I sat at my desk and looked at my computer. I opened the windows with the porn videos and pulled out my cock. I had an erection that was boiling for a... hour with no relief. I started beating myself hard while I watched the college girls in the videos work for their tuition money. Just before I was about to blow my load I see the door open and I see grandma looking at my dick with shock. I don’t know why but I couldn’t stop myself. There I was looking at my grandma looking at my beating my dick. I guess she was going to the gym and hence she was wearing yoga pants and a crop top. Her figure was almost perfect. Her boobs were big, ass was juicy and perfectly toned. It was as seeing the queen of ‘hotness’. And the fact she was wearing yoga pants made her ass even more bootylicious.I asked the watchman who she was and he told me that she was a college professor and her name was Kamini. He also told me that she taught history at the university and she was divorced. The moment I heard that. The husky voice seemed to tighten its control with every new word. It caught her in a soft web. It subtly wove a cocoon of intimacy.Brigitte returned to bring the wine, the entrée and the dessert. And each time a new sweet layer was added. At last she brought the coffee and the bill. She did not even blink when the woman told her to go to the restroom and wait for her in one of the stalls.And please to get rid of her soaked panties.In the last half-hour every touch and every whisper had made. Why not? I wasn’tgoing anywhere. I noticed during our video calls, Mum was also getting quitelax in that respect... but I don’t think she quite appreciated how different avideo call is from a phone call!It was during a call 2 weeks ago, that I realised she’d stopped wearing a bra.She was wearing a fairly prim and proper nightie. Not exactly a plungingneckline, but low enough to expose a little cleavage. That was nice, but what Ireally liked was how the material clung to her breasts. I could.