The assistant's hands were pushing Chris's butt, forcing him to thrust inside mom's pussy.Evelyn gasped at the penetration. She saw the look of confus...ion on her son's face. She knew she must have had the same expression on her own face. And whatever expression she had on her face was being filmed as the camera operator recorded from different angles.Mr. Woo suggested, "I love dirty talk between lovers. Feel free to express yourselves, your wants, your desires."She heard the director then mutter. I stroke your arms, down to your wrists, and then my strong hands grip your wrists and hold your hands against the railing. You give a muffled yelp of surprise. With my other hand I quickly remove my belt and use it to tie your wrists to the balcony railing.I grip your hips and pull you backwards slightly, causing your to bend at waist and support yourself with your tied hands. I raise your skirt above your hips, baring your beautiful ass to the night air, then drop to my knees and start. Even dressed in jeans and tee-shirts, they were a study in beauty. The bright yellow maple leaves even got jealous when the sun lit up the girls' hair; making it glow like pure gold. I made sure to capture every angle I could. Every once in a while, one of them would get impy and swing around to take my picture as I was taking one of them. That made for some comical shots that I had to remember to frame side-by-side later.We had packed a picnic lunch so we spread a blanket out and sat down to. Papa had dropped his glass of drink. In the process, a lot of alcohol had fallen on his vest and lungi (clothes ). But the shocking part was yet to come.Shraddha all of a sudden could be seen opening papa’s vest and wiping his chest and stomach. It was rather in an intimate manner and I was horrified. Mom told me to clean the glass off the floor with her. Papa and Shraddha seemed to be in their own world.Shraddha was rubbing papa’s chest sexually now and had slowly made her way into his lap..