The Judge Mommy threw the book at you. You were initially in trouble for stealing a candy bar from Mommy-Mart. They didn't care one bit for your protests that you had just absent-mindedly walked out of the store with it and fully intended to go back and pay for it, but the real charge against you was being a boy all by himself without a Mommy.
Even your own appointed Lawyer Mommy made only a weak defense at trial before the gavel came down and sentenced you, for the crime of being a Bad Boy wandering alone without a Mommy to care for you, to a lifetime in Mommy Jail, where the hardest, most love-deprived Mommies who had gone years without a Good Boy of their own to care for were incarcerated.
It was a solemn bus ride to the penitentiary, the outside of which you would never see again. The longing glances of the Mommies being checked in alongside you as new inmates were nothing compared to the not-at-all disguised yearning on display as the Mommies lined the chain-link fence, hurling a mixture of lewd cat-calls at you alongside overly-wholesome demands to be allowed to stroke your hair, pat your head or give you an encouraging hug.
Though the Captain of the Guard Mommies was stern, her underlings apologized to you as they made you to strip for the delousing procedure. Coated in white powder, you were handed a jumpsuit and prison shoes and led in handcuffs to your cellblock. The spartan concrete of the cell you were shown to was contrasted by a small table and tea set taking up a good portion of the little room, complete with lace doilies and candles. Seated at the table was your cellmate, a middle-aged, buxom blonde woman whose gentle face positively beamed at the sight of you.