Confront your fears

You finally decide that confronting your father, and getting it all out in the open now, is the best move. You realize that you don't have to be ashamed that you masturbate, and the more you think about it, the more angry you are at him for barging into your room without knocking. You get out of bed, and pull on a tank top and shorts. You walk out in the hallway, and hear some sounds coming from your parent's bedroom, so you storm over to it, and burst in the door.

To your shock and horror, your father is lying on his back on his bed, his pants around his ankles, furiously pumping his fist up and down his engorged cock. A porno is playing on the TV across from the bed, a video of a cute little blonde who looks surprisingly like you being given a very forceful blowjob. You think you hear your father muttering your name as you burst in, but he stops that as soon as he realizes that his door just opened. He freezes in place, his hand at the base of his cock, holding it pointing upwards. Neither of you say a word. The video continues to play in the background, the girl in it alternately crying, moaning in pleasure, gagging, and begging for more as her face gets forcefully stuffed.