In the dim, quiet of his room, a young man's hand wanders, his mind a whirlwind of lust and guilt. He's alone, but his thoughts are not. They're filled with his mother, her laughter, her touch, her body. He imagines her surprise, her shock, her eventual acceptance as he pleasures himself to the thought of her. His strokes quicken, his breath ragged, his body tense with anticipation. He comes, his mind still swimming with the taboo, his body spent, his heart pounding with the thrill of the forbidden.