"Ahhh... Y- Yeah..." The quiet moans of a young creature spread through the otherwise quiet bedroom. In the harsh day's lighting, such a boy can be seen laying on his bed, completely naked and his head looking at the ceiling behind his closed, with his hand up to a naughty activity between his legs.

Gumball's hand rubs against the sensitive skin of his shaft as he tried to relax through the heatwave.

This summer had been pretty harsh, worse than most others so far in terms of temperature, and it had been pretty hard to cool off. He couldn't bare to imagine how his friends like Sarah and Hotdog Guy would be surviving these days; they'd probably melt/cook respectively in this heat.

But fortunately for the blue cat lad, he had found a new way of cooling off and letting out some steam, purely out of "natural curiosity".

Like any self-respecting 12-year-old, Gumball had started getting interested in matters pertaining to his body, and it didn't take long for him to find out that touching himself in certain places made him feel really good... If not a little sleepy afterwards.

And the more he did it, the more his desire to do it increased, and by now, he could barely go an hour or two without rubbing his member. School got harder to get through because of that, but it was worth the wait when he got home... As long as Darwin wasn't there as well.

To his good fortune, he was elsewhere with Carrie right no, which granted him the ideal opportunity to relief some pressure

Up and down, like a steady machine, his hand rubbed the soft, sweaty skin. His breathing started to quicken and his tail wagged happily as a small bead of precum forms on the tip of his cock.

"Oh... Penny~" He murmured, thoughts of his angelic girlfriend going through his mind as he continued the illicit activities.

He was already familiar with the impending feeling of bliss sure to come, and it was always the highlight of his day. There was nothing that could ruin it for him.

"Gumball!!"

Scratch that; almost nothing.

A voice, a familiar one at that, called him out, causing the boy to nearly jump out of his skin and stop his masturbating in fright, his eyes shooting open and leaning up to see the woman at his doorway.

"Mom!?" The smaller feline exclaimed, feeling something inside of him that was absolutely indescribable at the moment, somewhere between level 10 panic and level 20 humiliation.

Nicole was standing there with her hands on her hips and an angry-looking face, looking none too pleased.

Though she wasn't exactly dressed much better than he was; rather than her usual work uniform that she wore on a daily basis, even on her days off, the adult feline was donned in a two-set bikini that showed off a generous portion of her body, most likely because of the heat as well.

"Just WHAT do you think you're doing!?" She asked, her tone making it pretty clear that she was not happy with the naughty activity her son was in the midst of.

Seeing him lying there, completely naked with his hand on his shaft, jerking off like it was nobody's business, with his door wide open for the world to see.

"I- I- I-..." Gumball was stuttering, unsure how to react.

How was one supposed to react to this? Their mom seeing them shamelessly jacking off?

The only thing the boy could manage to do at the moment was blush and try his hardest to cover up his nudity. Not that it did much.

He knew that look on his mother's face. That look of certain doom that struck fear into the hearts of people Tina and Hector. He knew exactly what was coming, and his face was a mix of emotions as she slowly walked over.

"Uhh... Hi, Mom...?" Gumball tried, meekly waving.

"Don't you "Hi, mom" me, mister!" Nicole responded furiously, stepping inside and slamming the door behind her.

As was typically the case when she wasn't happy, the mature cat displayed her strength with her actions. In this case, creating cracks in the wall and doorframe after slamming the wooden entry too hard.

The displeased mistress of the household stepped closer and closer to the bed, until she was looming over him and he could clearly see her anger, her rage, her disappointment.

Seeing that face upclose only intensified Gumball's nervousness, and he felt a chill down his spine as his mom sat next to him, glaring down at him.

"Just what exactly do you think you were doing, young man!?" She demanded, the sound of a challenged lion's growl following her words.

"Ummm..." The feline boy was unable to answer.

"Explain THAT!" Nicole pointed down, and the lad followed her finger with his eyes, seeing it pointing to his dick. "With your door wide open!"

The boy's blush intensified even further, his cheeks now a bright red.

"I- I was j- just- I mean- I was just uhh..." He stuttered, but his brain was a complete mess, and he could not make an excuse for his actions. "I... Forgot... To close it?"

"What if Anais saw you!?" She exclaimed, raising her voice, and Gumball had no answer to that either.

He hadn't thought about that. The idea that he could have been interrupted by anyone, let alone his little sister, made him cringe.

