Like I wasn't there.

Laying her down on her back, Mr. Cooper climbed on top of her and they both moaned as his hips started to pump back and forth. My vision was obscured by his back and sides, as her leg came over to his hips. I believe that, perhaps, that would have once sufficed to be all that I needed to see, but at the time, I wanted to see more. As I leaned forwards, the chair creaked loudly, betraying me.

"Oops. Sorry about that. Forgot that we had an audience." Mr. Cooper perked up, leaning back up. Shifting around, he hooked his wife's leg over his shoulder and twisted her about, so that I could clearly see her face and bouncing breasts. His thrusting became more powerful, making her moan loudly. "But I don't think he can see everything, Angela. Please let Mr. Mckay know exactly what is happening to you."

"Yes, yes, Father," she gasped, gripping the sheets tightly while never taking her eyes off mine. "My father's cock is inside me, rubbing against my walls and it feels so good. Every time he thrusts deep inside, I see white dots dancing before my eyes." Almost as if trying to make those dots manifest, Mr. Cooper ground his hips against hers, making her eyes roll back and her body shiver. "Oh God... Oh my God, you feel so good inside me, Father. Are you feeling good too, Father? Is your daughter's pussy making her father's cock feel good?"

"It does, Daughter. It does indeed," he panted, sweat dripping off his beard as he pulled away from her. Before she could voice any protest, he turned her over completely so as to have her on all fours before sheathing himself in one stroke, to take her the way animals do. Her squeal of happiness was cut short as he took hold of her chin and cheeks, craning her head around so that she could address the both of us through hair covered eyes, while he took her arm closest to me and pulled it back. He thrusted powerfully, making her breasts swing wildly under her. My own breath was hot and shaky as I resisted the urge to undo my trousers and free my own member. "Clear your face, girl," he snarled in her ear, "Show our guest what you look like and how much you love having your father's cock in your pussy."

"I love it, I love it," she moaned, throwing her hair back with her free hand before planting it back on the bed and matching his thrusts. Her eyes flicked between Mr. Cooper and me, as if she was unsure who she should be speaking to. "I love having my father's cock, the thing that brought me into this World, carve it's way all the way deep inside me. I love you, Father. I love your cock. Please, please, never take it out of me. Please. I want you inside me Forever."

Mr. Cooper's movements became more erratic and frantic, and his vocabulary had reduced to savage growls and grunts. He was on the edge of climax... and so was I.