Van laid in bed as the early morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the mostly closed curtains. He was lazily stroking his cock as fantasies about the girl at the local grocery store ran through his mind. She was more than half his age but that didn't stop his perverted mind from conjuring images of what her naked body would look like. His morning wood was firm in hand but his full bladder was distracting him from the slow pleasure he wanted to enjoy this Saturday morning. Reluctantly he swung his feet out of bed and stood, his rod sticking straight out from the fly of his boxers. He thought about tucking it back in but there was no way his daughter Missy would be up yet. Unfortunately the master bedroom did not include a master bath so he walked quietly down the hall and into the bathroom there, only half closing the door. He lifted the lid as thoughts of the cashier invade his mind once again. In his mind she was on her knees, her red lips going down the length of his pole, her auburn hair framing that perfect face, and her handful size tits making perky points below. He moved his hand as the dream girl moved her mouth.
Missy was dreaming, she was at a party, she had drank way too much, and she had to pee. She was standing in line for the bathroom, inside a beautiful home. She watched as people went into the bathroom and came back out but the line never seemed to get any shorter. Her need to pee however was getting worse and it was taking all of her effort to keeping the plumbing closed. In the dream this lasted for what felt like hours, in real time probably not so long. Finally the circuitry of her brain started to switch over from sleep to the beginnings of wakefulness and the dream began to fade. Missy started to remember that she did indeed go to party last night and did indeed drink way too much. Amazing enough she didn't have a pounding head but she did have a full bladder as her body was trying to tell her in that dream. She managed to put her feet on the floor and saw she wasn't wearing much but she wasn't naked and it would have to do. She padded her bare feet quietly down the hall.
Van knew it wouldn't take much effort to cum but was still determined to have a long masturbation session. His eighteen year old daughter went to a party last night and was late getting home. He should be able to lay back down undisturbed for at least another hour or two. He stopped imaging the cashier, stopped stroking, and allowed his manhood to relax slightly before a stream of urine jetted out and into the bowl below.
If Missy had been a little more awake and aware she might have heard the sound of her dad urinating from the hallway. She was however concentrating on containing her own fluids when she gave the half open door a push and stepped in. She then realized she wasn't alone as she looked straight at her dad, standing there with nothing but boxers on and his penis sticking out the front, a golden steam issuing from the head of his half hard penis. Only it really wasn't a penis. Missy had gotten glimpse of her dad naked, it's bound to happen in a small house and his penis was always limp and withdrawn on those few occasions. No, this was a cock! She could tell it wasn't completely hard but it was only at a slight angle down and damn if she couldn't take her eyes away from it. She was so enthralled that at first she didn't noticed the warmth spreading from groin.
Van's bladder was nearing half empty when Missy walked in. She was standing there in a pair of skimpy pink lace panties and a tank that only went a few inches past her breasts. His daughter had large breasts that pushed the tank out and kept the hem of the shirt from touching her skin of her taut belly. Van always knew that his little girl had grown into an attractive young woman but never had a single incestuous thought about her. That is until right now. The fact that she was staring at his dick didn't help and he let his eyes wander her tight body. She was tall for a girl, about five foot six. Her wavy brown hair hung to her shoulders and her deep brown eyes could be bewitching when she wanted something. His eyes wandered down to those glorious tits and he know noticed the nipples pushing out against the already strained fabric. They looked to be quite large. The tight abs below that led his eyes to the little bit of lace covering her sex. As she stared between her legs he saw that little bit of covering start to get wet, then soaked.
Missy was ambushed by her senses and her body. Her dad's beautiful cock distracted her from controlling her own functions, that combined with the sound of his urine hitting the water below loosed her bladder. She became aware as the warm liquid started running down her leg and pooling around her foot. She quickly regained control as a flood of embarrassment filled her face bright red, a single tear running down her cheek.
Van cut off his own flow, it was almost finished anyway, and went to his troubled little girl.
"It's okay hon, accidents happen," he said as he placed used a gentle finger to lift her chin. "Do you still have more to pee?"
Missy have a small nod and a feeble "yes".
