Alice is gifted some new underwear by her mother.
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Mom reached out and opened the front door without any warning. Cringing as I was, I didn’t see her doing so until I heard it opening, I quickly lowered my skirt before anyone might’ve seen me showing off my panties. I wanted to shout at mom for not giving me a warning, but I knew better than to actually do it. I smoothed out my skirt and followed mom out to the car.
I only learned where we were going as the car pulled up to the library. It was a fairly modern looking building and quite big as far as libraries went. It was used by a mixture of the local population and students at the local college. My mom had tried pressuring me to go to the local college to keep me close by but there was no way I was going to do that if I had an option further away.
I followed mom out of the car and into the air-conditioned building. We briefly stopped at the desk so mom could show her library card whereas I got a visitor permit, it basically meant I wouldn’t be able to take any books out which was fine with me since I didn’t plan on doing so.
“Why are we here?” I whispered to mom as we walked into a large room full of books.
“I’m looking for something to read.” Mom replied. It was obvious really, but I wasn’t used to mom doing anything just for the enjoyment of it.
I was bored very quickly. Mom started wondering slowly through the shelves whilst I stayed at one of the tables. I contented myself with people watching. It felt like we were going to be there for hours as mom seemed to take every other book off the shelf to read the back before returning it. I rested my head on my hand as I waited. There didn’t seem to be any reason why I was there.
“Psst… Alice. Come here.” I heard mom whispering for me. I looked up to see her waving me over. She had three books in her hands.
When I walked over mom quickly dumped the books into my arms. Almost as soon as I felt the weight of the books in my hands, I felt a pang in my bladder. I swallowed as I was quite forcefully reminded of the church and the accident that had occurred there.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I immediately asked. I wasn’t willing to repeat the mistakes of the past.
“Bathroom?” Mom replied distractedly as she looked at some more books, “Not in here. There’s a public restroom outside, we can stop there before leaving for home.”
That seemed like it might be a problem because the pressure seemed to be growing fast. It was just like the day in the church, and I could feel myself panicking already. I couldn’t embarrass myself again. My knees trembled as I held mom’s books. Mom didn’t seem in any hurry as she continued to slowly look through the books on the shelf. How many books was she planning to take out?
I knew that I was in trouble, but I was still surprised by how sudden my total loss of control came on. I was squeezing my legs together and trying to distract myself when I felt liquid trickling out of me. I gasped as the small dribble was contained by the thick material around my crotch. I had been so against wearing these training panties but now I felt like they weren’t going to be enough.
“Mom… I need to go!” I whined desperately. I could hear how childish I sounded but I couldn’t help it. I knew I wasn’t going to get very far regardless.
Mom looked at me impatiently and then down at the pile of books in my hands. She seemed to be weighing up whether they would satiate her literary needs whilst I writhed and desperately tried to keep control.
“Fine, we can go.” Mom said. She walked past me and back into the open communal area.
I turned around to follow her and felt another tremor as another dribble of urine escaped by clenching bladder. I let out a whine as I tried to follow mom. I had to shuffle awkwardly as I clenched everything and desperately tried to hold on. I was going slowly, moving strangely and attracting attention from a lot of nearby people who clearly wondered what I was doing.
It was about halfway to the desk when I lost control completely. I felt a rush of heat and immediately knew I was about to flood my training pants. I let out a pathetic whine and dropped the books I was carrying causing even more attention to come my way. I automatically lowered my hands and grabbed my crotch. The warmth was already spreading through the cotton training pants but they weren’t made to withstand what I was doing, and it was mere seconds until the dam burst and the heat start flowing down my legs.
“Mom!” I cried out desperately though what I expected her to do I had no idea.
With all eyes turned towards me I wanted a hole to open up underneath my feet. I heard the noise of water running as the saturated material of the panties waved the white flag and my accident flowed out of them like a waterfall on to the carpeted floor. Trickles were also running down my legs and into my shoes as I wet myself helplessly. My hands were still grabbing at my crotch though they did nothing to avert the disaster that was happening, instead they were just getting soaking wet as well.
