Chapter 13

Naomi nearly spit her drink out on her friend. She expected to hear of some secret fantasy that Sarah was having about her daughter and not something as blunt and shocking as what she blurted out.

“Oh my god! You mean they never grew out of that crush on each other??!!”

Sarah looked around at the other tables to make sure they couldn’t hear. “To be honest, I’m surprised it took them this long.”

“I guess it makes sense now why she’s so happy living back home with the two of you.”

“I know. I’m worried that she won’t find someone her age to fall in love with and get married.”

“Don’t rush the girl. She’s still young. I mean, weren’t you in your late twenties when you and John got married?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t fucking my father at the time.” Sarah blushed a little and took a sip of her drink. By adding ‘at the time,’ she technically didn’t lie.

“Sooo ... have you ... and her?” Naomi loved how this conversation embarrassed Sarah, especially in a public place.

“No!” Sarah answered honestly. Then, she dropped her eyes and voice and added, “Not yet.”

The urgency in Michelle’s bladder roused her from her slumber. She blinked open her eyes and it took her a couple minutes to get her bearings in the soft morning light. She was definitely in her parent’s bed with her head resting on her sleeping father’s chest. She slowly lifted the sheet and verified that, indeed, they both were stark naked.

Most people would have carefully snuck out of bed and gone to the bathroom, but not Michelle. Ever since Tommy Benson was in college, pee became somewhat of a game to her. She loved seeing how long she could hold it and thoroughly enjoyed the mental and physical rush that washed over her when she finally allowed herself to release her bladder. She even mastered the art of small spurts, releasing just enough pee into her panties to cause a wet spot but not soak through to her jeans.

Michelle randomly traced her finger around her father’s chest and thought about her kinky college boyfriend.

At first, what Tommy wanted her to do confused and humiliated her. What kind of boyfriend wants to pee on his girlfriend, she wondered. Tommy was such a nice guy in every other way, and he promised her that nobody would ever know. And as far as she could tell, he kept that promise.

He was gentle and caring and took his time with her. They started by showering together. The pee was basically the same temperature as the water, and it cleaned off immediately. But there was no denying the smell, or more appropriately, the aroma.

She saw how much pleasure Tommy got by doing this and let him continue, even though she didn’t fully understand it. By this time in her life, she had cum spurted in and on almost every part of her body, so she rationalized that piss was just another fluid from the same source. And the sex between her and Tommy after a pee session was off the charts. He seemed to be harder and last longer, and he never came until she had at least a few times first.

Over time, they graduated to Michelle kneeling in the shower with no water running. Tommy would stand in front of her and cover her naked body with his urine. Michelle found it hard to acknowledge that her body was responding to such a kinky and perverted act, but she was falling in love with the feeling of hot piss on her skin. And, of course, the aroma.

“Honey ... hold on a minute.”

Her father’s voice brought her back from her daydream, and she realized she had her right hand around his morning wood and was jerking him off. “Oh, I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay, baby; I just have to get up to pee.” He rolled to his left and lifted the sheet to get out of bed.

Michelle’s pussy tingled, and she got a wicked idea. Her competitive juices kicked in, and she sprung from her side of the bed, which was closer to the master bathroom, and yelled, “Not if I get there first!”