No

As your mind fought to resist against this, your own body undermined it. You were an unwilling **** to the demands and desires that your own womanhood was demanding from you.

There was no resistance possible as your own fingers began to move slowly to his shorts. Your fingers shook with trepidation as you unbuckled the clothing. The zip as you pulled the tag filled the silent air. You only paused as he allowed you to pull back his shorts, revealing his appendage hidden beneath black underwear. You could see it's pre-hardened outline, snaking against his thigh.

Your hand slowly grasped it, your self-hatred welling as heat permeated through your hand. Your father issued a slight moan of pleasure at your tentative grasp on his rod. You tried desperately to ignore that sound, his voice making you sick to your stomach. Instead, you focused on the cock in front of you, pretending that it was anyone but your father.