In the throes of self-pleasure, he strokes, his grip tight, his pace steady. The room echoes with the wet sounds of his lust. Lost in his fantasy, he doesn't hear the door open, doesn't sense the presence until it's too late. His mother's gasp cuts through his reverie, her eyes locking onto his flushed face and the evidence of his forbidden act. Time seems to stand still as they both grapple with the raw, uncomfortable truth.