The sultry scent of his own musk fills the air as he strokes his length, the risk of discovery only heightening his arousal. His mother's voice is muffled through the door, but he can make out her words, "I'm making dinner, sweetheart. You should come down soon." He bites his lip, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, the danger of being caught only intensifying his pleasure. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his low moan barely audible as he struggles to catch his breath, hoping his mother didn't hear his moment of forbidden pleasure.