On the ride.

Everyone seated in the car we start the drive home before I can resolve to aboard the subject. There is a very dense traffic and few places around with restrooms. I know it would be probably over an hour before can get home.

"Hum, mom!" I whisper trying to keep my voice low ." I need a small break.

" Speak loudder Honey , I can’t hear you with all that noise." She shouts over the traffic noises and honking cars, most of them doing so because of the two apparently naked teenagers sitting on top of each other in one of the cars ( a guess to which one it is ?).

" I need to use the bathroom!" I say loudder, finally convinced how stupid it is to try to hide what you are saying from someone on top of which I am seated.

"Couldn’t you go at the hospital? What ? Are you four year old again peeing yourself in the car!" She tells , outing one of my most embarrassing secret to a delighted Ernest." It is the Big One or the small ? You'll have to hold it in till we're home."

"Mom!!! You swore you'd never tell anyone about that !!! I just need to pee." I cry. " I can’t hold it that long or I wouldn’t have told you."

She rummage in her purse and hand a item to my helper , **** to let go of one boob to grab it. It a small bottle of farmer apple juice, now empty but with a large opening. I can guess her next words before she utters them.

"Ernie be a dear and help my b1by daughter go peepee in this. " she orders a thankful pervy boy, his large erection now firmly pressed on my pussy through the thin layer 9f the sheet and his boxers.

He artfully uncap the bottle and press the opening on my drenched pussy ( he seems to be used to do things one handed) and encourages me to let it go.

I wouldn't ever had done such a thing a week ago but I have no acces to things such as hands, clothes or privacy. I let go a strong stream of urine splashing in the small bottle and watch it fill up, worried to put more in it than it's countenance.

Thanfully I let the last drops out as he tries to keep level the full to the brim bottle. He quickly let go of my second boob to lock it and put the warm bottle on my tights before assuming once agin our ' safety position'.

"That was a lot dear!" Lets my mom out.

As I try to look away from her, I see the laughing and pointing of the passengers of the cars stopped next to ours and a few phones out filming or taking picture of the naked girls peeing in the car.

Scarlet with embarrassment but relieved of this inescapable need I keep quiet on the rest of the ride.