"Bitch," he hisses, the word echoing in the silent room as he strokes himself, his mind filled with images of his mother. He pictures her, his "soloboy" fantasies bringing her to life in his mind's eye, her body responding to his touch. He imagines her gasping, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire as he takes her, his body claiming hers in a way he's only dared to dream of. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he chases the release he knows will leave him guilty and ashamed, yet yearning for more.