Daisy's Disgrace Pt. 29

She watched her mother stare in open disbelief at the two of them, before her eyes were drawn like a magnet to the bulging flesh between Daisy's spread thighs. "You're...you're not pleasuring her?"

"No!" they both exclaimed at once. "It actually hurts quite a bit," Daisy offered, sounding somewhat sheepish.

"Do this look like something I would enjoy?" her father asked her mother. He had told Daisy once, as he slipped his fingers out of her and sucked them off one by one, that he never did this sort of thing with her mother, because she would have considered it nasty and unnatural. If it didn't involve straight intercourse, usually in the missionary position, then she was not interested. Daisy wondered if her mother would believe them based on that sexual bias.

Evidently she wasn't convinced just yet. "What is all that...liquid?" Sally demanded, staring at Daisy's wet thighs. "It looks to me like you're orgasming. I know some women do things like that."

Daisy shook her head at once. "No, not at all. I just peed myself. I told you it hurts, and with a full bladder..." Straining, Daisy let out a squirt of real piss, splattering her father's hand and forearm with urine. "Ungh! Oh god, I'm so sorry, Dad. I just can't hold it in."

"It's okay, honey," her father said reassuringly. "You can finish in the bathroom, and then we'll get you all cleaned up."

Sally watched as her husband slid his fingers out of their daughter's soaking wet pussy. Her face was unreadable as he climbed off the bed. His cock was no longer hard, Daisy noticed, wondering if the shock of his wife walking in had killed his erection. Whatever was responsible, she was infinitely relieved.

"Well, it certainly doesn't look good," her mother said at last. She redirected her gaze away from the mess of pussy flesh and looked pointedly at Daisy's right tit. "Pull your shirt down, Daisy," she said, sounding irritated. The young girl hurriedly covered herself.

When her parents left the room, Daisy got to her feet and stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom. She collapsed on the toilet and relieved herself, peeing forcefully enough that her mother would hear it if she was listening. With her legs spread, and piss squirting from between her fat lips, Daisy brought both hands down between her thighs to finger her hard clit. After only a few strokes, she came noiselessly, biting her lip against the moans and squeals that normally would have accompanied such a violent orgasm. Her pussy pulsed so hard it interrupted the flow of piss again and again.

By the time Daisy had cleaned herself up and returned to her bedroom, the light under her parents' door was out and the house was silent.