Cruel Mommy
Mature Muscle Lover
Evil muscle mom's son comes back 14 years after she gave him away at birth.


Janet was 43 and, despite her still handsome features, facially she looked it;
but her body was a different matter. She was 5'3" tall and weighed 185lbs. She
had been bodybuilding for 25 years and had a level of muscle thickness and
maturity the few women could match.

Her stats were nothing short of spectacular. Her 28 inch waist contrasted
starkly with her 48 inch chest and 29 inch quads. She had superb diamond
shaped 16 inch calves and biceps that peaked at 17 inches.

She was justifiably proud of all this as well as her blonde hair, which was
cut into a neat bob, and her blue eyes; but most of all she was proud of her
glutes.

Initially they were the reason that she took up bodybuilding. She had always
been pear shaped and by the time she reached her later teens she was very self
conscious of her large rear. Trying to trim it down was what inspired her to
pump iron for the first time.

To her early dismay the rest of her body trimmed and bulked into proportion
but her posterior refused to play ball. Instead of reducing in size it merely
got firmer and harder until after 9 months of visiting her local gym 6 days a
week she had, in her own words, " ... replaced a big fat bottom with a big
hard bottom!"

At first this caused her some distress until she noted the admiring glances
she received from men in the direction of her rear. After a relatively short
space of time she realised what an asset she had been blessed with and began
displaying it in tight mini skirts, hot pants and, for the beach, thong
bikinis.

Now, all these years later, it was her prized possession. Full and heavy, it
jutted out behind her like a shelf; as hard as granite yet as soft as butter.
No man could resist it.

However, Janet wasn't particularly bothered with men. In fact she wasn't
particularly bothered with anyone. She didn't work. Her mother died when she
was 6 months old and her father, who never re-married, left an estate worth
over £10,000,000.00 to his only child on his death some seventeen years
earlier.

Her parents hadn't been close to any family and Janet had had no real friends
in school and was something of a loner, and so on her fathers' death she moved
away and bought a huge country house all for herself. It was then that
partially to fill the time and more so to tackle her aforementioned rear ended
"problem" she began pumping iron.

She had a no shortage of male admirers but her coldness always drove them
away. Well, her coldness and her cruelty. Janet had always had more than a
passing interest in dominating and humiliating men. All of the men she dated
(who stayed around long enough) would be subjected to her obsessive desire to
manipulate and control them both mentally and physically. She loved to tease
them with her magnificent body and deny them any satisfaction and, as they
were without exception physically weaker than the powerful, muscular young
woman, she loved to physically abuse them

They would be discarded after a few weeks of constant taunting and abuse, both
physical and mental. Janet thought of men merely as playthings, to be thrown
away when they she had broken them.

It was therefore much to her annoyance that she became pregnant at the age of
29. The father of the child suffered horrendous reprisals from her. He had
assured her that he was sterile. Even more annoyingly, it was the only time
that she'd allowed him sex and even then only because she had been feeling
frustrated.

Anyway, after beating him up badly and throwing him (literally) out into the
rain naked she calmed down and decided that she would love a daughter, to
bring up as a hard bodied bitch like herself.

Unfortunately, when the child was born it was a boy. Janet was horrified and
put him up for adoption immediately. She couldn't even bring herself to hold
him. If she could have gotten hold of the father again this time she would
have finished him off for impregnating her with a boy.

She signed the papers and handed him over to the authorities without a second
thought. She went home and got on with the life that she loved; living alone
in her huge house, pumping iron 7 days a week at her gym, dating pathetic
males who couldn't resist ogling her muscles and discarding them after putting
them through merry hell both mentally and physically for a few weeks.

Over the years, via the internet, she made contact with some like minded women
ie female bodybuilders who shared Janet's disposition towards men. She became
quite close to four of them; Christine, Tina, Samantha and Jenna. These became
the first real friends that Janet had ever had and they became frequent
visitors to her home.

They were all obsessive body builders who loathed men and treated them as if
they existed solely for their amusement. They were of varying ages. Christine
was the eldest at 47, Tina was 35, Samantha was 27 and Jenna was the baby at
25 and had recently joined the group. I won't bore you with their stats for
now but suffice to say that all had magnificent levels of muscle density and
thickness.

Jenna had also undergone breast augmentation surgery, crowning her beefy young
physique with FF breasts that would arouse lust in a saint.

All five adored the effect that their muscular bodies had on men and exploited
this to lure and destroy. All in all, Janet's life was far from an ideal place
for a vulnerable, shy 14 year old boy with a fetish for muscular women to
enter, and yet that is what was about to happen. Thomas, the name the hospital
nurses had given to Janet's son, had lived in care homes all of his life and
he hated it. He was a small, shy boy who was frequently bullied, even by
girls. He was therefore not unhappy when the home where he lived was scheduled
to be closed.