"Well!? What do you have to say for yourself!? And you better have a good excuse for this." Nicole folded her arms over her chest and looked at him expectantly.

"I... Umm..." Gumball continued trying, but the unfortunate truth was that he didn't have anything, and eventually he simply stopped attempting to think of a plausible justification for his gross actions, instead just giving her a guilty look.

She didn't seem too pleased with her response, or lack thereof, and reached her arm out to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly.

Not so tightly like she had done to others that were unfortunate to feel her wrath before, where she was able to crush every bone in their hand without effort, but strong enough to prevent him from escaping.

Gumball's heart sank lower, knowing where this was going, and the pain that was going to follow suit momentarily.

"You know what this means!" The milf mentioned, easily lifting him up in the air and taking his spot on the bed, letting up drop over her lap, holding his hand behind his back. "It's correction time!"

"W- Wait! No! Not this again!" The feline pleaded, but his struggles were fruitless, and he could do nothing but kick and flail as he was positioned in a humiliating pose over her lap, her other hand raised over his butt.

She ignored gis pleaded and commenced with the punishment, not even deterred by the feeling of his quickly-deflating member poking into her bare thigh.

"AHH!" A sharp yelp followed the sound of her palm striking his ass, a loud smacking noise accompanying the strike.

It was only the first strike, and yet she had ready left a bit of an impression on his tush.

Another spank followed suit, raining down on him without much more mercy than the first one.

"OW!" Gumball cried, feeling the sharp pain of the spanking from his mom.

Nicole was not a weak person by any definition, and she had plenty of strength to use when needed. And that was certainly the case here, with her mercilessly spanking her son's bare ass.

Smack after smack fell upon his defenceless butt, each one causing the boy to scream in pain, as the stinging sensation spread throughout his butt and left an unpleasant, painful feeling.

"Ow! Ow, ow, OW!!" The boy cried out, the heat coming from his backside easily comparing with the heat around the rest of his body from the temperature.

"How am I supposed to explain this to her!?" Nicole exclaimed, not letting up her severe punishment in the slightest. "Do you have any kind of effect that would have on her, if she saw it!?"

Her hand reigned thunder on his bare backside, turning it from blue to red without giving it a chance to see purple in between.

"Do you think I wanted to see it!? To see my own son doing something so disgusting!?" She continued, both with her dialogue and her discipline.

Her scolding words, filled with disappointment and anger, echoed through the room almost as much as the heavy smacks on his backside... Almost.

"Aaaahh!" Gumball was in pain, not only from the physical abuse of his behind, but also the humiliation of the position and the words that his mom was saying to him.

The tears were almost frantic as the majority of his body, and he was quickly losing what little of his self-respect and dignity he had left.

Ever since he first discovered the pleasures of touching & pumping his shaft a while ago, it became a daily and nightly thing  for the growing cat lad.

He would've never imagined that anyone he knew, would catch him in the middle of such a shameful act, and he would've continued to do it in the privacy of his own room, if he had just remembered to close his damn door.

And not just anyone. HER!

His mother; the woman who gave him life, nursed him and fed him, clothed and housed him, took care of him and loved him. Why did it have to be her, of all people?

... Then again, it's not like it would've been any better if Darwin or dad had walked in on him, either. And especially not Anais.

Regardless, he couldn't bring himself to ponder such things at the moment; his mind was focused on other matters. Such as the burning hot stinging surging through his buttocks, courtesy of his angry mother.

She didn't relent, delivering spank after spank after spank on his backside.

It was almost impressive, the amount of control she had over her strength. It wasn't enough to cause any real permanent damage, and it certainly didn't hurt herself too much either, but it was more than enough to leave an imprint... And a lesson.

"I don't ever want to see you doing this again!" She snapped, giving him another set of 5 firm slaps on each cheek. "Understood!?"

"Y- Yes, mom..." The younger feline nodded, tears flowing out of his eyes and landing on his bedsheets, staining them like a raincloud would a sidewalk.

"Good." Nicole stated as she finally let him go after 5 seemingly-never-ending minutes and about 300 merciless thwacks, dropping him on the bed, where he immediately pulled a pillow to his face and sobbed helplessly into it.

In a sense, she was pretty proud of her work, smiling inside that her thoroughly tough love lesson got through to him like this.

