The Friday afternoon job paid me $500 cash. The Friday night job added another $600. One day, $1100, not bad. The Saturday night gig was the best of t...e weekend. I ended up pocketing a lot of cash for the weekend although the Sunday job insisted on using his iPad to pay me through PayPal. Financially, I had covered myself for a few months and there was still another month left to the season. I was looking forward to Labor Day. But I digress. During the earlier part of Saturday, I bumped into a. I stopped the car and went away leaving them free. Both got out from the car.My wife spread her saree on the ground and opened her legs for her son. My son jumped and positioned his dick and started to fuck her in the missionary position. They were shouting. I was busy guarding them.My son fucked her very hard. His down shots matched her upshots. They were doing in the synchronized way of fucking. He was licking and squeezing her breasts and her lips and I got very aroused in the meantime. Ugh... Oh, God. Oh, shit... Oh, oh, fuck me...”“Oh, shit, I’m coming,” Sam said. Kayla opened her mouth while jerking Sam off. Eventually the senior reached his sexual high, shooting his seed on her face. Kayla licked her pink lips, taking in his juices. Sam Prescott did one last zoom-in on her face, still with a little bit of his juices left on her face. Kayla waved seductively and blew a kiss before Sam finished filming.RING.The tardy bell rung as they got dressed again. “Sam?" Kayla. ”Sam stayed quiet the rest of the way back. Sam went to start on supper while I went around the ranch for a final check up. Supper was ready when I’d finished. “Thank you Samantha for cooking supper. I don’t know what I would do without you.” “You’re welcome dad. Now stop talking and let’s eat, I’m starving.”We ate in silence and until I noticed Sam stopped eating.“What’s wrong? I thought you were starving.”“Hmm? Oh nothing. I was just thinking about...nothing. Sorry dad. Don’t mind.