Meg & The Meteors – Chapter 1
Meg really wanted to see the Leonid meteor shower.
The best show was at 4am, but Meg was pretty sure that she’d be up then anyway.
Two-year-old Alice had developed the habit of waking just after 4 o’clock every morning to
demand a feed, so Meg was not unduly put out by the odd hours kept by the heavenly sky show.
Meg set her alarm to 3.30, in order to beat Alice’s ever-reliable internal clock.
The young single mom had time to prepare Alice’s bottle of formula and put it in the
microwave in readiness, and then wake her daughter so that she could share this rare
Meg settled into the comfortable old chair on the porch, with Alice on her lap, and sat back
to watch the sky.
Meg wasn’t disappointed. After a short buildup, the meteor shower peaked in intensity just
before 4am, as predicted by the astronomers. Meg watched fascinated as the bright
meteors blazed across the horizon, and Alice pointed and giggled as each new streak lit up
One bright blue meteor seemed to head straight for them, and Meg flinched as the blue
light seemed to rocket over their heads, lighting the whole street.
For a moment mother and daughter were bathed in its clear, cool light, frozen like an
Edward Hopper painting.
The light seemed to dance and flicker around them for a few moments before fading.
Had Meg been in the kitchen, she would have seen the baby bottle in the microwave
shimmer in the same cool, blue light for a moment, a bubble or two rising to the top of the
cold formula and popping with an unexpected, musical tinkle.
Too soon, Meg thought, the brilliant meteor shower began to dissipate.
Alice reverted to form, and began to agitate for her baba.
Meg groaned theatrically, and got up to give Alice her early feed. She carried Alice to the
kitchen and put her into her highchair. Meg warmed the bottle, and gave it to the child,
who promptly refused to have anything to do with it. Meg tried to cajole her daughter into
drinking, to no avail. She took off the teat and smelled the mixture. Perfectly good, she
thought, looking at Alice’s frowning face. In fact, surprisingly good, she thought, rubbing
Exasperated, Meg hesitated before putting the teat back on the bottle, and took a little sip.
Tastes fine too, she thought. She shivered involuntarily as she put the bottle down. It was
a nice shiver, almost a tingle, like an itch you look forward to scratching. Meg smiled. She
pulled in her buttocks as she leant hard on the edge of the kitchen bench for a moment.
Just the right height, she had discovered soon after moving into the small apartment with
Alice. Meg was a properly brought up girl, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy
such little pleasures.
‘Mmm,’ said Meg and reluctantly turned to Alice, who waited expectantly in the high chair.
Alice continued her uncharacteristic strike against that particular bottle of formula. Meg
eventually tipped the remainder of the bottle into the sink, made another bottle of which
Alice did approve, then put the sleepy child back to bed.
Soon Meg was in bed too, sleeping fitfully and dreaming of blue lights in the sky. Between
dreams, her hand slipped to her crotch, and she gently rubbed herself gently to several
At 6.30, Alice’s clamour woke Meg as usual. Meg yawned and got up to perform the rituals
of their morning, too busy getting showered and dressed to notice that she had wet herself
slightly during the night, leaving a small damp patch on the
bottom sheet and another on her hastily removed nightgown.
After bathing and changing Alice, Meg made their breakfast, and fed Alice. Washing up a
few minutes later, Meg looked at the empty baby bottle from last night. She was annoyed
with Alice. What a waste of yummy formula, she thought, then stopped in surprise at
herself. She had tasted Alice’s formula many times, and found it bland and unappetising.
Oh well, she thought, it was a waste nonetheless.
Seeing her old shortalls at one end of her robe, Meg decided to dress to Alice and herself
Soon the pair was heading for the mall to shop for the week, with Meg’s winter-pale legs
setting off the faded blue denim of the old shortalls. They were quite tight on her now, but
Meg liked the feeling, both across her chest and at her crotch.
‘I must need a man,’ she thought with a grin, realising that she was hoping that every
male she saw was admiring her body. She hadn’t felt so flirtatious for years.
Finishing shopping, Meg took Alice from her stroller to give her a ride on the
little mechanical deer near the mall entrance.
Alice giggled happily as the fibreglass figure rocked backwards and forwards. When the
ride had finished, Meg squatted down to pick up the child.
If there had been any men nearby, they certainly would have admired Meg’s shapely butt,
tightly encased in designer jeans, as she picked up her child. And if anyone had been able
to see the broad, smooth denim vee of her crotch,
they would have been shocked to see a glistening stain spreading across the taut material.
Meg was shocked too. She felt the spreading, warm wetness between her legs, and her
first instinct was to wonder how Alice could possibly be peeing on her from where the little
girl was. Then she realised that she was wetting her pants. She looked down at her jeans
and her face flushed with embarrassment.
She immediately tensed her muscles, but the flow seemed to stop slowly of its own accord.
Oh God, she heard herself say.
Meg looked around anxiously, then carefully stood up, holding Alice in front of her to cover
the embarrassment of what had just happened.
Meg thought of the Kegel exercises she had done after Alice’s birth. She had had
one or two slight accidents in the first few weeks after giving birth, which she was assured
was quite normal, but definitely nothing since then. She was mystified.
Meg was very glad that the mall was relatively deserted, and holding Alice in front of her
like a shield, she picked up the groceries, put them into the stroller and hurried to her car.
Reaching home, Meg dumped the shopping on the kitchen bench, then made her way to
her bedroom. She turned to the mirror, hoping that the wet spot would not have been too
noticeable to anyone who had seen her.
What she saw in the full-length mirror horrified her. A huge wet patch spread from her
crotch across her thighs and halfway up her zipper and down the inside of her thighs and
legs. She was drenched right down to her wet socks and shoes. She must have wet again
in the car without even feeling it, or while getting out. She couldn’t believe it.
Then, as she watched, she saw her groin glisten. She stared at her reflection as a new rush
of fluid soaked its way to her feet. She felt nothing, no release of pressure, or even
dampness. She was powerless to stop what was happening. Then she felt a radiant glow of
pleasure that seemed to emanate from her groin. The feeling surged to her extremities and
then seemed to recede and disappear from whence it came. Meg felt for a second that her
world was centred on that small area between her legs.
A moment later, her senses seemed to return. She stood still for a few seconds, breathing
heavily, then ran to the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet in her jeans, trying to stifle
the sobs which accompanied the realisation that something must be terribly wrong.
Meg peeled off her dripping jeans and panties and washed herself thoroughly in the
shower. Then she sat on the toilet again, deep in worry, and spent the next five minutes
doing her old routine of Kegel exercises.
Her muscle tone was good, she decided. Maybe it was just a one-off reaction to the late
night watching the meteors, she thought.
She stood again in front of the mirror, looking at her softly curved body. She ran one hand
over her thick bush of pubic hair, and looked into the ensuite bathroom at the pile of urine-
soaked clothes on the tiled floor.
‘That,’ she said to herself, ‘Will never happen again.’