In the stillness of the night, Amma's son seeks solace in the forbidden. His hand, guided by taboo thoughts, wraps around his throbbing cock. He pictures his mother, her voice echoing in his mind, as he pumps furiously. His breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his essence spilling onto his heaving chest. In the aftermath, he's left with a mix of satisfaction and guilt, a silent pact with his secret, shameful desire.