And as much trouble as he was in, she couldn't help feeling her motherly instincts wanting to comfort her crying son and tell him it was going to be alright. Though her stronger sense of discipline that she had when she was his age was pretty persistent, overpowering the former to a level that left her satisfied with her actions.

"I hope you know I didn't want to have to do that, but you deserved it for being so vile and you're going to stay here and think about it for the next few minutes." The mature cat commanded, getting a nod from her child. "Those kinds of habits lead to even worse habits, and before you know it, you'll be in real trouble with girls and the law. I expect you to be a young gentleman, and don't give in to those horrible urges again. And if we ever have to revisit this, you won't be sitting down for a month."

Without further ado after the further scolding, she began to depart from the room, leaving her son to his own devices.

"And for goodness sake, put your clothes back on!" She added, before she left as the door was slammed behind her, making the house shake a little. The surefire sign of Nicole's mighty rage.

Gumball simply lied there, not moving from his spot or the pillow, his sobbing muffled by the cushion.

He stayed like that for a few moments, his body occasionally shivering a bit as the tears continued to pour out of his eyes.

This was easily the worst moment of the year for him so far, and given all the weird things that went down on a daily basis in Elmore, that was saying something.

Sniffling and trying to dry his eyes as best he could, the young cat hopped off the tear-drenched bed to get onto something (hopefully) more comfortable, his backside still stinging.

However, he would quickly come to regret that decision; as soon as he plopped his burning bare butt on the wooden chair by his computer, an unpleasant stinging feeling coursed through him, causing him to wince and jump off.

The blue boy had learned the hard way that sitting down in the near future was a big no-no right now, and he would have to endure the rest of his day like this, hoping the stinging would go away sooner rather than later.

Though judging from the wrath of the woman that inflicted such pain, that wasn't looking very likely.

In fact, given that he couldn't sit for the foreseeable future, it was the ideal time to inspect the damage for himself.

The young lad approached the mirror and looked at his reflection, turning around to check out the result of the punishment.

It wasn't as bad as he expected...

It was worse.

His butt, once the same blue as the rest of his body, was now a darker shade, much closer to a color as red as Hot Dog Guy.

"Oh, man..." Gumball said to himself, feeling the soreness of the stinging on his skin.

His eyes were starting to well up again just from the sight alone, and the feeling of the sting was almost too much for him.

The swelling wasn't that appealing, either. He wasn't sure he'd be able to walk much, let alone sit, for at least a week.

The tears were starting to fall from his eyes again, though this time from the emotional trauma.

No child wanted to think that their mother was angry at them, especially when it was for something they were doing. It was the kind of thing that stayed with you for life, and even if it didn't, there would be a scar that would never completely heal.

He could already hear her voice echoing in his head: "I'm not angry. Just disappointed."

Those words were ones that he, Darwin and Anais never wanted to hear from her; no matter how many times she said it, they could tell she WAS angry with them.

It was the worst feeling in the world.

***

An hour had passed since the intense punishment had been carried out, and while the boy had been sulking in his room about it, some of his sobs at the beginning of which could be heard from downstairs, the carrier of the spanking had spent it on the couch.

The TV served as a minor distraction from what she had to do, but it was only that; minor.

She couldn't get those horrible sights out of her mind. It was hard to decide which of the two was worse; seeing him jacking off like that, or having to pull him over her lap for a bit of discipline time.

Both of them were just so disturbing.

Seeing her own son, her young man, her first baby, doing such a thing was a shocking revelation for the adult feline. She always knew that the boys weren't 100% innocent, but while she knew they weren't perfect, the idea that one of them was getting into dirty habits like this was a bit too much.

And even worse, seeing it in the open, like the boy had no regard for who could see it: her youngest, Anais.

The idea of her 4-year-old daughter seeing him with his shaft in his hands like that would've given her a kind of trauma that would stay with her for life, wasn't something she liked to think about...

But then, neither was knowing her son was hurting both inside and outside. Especially when she knew she played a role in that.

Sure, it was part of her motherly duty, but the last thing a parent wants to do is to hurt their kids, even if it was for their own good.

Then again, as she thought about it more, she realized that Gumball wasn't really a kid anymore; he was 12, and he was going to have those urges.

And that meant she would need to approach this problem at the right angle. Punishment and lashing out wasn't going to go very far with him like this, and she knew it.

With a reluctant sigh, Nicole picked herself up off the sofa and headed back upstairs, feeling a little guilty and remorseful over what she had done.

