The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the darkened house as Sophia made her way to the bathroom. She had always been a light sleeper, and the pressure building in her bladder was enough to rouse her from her slumber. As she tiptoed down the hallway, she couldn't help but notice the faint light coming from under her parents' bedroom door.
As she entered the bathroom, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. There, in front of the sink, stood her father, Jack, pants down, hand wrapped around his hard cock. His eyes were glued to a portrait of Sophia that hung above the toilet, a gift from her graduation. Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she took in the scene before her. She was shocked, disgusted, but also curious. She watched him for a moment, unsure of what to do.
"Sophia!" Jack exclaimed, startled. He quickly tried to cover himself, but Sophia was not having it. She stepped forward, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What are you doing, dad?" she demanded, her voice laced with anger.
Jack stuttered, trying to find the right words. "I-I-I was just...I couldn't sleep," he finally managed to say.
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "And jerking off to a portrait of me is your solution?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jack looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I didn't mean for you to see that."
Sophia scoffed. "Clearly," she said, her voice filled with contempt. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Jack standing there, pants still down, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.
Later that night, Sophia lay in her bed, wide awake. She couldn't shake the image of her father, standing in front of the sink, jerking off to her portrait. It was wrong, it was disgusting, but it also made her feel something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She tossed and turned, her mind racing.
Finally, she made a decision. She slipped out of bed and made her way to her parents' bedroom. She pushed the door open, and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on top of her father. She unzipped his pants, and thrust her hips onto his cock.
Jack woke with a start, trying to push her away. "Sophia, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.
Sophia looked down at him, her eyes filled with determination. "Taking matters into my own hands," she said, her voice sharp. She moved slowly at first, teasing him, but Jack couldn't bear it. He grabbed her ass, and moved fast.
Sophia deep kissed him, biting his lip. Jack deep throated her, biting her nipples. Sophia rode him harder and faster. Jack came inside her, moaning loudly. Sophia smiled, satisfied.
"I knew you couldn't resist me, dad," she said playfully, patting his chest. "You should have seen your face when you saw me in the bathroom," she added, with a playful insult. "You looked like you'd seen a ghost."
Jack looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "Sophia, I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret.
Sophia shrugged. "Don't be," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "I wanted it too." And with that, she climbed off of him, and made her way back to her own bed, leaving Jack to ponder the consequences of his actions.
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