You were wearing a loose white T shirt with gaping openings at your breasts and a sarong tied around your waist. As usual you had no bra and no underp...nts. We had a delicious Gumbo dinner and a little too much wine. The band played some New Orleans Jazz music. When the dance music started I took you in my arms onto the dance floor. I was murmuring sweet nothings in your ears and through the sarong knot I could feel your bare mound. We went back to our table and the man who I had watched finger. With a tiny whimper of need, she grabs the vibrator again (almost dropping it in her haste). She fiddles with the switch until the dull humming becomes a bright buzzing and then pushes the device hard against the coat of wax that is hiding her pussy, all the while humping her hips like an animal in heat. With her free hand she deftly scrapes the wax off her tits, takes the candle from its resting point on her night stand, and drips wax right back onto her sore swollen breasts. That must set her. " How do you know I am wearing white panties?" You know full well how I know. You lingered on the stairs. You know I could see up that short skirt." It's hard now?" Helen asked. Ricky confirmed it was. Helen looked around, and when she was satisfied no one was looking, she put her hand on Ricky's crotch. "My god, Ricky. That is hard, and it feels much bigger than I saw in the car."Ricky smiled as his mother's fingers squeezed his cock."Everything you are saying is true, son. I haven't had sex. And the more I looked, the more he undressed. Every inch of him was so yummy. His camera was clear enough for me to see everything and it felt like he was just in front of me, in person, and touching me the way he was touching himself.I tried to snap out of it, remembering I wasn't the kind to do such acts. So I tried to stop myself but when I looked at the monitor, I could see him stroking his growing cock and balls from his pants. I was done for.He probably knew his effect on me, or maybe.