Within a week I was creeping into mother’s bedroom as she slept again. Too caught up in my obsession, and too stupid at 16, to grasp how disgustingly I was violating her. Each time I did it and got away with it only made me bolder. It evolved to the point where I dropped my pajama pants to my ankles as I touched nyself and watched her lying there so beautiful and exposed. But of course my disgusting stupidity eventually caught up with me. In the dim light from streetlights I realized she had awakened but not moved and as soon as our eyes met I lost it. Even as I ejaculated I was panicking as she sat up and screamed at me to get out. I ran out to my bedroom but still heard the lock click after she slammed it. I hid in my room the next day until she forced the confrontation by coming to my room late the next morning. She was angry and in tears but tried to remain calm and tell me what an absolute line I had crossed. The only truly bitter thing she said was that she should not have to give up how she chose to sleep on nothing because of my horrible behavior. She said it was absolute that this was the final straw. It was actually strange to see her with such determination because she had always been quiet and submissive with my father. But obviously what I had done was depraved. She told me to follow her to her room and told me to stand in the corner and undo my pants and spanked me long and hard as I I felt so humiliated . She would stop and chastise ne then begin again, pointing out that at least this way I had no ability to d******* her lap like I had with the previous bouts of spanking. She had never bare bottom spanked me before and it was so degrading. Granted less degrading than what she had woken to see me doing as she slept. When she had her fill of spanking me she made me clean the carpet and change her bedding from where I had soiled them with ny sin. But there was worse to come for both of us.
