Busted

You jerk off furiously as the video in front of you seems to become reality, and mutter her name under your breath, telling her what a dirty little girl she is. You can feel yourself about to lose your load, when the bedroom door opens. You stop in mid breath, your hand freezing in place and your mouth leaving its current incantation of your daughter's name half uttered, as your daughter stares through the now open bedroom doorway at you. She is frozen in place, just as you are, and just as you were, when you walked in on her earlier. The video keeps playing in the background, the girl in it crying for mercy, and clearly far too similar in appearance and voice to your daughter. You know you are fucked now, that your daughter will hate you forever and your wife will divorce you, and the thought is paralyzing. You know that there is nothing that you can do or say to get out of this.