Mother Taught Me How to Pee In the Woods.
The story I want to write, involves my mother explaining to me about squatting and peeing when out in the woods, or country, away from peoples.
You see, my parents went camping, and hiking, a lot when I was a kid. and my mother was a bit exasperated in the way I was consistently wetting my panties. So this one time while we were out walking a trail. My mother stopped me, told father to go on ahead.
She squatted down, facing me, so we were eye to eye and told me how disappointed she was in me wetting all the time. I was rather damp at the moment and had to poop but I didn't tell her that. She rattled on like that for a bit, and I was trying not to look at other stuff. I think I might have put my hand at my crotch cause she said stop that and watch me.
She told me that if I had to pee in a situation like we were in, I should squat, like she was, reach under my skirt and pull my panty to the side and pee. She demonstrated and I actually watched her pull the crotch of her panty to the side and pee. I was horrified at the prospect but she made me do as she said. So I squatted, pulled the crotch of my panty to the side, and I even managed to start dribbling. Satisfied, she stood up and looked away and told me to finish up so we could catch up with father. Well, she wasn't looking and I hated having my panty like that so I straightened it underneath me, and finished peeing properly, through my panty. Soon I finished and stood, off we went.
Before we had gone far, the poop let me know it was coming. I had been careful not to poop in my panties before and was starting to worry about what to do here in the wild. Mother noticed me walking slowly, and said now what is the matter. I guess she figured it out by the look on my face. She said something about getting off the path,and pulling my panties down, but before she finished, so had I. It was fast, a quick soft dump in my panties. I started crying knowing I was going to get spanked, or worse. Exasperated, she told me to pull out the back of my panty and dump it out. I did, but I was still dirty. She made me walk on saying we would get me cleaned up when we found a toilet.
Luckily, we found a stream before then and I got to go in and clean up wearing only my panties. Mother and I pretended I was going for a swim which satisfied my father.
ok, another incident happened a few years later, I ran into the house needing to poop but my father was in the bathroom. My mother and I stood in the hall, me dancing in agony, she telling me it would be all right, I had already started crying, cause I knew I couldn't hold it. yeah, I filled my panties again, and that time it was a real good thing I had a bathroom to clean up in.
For those of you who enjoy that kind of stuff, I have tried it a few times, when I was older, and on purpose. I admit I did enjoy the feeling of soft mushy poop filling my panties, but I did not like the smell or the cleaning up so I don't do it any more.