The carpet around me now had a big wet stain and it was still growing as my bladder emptied relentlessly. My face was burning with shame, and I started crying. Through my tears I could see mom looking at me in astonishment. I didn’t dare look around to the dozen or so people who were also staring in transfixed fascination.
My bladder finally finished its traitorous emptying, but I remained frozen. I was sobbing in humiliated shame. I couldn’t believe this had happened again, twice in two days I’d had unprovoked accidents in public. After a couple of seconds my fight or flight response kicked in and I ran towards the exit. I pushed past a couple of people who were just coming in and ran all the way to mom’s car. I slumped down against the car and cried loudly.
“Really, Alice? Again?” Mom’s voice broke the stillness of the car park, and I looked around to see her standing by the hood of the car with her hands on her hips.
“I… couldn’t help it.” I replied though my sobs.
“I thought you had just graduated college rather than kindergarten.” Mom said acidly.
I wanted to cuss mom out, but I didn’t have the strength. I couldn’t exactly argue she was wrong with her cold calculation either. I went back to my quiet sobbing as mom walked around the car. I looked down and lifted my skirt to see my soaked training panties, fortunately I was sheltered from public view by other vehicles.
The trunk opened and I heard my mom pull something out. She walked around next to me and opened the rear passenger door. Just like after my previous accident mom put down the blanket and held the door open for me, I stood up and saw the big wet spot where my butt had been. With my head hanging I climbed in and sat down.
“I’ll be right back.” Mom said as she unceremoniously shut the door.
I took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself down. I didn’t look out to see where mom was going, to be truthful I was just glad to have some time in relative solitude. It gave me some time to think about everything that was happening. I wondered if I should see a doctor about these sudden accidents. I was fine the previous evening but during the day and night I had become like a leaky faucet. I bit my nails forgetting where my hands had so recently been and got the overpowering scent of my pee.
It had to be stress, I thought, these accidents must be happening because I’m really stressed again. If I was honest being at home was more stressful than when I had been studying for my finals. I looked in the wing mirror and could see that I looked a mess. The tears streaked my cheeks, and my eyes were puffy and red. I had to get myself together.
Mom came back about fifteen minutes later but she approached the car from the rear, so I didn’t see where she had come from or what she had brought with her. When I heard the trunk shut I jumped and felt another small dribble escape me.
“This is getting out of hand.” Mom looked like she was seething as she sat down behind the steering wheel, “I was invited to a book club held at that library. I will not be able to show my face there now.”
I cringed as mom turned the engine on. I was grateful that the radio filled what would otherwise be a very quiet and awkward journey home. Yet again, as soon I got in the door, I fled up to my room before mom could say or do anything. I wanted to lock the door behind me and exist separate from a world I couldn’t stop embarrassing myself in.
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I did my best to avoid Mom. After showering and getting changed into a pair of regular panties I decided to hide out in my room. I didn’t think Mom wanted to talk to me after I had embarrassed her earlier and I was certainly happy to have some space. I turned on my computer with the idea of playing some games, but a message popped up before I could load anything.
“Hey! How are you?” Kat asked.
“Not great, to be honest.” I replied.
“Oh no.” Kat responded along with a frowning emoji, “What’s up?”
“Just… stuff.” I typed.
I couldn’t exactly tell Kat the truth. I wasn’t about to admit to her that I was having regular accidents, even in public. What I had originally thought was simply some stress induced bed wetting was seemingly something more serious. I made a mental note to make a doctor’s appointment.
“Your Mom being a bitch?” Kat asked.
“Kat!” I replied. I had to chuckle at her cheeky message. I had made it quite clear to all my friends what living at home was like for me, “She’s just strict. You know, it’s just her way.”
“Well, if she gives you any trouble tell her she’ll have me to deal with.” Kat said.
