In caught my son masterbating, burlesque dancer Ruby performs a private show in a velvet-draped room. Feather boa trailing, she teases with each removed glove and stocking. caught my son masterbating captures the moment the audience of one can no longer watch passively—he joins her on stage, hands replacing pasties. Mirrors reflect infinite Rubys writhing in caught my son masterbating, her back arched over the chaise lounge. The performance ends not with a bow but with shared breathless applause in caught my son masterbating.