Moreover, a new policy dictated that if the child's natural parents could be
traced then the authorities could place the child back with them.

Janet was traced easily as she still lived within 75 miles and naturally when
the investigators saw her house, car and life-style they quickly deduced that
she would have to come up with a pretty good reason to not take her child
back.

Janet was horrified, but despite her vehement protestations she soon realised
that there was nothing much that she could do and so it was quickly arranged
that Thomas would visit Janet at her house.

The visit was set for a Sunday morning at 11AM. It was arranged to last for 90
minutes with a Social Worker dropping Thomas off and collecting him at the
end.

The doorbell rang at 11AM sharp. Janet had come back from the gym at 10:50 and
hadn't even had chance to shower.

"I'm not making an effort for that little jerk!" she thought.

She leaned out of her bedroom window and shouted down to the door "Come in and
wait in the hall, I'll be down in a minute.".

She didn't look down and so she didn't see the thin, puny young boy who
tentatively opened the door and entered.

Without even thinking Janet came downstairs wearing the same clothes she had
only 30 minutes before been working out in, namely a black sleeveless halter
crop top with a matching thong bottom and a pair of training shoes.

As she was coming down the stairs she was singularly unimpressed with what she
saw. Surely this pale little wimp wasn't hers. There had to be some mistake.

Thomas on the other hand was almost knocked off his feet. All he could see was
a muscle bound goddess. This magnificent woman who stared at him so
contemptuously was his ultimate fantasy and yet this was, so he was told, his
mother.

"You must be Thomas." Said Janet coldly. "Well, I suppose you had better come
in."

With that she spun around and strutted in to the reception room, treating
Thomas to his first view of her magnificent, thong clad glutes.

Thomas gasped. How could a bottom be so big and round and yet so hard?

His reaction wasn't lost on Janet who instinctively swayed her bottom
provocatively whilst marvelling at how all men were held in its' thrall.

Janet sat down and motioned Thomas to sit opposite. As he did so she crossed
her legs. Thomas feasted on the site of her beefy thigh muscles.

"Have you got a tongue?" Janet snapped.

Thomas started and said "Yes Ma'am, er mom er ... .."

Janet smirked at him. "So, I have to disrupt my life to take you back after
going to great lengths to get rid if you in the first place. Do you think I'd
have ignored you for 14 years if I was in the slightest bit interested in
you?"

"Sorry." Whispered Thomas. He was looking at the floor and had tears in his
eyes.

Janet's smirk had not subsided. "You like my muscles don't you?"

Thomas looked up. "Sorry?"

"You heard me, and don't try to deny it. I've seen the way you've been looking
at me. You like my big muscles don't you?

Thomas looked uncertain and then nodded slowly.

"How long have you liked muscular women?"

"Since ever I guess."

"Well, well, well." Janet said scornfully, "So the little boy likes Mommy's
muscles does he? Perhaps it won't be so bad having you hear after all."

Thomas was startled. "So I can come and live here ... .Mom?"

"Call me Mommy!" Janet said curtly.

"So I can come and live here, Mommy?"

"You can, but first you must understand that as I am your Mommy you must
respect and obey me at all times, do you understand?"

Thomas nodded.

"Very well, you may come and live here if you get down on your knees and beg
me." Thomas hesitated but the look on Janet's face told him that dissent
wasn't an option and so he got down on his knees and said, "Please Mommy,
please may I come and live with you?"

Janet stood up and walked up to him She turned around so that her superb
bottom was inches from his face.

"Lick Mommy's big, hard bottom, there's a good little boy."

Thomas' heart skipped a beat. His already semi-erect penis almost jumped put
of his pants.

He did as he was told and licked Janet's glutes for all he was worth.

Janet stood there, hands on hips, with a cruel smile on her face. "Oh yes" she
thought, "I'm going to make his life hell. It's going to be so much fun!"

After a few minutes she commanded Thomas to stop which he did immediately, if
a little reluctantly.

"Right," said Janet, "get outside and wait to be picked up. I'll make the
necessary arrangements. The next time I see you will be the day you move in."

"But Mommy, I'm mot being picked up until 12:30 and it's only 11:15"

"Don't you ever question me again, do you understand!" bellowed Janet. "I told
you to get out. One more word and I'll reconsider my decision".

Thomas jumped and instinctively walked to the door. Janet followed him and
quite literally pushed him through the door before slamming it behind him.

Thomas stood uncertainly on the door step. He had tears in his eyes and a
raging erection which wasn't helped by the thought of his "mom's" incredible
bottom.

Janet walked up the stairs looking forward to the shower she had had to put
off. She had an evil smirk on her face.

"Oh yes" she thought "the poor lamb's life is going to be hell, and I'm going
to have so much fun!".