I typed a couple of laughing emojis and then told Kat I was going to play some games so wouldn’t be responding. It was blissfully relaxing to let go of all the anxieties I had been facing recently. I decided on a relaxing sandbox-style building game where there was no pressure for results and I could just chill out. It felt like I needed that more than anything else.
“Alice, I want you to help me with dinner.”
Mom’s voice was coming from right behind me! I startled and as I did so I felt a small dribble of urine enter my thin panties. I hadn’t heard her come in. She hadn’t even bothered to knock. I could’ve been doing anything in my room!
“Mom, you need to knock before you come in.” I said as I felt my heartrate returning to normal.
“Oh, do I?” Mom asked with arched eyebrows, “This is my house, young lady.”
“I know, but…” I started.
“Just come down to help me with dinner.” Mom interrupted, “And make sure you’re wearing your training pants.”
I felt a flush of humiliation wash over me as if a bucket had been tipped over my head. Once mom had left the room I stood up and went over to my underwear drawer. Next to all my panties there were some pairs that were clearly a little thicker and a lot more childish. Each of them had cartoon characters and superheroes on the front.
“I can’t believe I have to do this…” I muttered.
I scowled at the training pants that had invaded my underwear drawer. They were taking up far too much real estate for my liking. I reached in and lifted a pair of the thick cotton underpants, they were pink with a picture of a popular female superhero on the front. I couldn’t believe mom wanted me to wear these things, regardless of what had happened, we were at home, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t just go to the toilet if I needed.
The training pants were put back in the drawer and instead I picked up a pair of my regular panties. I was going to prove I didn’t need the stupid “protection” at all. With the panties pulled up my legs and a skirt over the top I was ready to head downstairs.
“Alice! Don’t make me come back up there!” Mom called from downstairs.
“Coming!” I shouted back.
My mom was so overbearing. As I went downstairs, I could smell dinner cooking in the oven. I went down the hallway and through to the kitchen where Mom was pulling a tray out of the stove and preparing a couple of plates. I sat down at the table.
“Oh, don’t worry about helping.” Mom said sarcastically, “I can handle everything.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew from past experience that whenever I tried to help mom just complained I was getting in the way and told me to go sit down. She just liked to complain. After a couple of minutes mom brought the plates over to the table and sat down herself.
For all the negatives of living with mom the cooking was not one of them. Dinner was delicious as it always was. The downside being having to listen to mom. Her idea of table “conversation” was half gossiping about people she knew and I didn’t, and half complaining about me. I made every effort to eat as fast as possible so I could retreat to my room. I kind of needed the bathroom.
“May I be excused?” I asked before I’d even finished chewing the last mouthful.
Before Mom had time to say anything I stood up and took a couple of steps towards the door.
“Hold on.” Mom said. I heard her put her knife and fork down as I froze in place, “Come over here.”
“Why?” I asked without turning around.
“Come here.” Mom said. Her voice was stern, I knew she wasn’t kidding around. She never kidded around.
I slowly turned around to face her. She was looking at me with an icy stare and as I rounded the table she didn’t take her eyes off me. I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, but I couldn’t help but feel like she had some kind of x-ray vision, that she knew something was wrong. No sooner was I in range of mom’s arm than she reached and pulled me closer.
“Mom, I…” I started.
“Shush.” Mom replied.
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as mom took hold of the bottom of my skirt and lifted it up to show the panties underneath. She let go and the soft material fluttered back down. When I opened my eyes mom was standing in front of me. She took my wrist and started pulling me towards the stairs.
“Mom…” I tried again.
“Quiet.” Mom said, “I gave you a very clear instruction and you have disobeyed me.”
I stumbled along behind mom as I was practically dragged to the stairs. I wanted to argue against her, but I couldn’t deny that I had ignored what she told me to do. I was twenty-three years-old though, not a child, I was able to make my own choices with what I wore. None of that mattered to my mom though.
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