In the quiet of the old maison, a young man finds solace in his own company. He's alone, or so he thinks, as he begins to explore his body, his hands caressing his chest, his nipples hardening at his touch. He pushes his hand down, feeling the bulge in his briefs, and with a groan, he pulls them off, his cock springing free. He strokes himself, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy, when a soft voice from behind him breaks his trance. "What are you doing, dear?" his mother asks, causing him to freeze in place, his cock still in his hand.