Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help; save you a doctor's visit. It ain't free you know."I could barely meet her gaze; it was such a touchy subject...."I might need to see a urologist. A specialist. You don't specialize in that, do you?"She sighed again. "Daddy, do I have to call in the nurse to hold you down? Tell me what's wrong and let me take a look."Finally, I capitulated to her insistence. I sat down on the table and told her about burning sensations when I urinated sometimes. She. You, with your back arched, holding the teddy bear I bought you 12 years ago pressed against your crotch, grinding furiously against your bald pussy. You, with your head thrown back, the decorative pillow with your first initial "N" supporting you, as your mouth bites down into the material of your own cotton panties. You, with your nipples stiff and erect, protruding from the curves of your natural nineteen year old teen breasts, with eyes rolled back as if having an out of body experience.. " Why?" he asked and looked up again. "What happened?"Melissa squirmed in her chair. "Well, it was... let's just say it wasn't good... I guess your mood pretty much describes my morning."Philip put down his fork with a rattle and leaned back in his chair. He gazed at Melissa for a few seconds, making her wish she could just get on her feet and leave. "It happened to you too?" What?" Alex?"Melissa sighed and gave in, her shoulders sloping as she did. She nodded. "It did." She came on to you. I would kind of laugh the comments off and pretend like they bothered me, but was also very happy and proud that my mom was thought of in such a good light and as a MILF.I was always a pretty skinny k** growing up and just started to fill in when I was 18 and boy did I fill in. Along with the rest of my body, my cock grew from a skinny little thing into 7 inches when hanging down in front of my massive set of balls and 9 inches when it stood at attention when hard which seemed to be a lot.Maybe.