I have a wetlook/WAM fetish. I love women getting wet or muddy or otherwise messy in their dress clothes. The dressier the better. Preferably including nylons and dress shoes. As long as I can remember, I was interested in this. When I was little, I thought it great fun to watch a movie or read a book where someone goes in the water or mud nicely dressed. 

My first personal experience with this came when one of my teachers got married one spring. Carol invited all her students to her wedding. Some were in the wedding party. After the wedding ceremony, we all went to Carol's parents' farm which had a large pond. Everybody was standing around eating and having fun when the entire wedding party, bride, groom, both sets of parents, groomsmen, bridesmaids, and flower girls ran down the pier and jumped into the pond in their wedding finery. As they splashed around in the water, the rest of us gathered on the beach. Some of the guests waded into the water to join the wedding party. Some went in shoes and all, some went in stocking feet or bare feet. Some of the guys stripped down to shorts. A few women took off their shoes, stockings, and dresses, and went in wearing slips. I was not that good a swimmer then, so all I did was leave my shoes on the beach and wade around in the shallows, wetting my socks and the bottoms of my pants. My dad took off his shoes and suit coat and jumped off the pier. Mom took off her high heeled shoes and joined me in the shallows in her hosiery-clad legs and feet. Soon, the wedding party emerged from the water, walking right past me. I was enthralled at the site of Carol in her soaking wet wedding gown and stockings. She was carrying her high heeled shoes, and her stocking feet were muddy from the bottom of the pond. Her bridesmaids came by in drenched red dresses. One of my friends, Alex, was in the wedding party. She came up to me in a soaked and muddy white dress, her white socks covered in mud and her waterlogged mary-jane shoes in her hands. We sat down on the beach and built sand castles. This resulted in her dress and my suit getting covered in wet sand. I thought she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. When the party was ending, mom held my hand and walked into the water with me, going deeper than I had before and helping wash off my clothes. As a result, her dress became soaked. This fascinated me. When we came out of the water, she put her heels back on as dad and I put on our dress shoes and we squelched wetly off. 

Every summer, we set up an inflatable pool in the backyard. Often, when I was splashing around in it in my swimsuit, my parents would join me, usually in casual clothes like t-shirts and jeans or shorts. Most of the time they were barefoot, but sometimes they wore socks. I liked to go into the pool after church. I would often come home, strip off my clothes except for my underpants and sometimes my socks and jump in. A few times, my parents would join me. Most often dad would strip down to his shorts and mom to her bra and panties. If she was wearing nylons, she would often leave them on and I would love watching them change colors when they got wet. A couple times, for some reason, she left on her high heeled shoes and we would enjoy filling them with water and splashing each other with them. Once, when we got back from church, I stripped to my underwear and socks and jumped into the pool. My parents intended to change clothes and join me, but there was a hose lying around the pool and I squirted them with it. Since they were already wet, they joined me as they were: dad in a suit and tie and mom in a dress, pantyhose, and heels. 

On a hot Sunday when I was maybe 8 years old, we went to church along with my mom's parents. I was dressed in a white dress shirt, black tie, black vest, black pants, black dress socks, and black slip on dress shoes. Dad was dressed in a white shirt, khaki pants, black dress socks, and black dress shoes. Grandpa had on a grey suit. Mom was wearing a long, sky blue dress, white nylons, and grey pumps. Grandma was wearing a darker blue dress, white nylons, and brown pumps. When we got home, Dad and Grandpa went to look at something in the garage and Mom went inside to make lunch. Grandma and I stayed outside and played a bit but it was very hot. I told Grandma that I wanted to go into the pool in my church clothes and that I had done so in the past. She was fine with it so I took off my shoes and climbed in. The cool water felt amazingly good in the heat and I let all my clothes and my hair get drenched. Soon, much to my surprise, Grandma kicked off her shoes and climbed in with me! I loved the sight of her wet dress billowing out around her. She explained to me that there was a history of wetlook in my family. One day, in the 1950s, Grandma was out shopping. The was dressed in a dress and petticoat, stockings, and heels, as was customary back then. When she got home, she heard a noise upstairs. Creeping up, she entered the bathroom where the noise was coming from. There, to her surprise, she saw that Grandpa had come back from the Korean War unexpectedly and was taking a shower! She was so glad to see him that she immediately went into the shower with all her clothes on. They made love passionately and the result was my mom! Since then, people in the family have liked getting wet while dressed up. In fact, when mom and her brother and sister were growing up, the family had a houseboat on a lake and would often go out and jump into the lake from the boat fully clothed! Anyways, after Grandma told me this, Dad and Grandpa came out of the garage. They had been repairing something and their nice clothes were covered in dirt and grease. They immediately joined us in the pool. When Mom came out with the food, she was somewhat taken aback. But Dad grabbed her and pulled her into the water in her dress, stockings, and shoes. We all splashed around and ate lunch in the pool. At one point, Grandma and Grandpa and I all needed to pee. We climbed out of the pool, put our shoes on (causing them to fill with water in the process) and instead of going inside, we went into the nearby bushes. Grandpa and I stood there and peed while Grandma went a bit further into the shrubs and crouched down. It was difficult for her to pee like that and some got on her stockings and shoes. To make matters worse, Grandpa and I were not being very careful and drenched poor Grandma in warm pee! She shrieked and came running out of the bushes. She took off her dress and slip and, standing there in her underwear, stockings, and shoes, we rinsed her off with a garden hose. We all had great fun that day! 

