It seems like the damage is already done

"Dammit, Jack...!" The man mumbled to himself, while he tried to turn away from the bathroom, but found himself glued to the spot as he couldn't take his eyes of the scene inside. His daughter's soft moans had already caused a rather obvious bulge to form at the front of his trousers, and no matter how he cursed his perverted thoughts, he couldn't just stop from watching her actions from the doorway.

Thus he was there to see her movements getting gradually more erratic, while she was straining to get off as soon as possible, and her moaning turned to gasps of both delight and frustration at once. It was fairly obvious by then that she wouldn't be able to finish too soon, but Jack couldn't really care any more than she did that his daughter wouldn't make it in time for school.

Instead some part of him seemed to decide that the damage had already been done, and that he could as well stay around for just a bit longer as well. It didn't seem like Kimberly would come dashing out of the bathroom any time soon at least, which gave him a couple more seconds to enjoy the sight of her, before she was **** to give up or managed to reach her peak.

For this reason he was a little unprepared when she slowly opened her eyes a bit, and both father and daughter froze in shock for a moment, as they suddenly found themselves staring back at each other in the mirror.

"Dad...?!" His daughter seemed to gasp in surprise, but couldn't really get her voice to carry, and meanwhile he could see her body shuddering as if she was right on the verge of a climax. It even seemed for a second like she couldn't just stop herself from what she was doing, and the idea of her continuing her session right in front of him made Jack hold his breath while he kept on staring back at her face in the mirror.

On the one hand it was truly arousing just to picture it, while on the other it was also one of the most inappropriate thoughts to ever have crossed his mind, which caused him to simply stand there indecisively. He just couldn't take the step away from the doorway, even as he tried to **** himself, and it seemed like all he could do was to wait for his daughter to make the first move...