Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. BED WETTER Some people are gay, others are cross-dressers, some have their kinks, everyone has a secret. Mine is this: I am a hopeless, helpless bed wetter! Sometimes I dream that I'm peeing in a toilet and even in my dream know that this is when I'm wetting my bed. In some dreams, I know I'm diapered, and just pee wherever I happen to be. Other times, it just gets wet, seemingly all by itself and I've even been awoken while in the middle of a pee! Even if I am up in the middle of the night for some reason and know I have to pee, I won't bother. It's just too much trouble to wake, and I'm going to get wet no matter what, anyway. I am 21 years old who live at home with my mom and wet the bed 4 or 5 times a week. my mom keeps a rubber sheet over my mattress and i sleep under another so when i wet i am soaked. my mom started spanking me at 10 for wetting and i am still getting them. this morning was typical. mom wakes me up at 6:30 pulls the sheet back and i am half asleep in a puddle of pee my underwear is soaked. mom tells me to get up and go to her room. As I head down the hall mom walks behind me smacking my wet bottom with her hand. when we get to her bedroom she takes off her pj bottom's so they won't get soiled and sits at her vanity. I noticed that her panties were plain white but showed a dark bush underneath and the hips they sat on were firm to say the least. My Mom was still a beautiful woman, although the last twelve years had hardened her heart and encouraged her to put on a few pounds where she least wanted them. She had huge titties with large protruding nipples. She always had a tan line that made them seem even larger. Her waist was a little flabby but her ass was nice and round. she picks up a wooded hairbrush and pulls me over her knee. i am 6 feet tall but she is as tall as me and works out every day so she holds me over her lap with ease. she then starts spanking and scolding me the spanks shake the pee off my underpants i can feel it hit my waving ankles. In a few minutes i am crying just like when i was ten but mom spanks harder. all the squirming and bouncing on her lap along with the pain produces a erection but mom keeps spanking for a full 20 minutes. at last she stops and i get up my penis is sticking straight out in my underwear mom says she can hang a coat on it but at least today i did not have a accident on her lap. After the spanking mom tells me to take a shower and get ready for school. Now you may think i get embarrassed when my mom spanks me like this but i don't i have gotten so many over the years i am used to it. But when i have a accident and wet my pants and get spanked in public i am embarrassed. its happened more then a few times over the years the last time was in October last year. Mom and i went on a picnic at a park with a river i did not think we would be there all that long so i had 3 pops with lunch and 2 more after. now this park has no restrooms so i wanted to head home as soon as we finished eating but mom wanted to read, after 15 minutes i asked her to go, she refused. I began to cross my legs and scrunch. "What are you doing Justine?" she asked "Nothing, Mom." i replied "Well, I won't let you act like that." I could feel pee starting to come out. In desperation, I reached under my waist band and grabbed my penis. Mom saw. "You get your hands from under there you bad boy.' 5 minutes later i had to go and i wet my pants my jeans tuned dark in my crotch then hips then butt mom smiled and kept reading. 20 minutes later i had to go even worse i laid down on my back and wet again this time it came out so strong it was like a fountain pouring out of my crotch. I was soaked mom picked up the small round breadboard she used to cut our sandwiches and after brushing off the crumbs stood up and told me to stand she walked over and held my arm and gave me 10 hard spanks on my wet jeans. this was not to hurt me but to get the attention of the people around us and it worked they stood and followed as mom pulled me 30 feet to the nearest bench. she pulled my jeans down to my ankles and began scolding me to give the crowd time to grow it worked in 5 minutes there must have been 30 men woman and teenagers in a semi circle around us and that was not the only thing to grow as she scolded me about being a naughty boy who needed a spanking i got a huge erection. At last she put me over her knee and spanked me good in minutes i had kicked my jeans off and the crowd was cheering her on and clapping she spanked harder and faster after ten minutes i had a accident on her lap she always knows when i do that and she really lets me have it at the end i sound more like a 5 year old not a 21 year old. when its over i get up and keeping my head down pick up my jeans but mom did not let me put them on. Instead we walked through the crowd still clapping and laughing back to the picnic sight mom gives me the basket and holds the blanket and tells me to carry my jeans back to the car. we walk all the way through the park for 10 minutes me in my wet underpants crying mom behind me spanking my bottom all they way to the car. When we get to the car i have to ride home in my underwear everyone who looks in can see. when we get home mom does not park in the garage but in the street i hope no one sees me going up the walk. once we get in mom yanked me by the arm and said, "Josh! I am so ashamed of you. I guess I need to spank your bare bottom like the baby you are acting like!" She took me to her room and spanked me hard. WHACK! SMACK! SLAP ".. such a naugh...ty, little..." SMACK "... boy?" SMACK SMACK SMACK "Do you promise me you'll behave yourself from now on?" silent pause SMACK "Do you?" I meekly reply, "Yes, mommy." "And you'll obey mommy from now on?" "Yes, mommy." "And you'll do *whatever* mommy says?" Uh oh. I don't want to agree to that. SPANK SMACK "*Whatever* mommy tells you, isn't that right, Justin?" SPANK Her hand is spanking a *lot* harder, and I would agree to just about anything. "Yes mommy, I promise." "Good sissy. Now wriggle your naughty little bottom for mommy to prove you're going to be an obedient little son from now on." I wriggle and rotate and shake my fanny as much as I am able, given the confining circumstances. As I do, mommy pulls up on the waistband of my undies, causing my dancing butt-cheeks to pop out of the backsides of the white underpants. She then places both her hands gently against my ass cheeks. As my fleshy bottom wobbles around, it grazes against her fingers and palm. My shaking also causes my throbbing underpants-contained cock to rub against the plush carpet. As if the bottom-to-hand sensual contact and the penis-underpants-rug friction wasn't enough, my mother engages me in a frenzied, rapid-fire dialogue. Mommy: "Who's naughty?" Justin: "I am." Mommy>: "Repeat after me ... I'm mommy's sissy son." Justin: "I'm mommy's sissy son." Mommy>: "I'll always obey mommy." Justin: "I'll always obey mommy." Mommy: "Mommy> knows what's best for me." Justin: "Mommy knows what's best for me." Mommy: "I was so silly to try and get away from mommy." Justin: "I was so silly to try and get away from mommy." Mommy: "Thank you for teasing my bottom, mommy." Justin: "Thank you for teasing my bottom, mommy." Mommy>: "Thank you for teasing my bottom, mommy." Justin: "Thank you for teasing my bottom, mommy." Mommy>: "Again!" Justin: "Thank you for teasing my bottom, mommy!" By this time I am crying hysterically. I have lost all control and I'm heaving and sobbing. I have been broken. I am panting trying to catch my breath. She rests her right hand on my exposed bottom, then begins very rapidly rubbing her fingertips back and forth across both cheeks. After a minute or so of that, she takes her long fingernails and ever-so-lightly scratches up and down the backs of my thighs. I am so humiliated, I just take off for the living room without even bothering to adjust my underpants or pull up my shorts. I must be quite a sight as I shuffle past her, my shorts inhibiting my movement, and my bouncing bottom almost completely displayed. She calls out, "You're welcome." I'm not sure if her 'your welcome' is in response to helping me out from the bed, or the reply to my last words, thanking her for teasing my bottom. I am completely resigned to my fate. The next night, I crawl into mommy's bed under the pale pink sheets in a nightie that I wore when I was thirteen. It consists of a pair of pale peach silk shorty-shorts that are very high cut. The matching sleeveless top is cropped off to expose my belly button. Mommy comes out of her bathroom. She is wearing a chemise nightie. She walks over to her dresser and reaches for a jar of moisturizing cream. Her scoops out a generous portion and messages her hands together to work the cream in. Her slippery hands make squishy noises that make me ache for her to touch my cock. It's the same Pavlovian response as hearing running water, then needing to pee. She goes back to the dresser for a second helping and in the quiet dark room, the slushy sounds are deafening. I obsess on the sensation of those slippery hands fondling my penis. I slowly wriggle under the covers as I imagine her greasy fingers petting my shaft. Mommy climbs under the same sheet, so we aren't separated. I am facing away from her, but she snuggles up close and we lay in the spoon position, her arms wrapped around my waist. She entangles her legs around mine. As I relax into it, it feels like an octopus has enveloped its eight legs securely around my legs and squeezed. Mommy rubs her creamy fingers up my legs, beginning just above my knees and ending at my shorty-shorts. She doesn't caress up and down, but rather continuously makes the trek up from knee to the tops of my thighs, removes her fingers, and starts again at the knees. This technique results in a feeling of energy ascending up towards my cock, but never reaching the desired destination. It leaves me mad with sexual tension, and mommy knows it. I begin to squirm around with the hope that mommy will accidentally bump into my penis. She's on to me, and slaps my thigh hard. "You stop that naughtiness right now, young man. We can't have an innocent evening of mother and son affection without you perverting it into some lewd orgy. What is wrong with you, Justin? I am your mother, not one of your college bimbos." mommy berates me. Mommy remains spooned against me, but her magic fingers cease playing with my legs. I am left horny. As I notice mommy's breathing change, I slowly bring my digits to my shorty-shorts. I slip my hand under the elastic waistband and gently (so as not to disturb mommy) titillate my dick. I can't help pumping quickly, and that awakens mommy. "You little wanker! Are you getting all excited sleeping next to your mommy? You're 21 years old! Honestly, I don't know what I am going to do with you. You're nothing but a sissy who can't keep his hands off his little dickie. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm being too lenient with you. I hoped you'd outgrown your childish pranks, but I was wrong. Mommy thought that at 21 you could come back home and not act like a naughty little boy, but mommy gave you too much credit." As she continued to belittle me, she pulled me out of bed, "Come on sissy. You want to be close to mommy's clothes. You can be close to mommy's clothes." She opened the door to her closet and flung me in. Then she quickly grabbed a pair of discarded pantyhose and tied my wrists and my ankles. She grabbed my hog-tied ankles and lift them up and secured them onto a hook in the closet. This left me with my legs up in the air, but the hook was low enough so that I wasn't completely upside down. I was lying on my back, it was just my legs that were up in the air. I feel completely helpless as I hang there. Mommy gives a few rapid tugs on my shorties to re-stimulate my cock. Then shuts the closet door and leaves me and my blue balls in darkness.