My dad's family is from the Middle East and, intheir culture, it is forbidden for women to wear swimsuits or show much skin at all. Although his parents and two sisters have lived in America for a whole, they still tend to follow that cultural norm. When I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, me and my parents vacationed at the ocean. My dad's two sisters stayed with us. We often went swimming in the ocean but they didnt own swimsuits. They went in wearing whatever they had on. I remember that, one evening, we went out to eat at a fancy restaurant and then went to the beach. Mom was wearing a white floral dress and sandals that she took off to walk on the beach. Dad and I stripped down to shorts. Aunt #1 had on a long lavander dress and matching heels, as well as white nylons. Aunt #2 wore a black dress, nude nylons, and black heels. We eventually started swimming in the shallows. Mom got her dress wet but what was really exciting to me was seeing my aunts swimming in the ocean in all their clothes. I don't think they even took off their shoes. Their nice dresses as well as their pantyhose and heels all got soaked but they treated it as normal. 

Most summers, we went on vacation to a place with a large lake. Each summer, there was a formal dance on the beach. It usually ended with at least a few of the dancers in the water. One year, when I was a teenager, pretty much everybody was dancing in the water and the three of us decided to go in together. Without removing their shoes, my mom (in a long black dress, black pantyhose, and black heels) and my dad (in a grey suit) walked into the lake together. I watched in fascination as the water filled their shoes and slowly soaked them. I was dressed in a white dress shirt, navy blue suit coat and dress pants, as well as navy blue dress socks that came pretty high up my leg and dress shoes. I wanted to go in too but I had to pee. Figuring I was about to get wet anyway, I peed myself and actually enjoyed the feeling of the warm urine soaking my underwear and pants and running down my socks, into my shoes. I then walked into the lake. I saw a girl my age, in a grey dress, black stockings, and flats sitting in the shallows. I also saw two other girls, one in a red blouse, black skirt, black stockings, and black flats, and another in a pink formal dress, light colored stockings, and white high heeled sandals. They jumped into the water from the pier. I went over to this group and we started to dance in the water. I loved the sight of their wet dresses and I think they knew it. At the end of the night, I got hugs and kisses from all of them. 

Shortly after I turned ten years old, my parents divorced. I lived with my mom. So, a few years later, when I started going through puberty, I only had her to talk with about it. One day, when she came home from work, I got up the courage to ask her why my penis started feeling strange when I saw pretty girls. I tokd her it felt a bit like I had to pee. At this time, my mom was wearing a black dress, black pantyhose, and black flats. She asked if my penis felt that way when I looked at her in her nice clothes. Embarrased, I said, "Yes, a little bit." She said that I was starting to feel like how I would feel when I had sex and she would help me. She took me to the bathroom and had me strip naked and step into the (empty) bathtub. She then stepped in with me. For some reason, the sight of her standing in the tub in her nice clothes turned me on even more. She held my hands and guided them to my penis. "This is called masturbating." She said, as I began stroling my penis. The feeling I had been telling her about grew stronger and stronger. Something was happening! But it wasnt quite what was expected. A strong stream of pee shot out of my penis and soaked my mom's hair and face as well as her dress, nylons, amd shoes. I was horrified! But she put her hands over mine and we were both stroking together. "Don't worry!" she said through continuing streams of warm pee washing over her. "It will come!" Soon enough, the pee stopped and was replaced with white globs. Again, it went all over mom! She didn't care, though, and, when I was done, she simply turned on the shower and we washed off. I came again and again at the sight of her soaking wet officewear. Eventually, she took off her shoes and gave me a footjob woth her wet nyloned feet. Then, she took me into her mouth and gave me a blowjob. When I was about ready to explode again, she took her mouth away and put her shoes under my penis as I came into them. Then, she turned the water off andwe climbed out of the tub. She put her cum-filled shoes on and we went about our day. For the rest of the day, she kept on her soaked clothes and shoes and I remained naked. That night, I slept in bed with her. I was still naked and she was still on her clothes. At some point during thr night, I exploded in bed and all over her clothes again. 

Perhaps it was because I peed during the first time I masturbated, but I found myself getting turned on by the thought of peeing myself. Eventually, when I was at home alone, I would stand in the tub in whatever clothes I was wearing (minus my shoes) and pee myself. Then, I would wash off in the shower. 

 A few months after the masturbating session with my mom, she went to a party, while I stayed home. She was wearing a very low cut, shiny grey short dress, white pantyhose, and high-heeled sandals. When she came home, I had just gotten out of the shower and came out of the bathroom naked. When I saw her standing there in her party clothes, my penis started to grow. Seeing this, she said she was happy I was continuing to "develop" and asked if I wanted to sleep in her bed again. I said yes. So there we lay, me naked, and her in her party dress (she had taken her sandals off). She stuffed my penis down her dress in between her breasts, and I came there. Soon, we fell asleep. At some point during the night, I woke up to feel her shifting restlessly next to me. She said she needed to pee. I did too. "But I'm cold," she said. "I don't want to get up." So, I told her about my experiments in peeing myself and that she could try it. It would keep her warm for a time, too, I said. At first, I thought she wouldn't do it. Then, I saw that she was straining. A wet spot began to bloom on her dress and soon urine was running down her legs, soaking her pantyhose and the bed sheets. When she was done, she said, "Well, my bottom half is warm. What about my top?" So, I stood over her on the bed and emptied my bladder over her breasts and face and hair. I then lay down with her in the warm puddle on the bed and we slept through the rest of the night. In the morning, we washed the sheets as well as took a shower together. 

So began my wetlook and pissing fetishes.