Joshua looked at his mother and the tears stared flowing. "Mom I'm sorry, really I am. I'll never do it again, I promise!"

"Well young man you should be sorry. Peeking at me in the shower and then stealing my underwear and masturbating with it. What is your father going to think of you young man?"

Mom had caught me red handed, so to speak, with her panties wrapped around my cock furiously jacking off. I was sure that I had locked my bedroom door but obviously I was mistaken. She knew that I had seen her in the bathroom but what she didn't know was that I had been spying on her in the shower for months and that she was my fantasy fuck. Seeing my mom's naked body was my first exposure to a woman's tits and pussy and had made me so hard I thought my cock might break. I was thirteen and as hormonal as any other teenager only I had carried my fantasy a little too far. "Mom, please don't tell dad. Please!"

"Well we'll see Josh. Let me think about it."

Everything was fine until after dinner that evening. Dad had gone out to watch television and I was helping mom with the dishes. Dad hadn't said anything about my misadventures so I figured that mom hadn't told him, at least not yet. Mom handed me a plate to dry then said, "I've decided on what to do with you. Your punishment I mean."

I shuddered. "What mom?" I just knew by the look in her eye that I was in for it.

"I called the priest this afternoon and we talked about what you did. You know that I have always wanted you more involved with the church so I said you would be there on Saturday morning for confession."

"The priest! Oh God mom, you told?"

"Yes, now think about what you're going to say in your confession and try and be contrite about it."

The rest of the week seemed to go by like molasses until finally Saturday morning rolled around. I knew that confession was heard from 8:00 to 9:00 in the morning and I rode my bike down to the church and went inside. There were only two people waiting for confession and I joined them in the pew, on the kneeler, praying. I'm sure they were praying for good things like world peace or relieving world hunger but I was praying that the priest would die, or something so that I didn't have to confess my sins, not those sins. Finally the last person left the confessional and I opened the confessional door and sat down with my back to the wall and waited. The little window slid open and I could just see the outline of the priest.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Two weeks."

"I see. Tell me son what have you done?"

"Uh... I... well I..."

"That's alright my son, just tell me and through prayer the lord will forgive you."

"Well I have been sinning against both God and my mother. I have been watching my mother showering and masturbating thinking about her."

"Is that all son?"

"No, I have been stealing her panties and using them."

"Using them, I don't understand - how are you using them?"

Oh God this just gets worse and worse. "Uh well I wrap them around my... my..."

"Cock?"

I was surprised at the vulgarity being uttered inside the confessional. "Uh yes, around my cock."

"I see. What do you thinking about when you masturbate?"

"Ah... about having sex, sex with my mother."

There was a sharp intake of air. "I see. Well son you are going to have to come back to my office and discuss this with me personally. Do you know the way?"

"Yes, I know the way."

"Good, you go ahead and I'll be right there."

I left the confessional and quickly walked back to the priests' office. The door was open and I went inside and took a seat on the couch and waited. As I sat there I worried about what would happen next?

Soon enough the priest walked into the room and closed the door and locked it, never a good sign.

"So you spy on your naked mother and jack off with her panties."

I didn't say anything, I just nodded yes.

The priest looked down at me with a scowl. The hands rose carrying with them the dark black loose arms folds of the frock and the priest looked like a vulture. They went up and up until they reached the top button and then they started unbuttoning the frock and my eyes widened. Button by button, lower and lower and all I could see was white skin; apparently the priest was naked underneath the frock. Another button and then another one until the garment slid down and into a pile on the floor. I gasp at the sight before my eyes. Mary Ellen Scott, the priest of our church stood there totally naked. She was as old as my mom but her breasts were a lot smaller and as such didn't sag at all and she was almost completely shaven between her legs, with only a small patch of hair remaining, a small heart just above her pussy.

"Well Josh your mother told me what you had done and I'm glad that you told me the truth in the confessional, now get out of your clothes and let me see that cock you're so proud of."