As she was walking up the stairs, her ears caught the sound of whimpering coming from her son's bedroom.

Hesitantly, the mature blue cat knocked on the door, pressing her ear to the door for the answer, no matter how soft or loud it may be.

"Gumpuss? It's me, honey..." She replied, her heart anticipating his response.

"Go away, mom."

There it was. The other dreaded aspect of raising teenagers, besides their new raging hormones: rebellion.

Ordinarily, such an out-of-term response would've incurred her wrath again, kicking the door open and letting him have it again.

But right now, she had a different approach in mind. One that hopefully wouldn't make either of them feel bad about it.

"Come on, baby. Let mommy in." She pleaded, her tone much softer than from the last time she was up here.

There was silence, and a small part of her was starting to grow nervous that the boy wouldn't let her in. But fortunately, she heard some shuffling from the other side, and the shift of the doorknob opening.

Once she could see him, she was thankful that he had his clothes on again, but he didn't look very happy at her being in his presence.

"Hey..." She whispered, her voice gentle and loving.

"Hmph." He replied back, looking firmly at her with a due sense of disdain.

The atmosphere was tense. Both of them were unsure of what to say or do, and the awkward silence made it clear that this would be hard to solve.

"Mind if I... If we talk inside?" She inquired, looking over his shoulder, and the boy looked back at her before he responded.

"... Fine." Gumball answered as he stepped aside and opened the door more, allowing his mom in and closing it behind him.

As soon as they were inside and besides his bed, she noticed that he didn't sit down, which made her feel even worse for the pain he must've been feeling right now.

"So... About earlier..." She hesitated a bit. "I'm... Sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"Uh-huh." The cat boy said, looking at her.

"It was inappropriate and immature of me. I know it must hurt, and I shouldn't have been so harsh." She continued, trying her best to be genuine. "You're getting older, and these are natural things. I know you're not going to stop just because I say so."

Gumball tried his best not to react to her words, though he understood where she was coming from. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she probably knew about this than he did.

"But... You know you're not supposed to do that sort of thing in the house." She went on, folding her arms behind her back. "At least not with your door open. If Anais DID see you doing that-"

"I KNOW!" He snapped, looking like he immediately regretted raising his voice like that, expecting nothing less than a lion's roar.

Instead, his mother simply gave him a sympathetic look, understanding why he would be so angry with her.

"... Sorry." He murmured, averting his gaze.

"Don't be." Nicole waved her hand dismissively, approaching her son. "I know this is a... difficult subject. And it's okay to be embarrassed, talking to your mother about it."

Gumball's face contorted into one of discomfort, clearly not liking the direction this was going, though it's not like he was particularly eager for a second spanking, so he had no choice but to listen.

"I just want you to know, that it's alright. It's natural for boys and girls to have those feelings and do... That." She mentioned, trying her best to keep things PG, knowing this wasn't the kind of thing the boys would like hearing about, especially from their mother. "But more importantly, you know that I will always love you no matter what."

"I know." The young lad nodded, his eyes beginning to water a bit.

Not out of anger or frustration, but out of relief.

He was relieved to know his mother was not upset or disgusted with him, and that she was willing to accept him despite this, and still love him regardless.

Of course, he knew that deep down anyway, but it was always nice to have it be reminded every now and again.

Seeing his state soften as well, Nicole opened her arms and beckoned him closer.

"Come here." She requested, and the younger blue feline slowly walked towards her.

Gumball was hesitant, but he could feel the maternal instincts emanating from her, and he couldn't resist their allure. Not in his current emotionally vulnerable state.

It was as if the warmth was calling out to him, and he could feel it wrapping him up as soon as his arms wrapped around her.

"Shhh... Shhhh... It's okay, sweetie..." The older cat whispered, gently petting the back of her son's head. "It's going to be okay."

Her gentle coos and the embrace only intensified the young boy's tears, and the more he felt her comfort, the more his emotions got the better of him, and he began sobbing helplessly again.

She could feel his tears, warm and wet, dampening her skin and clothing.

And yet, she didn't mind, continuing to embrace and cuddle her boy.

"There, there, baby..." Nicole cooed, giving him a tender kiss on his forehead. "Just let it all out."

He did just that, hugging her tighter and letting the tears flow as he continued to cry, and the matriarch of the household simply let him.

As a growing boy, he would've died if anyone caught wind of what had transpired here. But as a son, he was glad things ended the way they did.