A woman, who I don’t know, looks at me through a glass screen, separating us from a glasshouse. The woman’s finger travel from her breasts to her navel then below, her eyes flutter shut as she massages her finger between her legs, biting her bottom lip.

I swallow hard. My eyes remain unmoved from the screen.

The woman pulls a pink vibrator from the glove compartment and places it in her mouth as she leans back to shake off her jeans.

I swallow harder then got hard. The woman whispers to stroke it, motioning with her hand.

I do as I’m told.

She squints. I think your mom is behind you, dude.

I don’t even know where to begin? Mom said.

(In case anyone is wondering, this is a fictional account of someone watching camgirls.)