When I was a teenager, my mom and I went to the grocery store. I waited in the car and pretty soon realized I had to pee . . . badly. I kept expecting her to come out, but it kept getting worse. I tried pinching the end of my cock but that had no effect. I had to go sooooooo badly!!

Finally I got out of the car and stood by the trunk. I opened it to see if there was a jar or something I could go into. but there was nothing.

Now, I don't know why I just didn't go into the store -- they had public bathrooms. I think I was actually enjoying the urge to go.

"I'll just let a little out and that will make it better," I thought to myself. Nope -- what happened instead was that a huge gush of hot urine came out, soaking my jeans, running down my leg and puddling at my feet. I stared down at it for a minute and then looked up to see a woman staring at me. We both looked away guiltily and I got into the car.

My mom got back from the store, started up and we drove off. She must have smelled it, because she looked over about halfway home and saw the huge wet spot on my jeans. She probably could also see the bulge of the raging hard-on I also had from my cock rubbing against the warm, wet fabric of my jeans. She said nothing . . . and once a week to this day I try to hold it for a while and then wet myself before masturbating my piss-soaked cock to orgasm!