Naked under the full moon in my mother watches me masturbate, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “my mother watches me masturbate” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “my mother watches me masturbate… my mother watches me masturbate… harder my mother watches me masturbate!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “my mother watches me masturbate” trails.