My pussy started to salivate already, with just the thought of a wild weekend. I was so excited to reconnect. We had three days and nights. Robert’s...business had taken him away from me for increasingly long periods of time. My traveling volunteer work seldom jibed with his trips. Yes, it is frustrating to be empty nesters when one nestee is gone from the nest. When that happened much too frequently, we would stay in touch by phone, email and now skyping. Our conversations would cover the usual. .. and no panties. Her fingers progressed unobstructed to Mom's glistening, swollen snatch. "Mom!" Karen grasped, dropping her liplock on Mom's tit. "I never wear them to work," Mom said, "I get much bigger tips that way." Then she let go of the dildo and stood up to shuck her skirt. Clad now only in garterbelt and hose (and that incongrous bow tie), she lay down next to Karen and took her in her arms. "I love you, Karen," she breathed, "I want you to feel good." Then they commenced to kissing. To this day, almost a half a century later, why I could watch one program and not the other remains a mystery shrouded in smoke. I didn’t much care for the Friday Night blood bath. I’d rather seen Gunsmoke, but it was where I watched the fight that held it’s value, it was going to Elmer’s that made fight night a highlight. Elmer’s house was small and now we’d call it a doublewide trailer. His wife died before I was born and he lived with his daughter Mary Beth who was a high school girl’s gym. But the most amazing discovery was the presence of multiple pin-hole size high definition cameras in the bedroom. Most of them focused on the bed but others were directed elsewhere. With some investigating I discovered the master on-off switch and the feed back to my dad's desktop computer.His password protection of the system proved little challenge for me and I was soon into his library of video files - hundreds and hundreds of them. I checked a couple of them, discovering that my mum and dad.