Moaning?

You blink. It's not the quiet, restrained, tired moan of the feverish and flu-ridden. It's louder. More frantic. You peer in the crack that the door's open, and your eyes bulge. Keri's bent over on the bed, her chest down and her ass in the air (or so you'd guess... you can't really see her rear from this angle!) bucking around hard as she plays with herself. You shouldn't be watching this... you should be bawling her out for trying to get out of school... but you can't bear to look away. Your cock throbs in your pants, begging to be let out.

What am I thinking? You think to yourself. *She's my daughter... I... I can't... I...." You swallow hard, staring at the tent in your pants... then look back to the door. Keri's moaning louder, now.

"Yess... yes... fuck me, mommy! Fuck me!" You gasp silently. Does she know you're there? Or is it just some fantasy that she's living out... either way, your daughter seems to be a lot dirtier than you thought... you shift to the side, your new vantage point giving you a clear view of...