"Hey, were you even listening to me?"

"I... I..." Ben was caught, trying to act casual as he adjusted his straining erection, hiding from his mother's view below the counter.

"Okay. What are you doing?" Tiffany gave a deep, loud sigh and rose to face Ben and his camera. "Let me have the camera, young man," she said sternly, holding out an open hand.

"It's not on, Mom, it's just sitting on the counter."

Before he could grab the camera and retreat to his room, Tiffany plucked the camera from the countertop.

"Mom. Don't...!"

Tiffany stopped the recording camera and ran the footage back a few seconds. She was shocked...