Cruel Mommy 3
Mature Muscle Lover
The shopping trip.


The next week passed slowly for Thomas. He spent most of the time incarcerated
in his bare room with nothing but a mattress to sleep on and a bucket for a
toilet. On the first day, Janet had locked him in at around 12:30PM and had
not come back to let him out until 8AM the following morning.

She had spent the day working out with her friends and enjoying a steamy
lesbian sex session with them all on their return to the house. Christine,
Tina, Jenna and Sam had all left in the evening and Janet was too tired to
bother with Thomas until she had had some sleep. She did go to his room late
in the evening and stood by the door listening to his pitiful sobs with a
satisfied smile.

By the time Janet opened the door at 8AM, Thomas was hungrier than he could
have ever imagined. Certainly the meagre rations of one piece of toast and a
small glass of water was hardly enough to appease his hunger, but that was all
the he got.

Janet strutted in wearing a sheer black baby doll nightdress, which came only
just below her waist, a matching g string and black stiletto mules. She bent
down to put the breakfast tray on the floor, turning her back to Thomas so the
he had to endure her enormous, unbearably sexy glutes in all their glory and
said in a mock baby voice "Did Mommy's little boy sleep well?" She then made
him crawl over and kiss both her big bottom cheeks to thank her for his
pathetic breakfast.

Thomas was too scared to speak. He was humiliated by the bucket which was
about one quarter full with his urine and even more so when Janet made him
take it to the bathroom to empty it and scrub it clean.

She made him take a cold shower and then he was incarcerated again for the
rest of the day. At 6PM he was brought a meal of one piece of bread and some
vegetable soup and then, after emptying and scrubbing the bucket, Janet
removed his restrainer and cuffed his hands behind his back. He was then
locked in until 8AM the following morning.

Thomas was in abject misery. He was traumatised by the treatment he had
received since being placed into Janet's care a week earlier and was weak from
lack of food. Despite his weakness he was terribly aroused and frustrated by
Janet's body and by the memory of his Aunties'bodies.

His treatment continued all week until on Friday night, just before she locked
the door she said, "Mommy's got a treat for you tomorrow. Your Aunties are
coming to stay and we're all going to take you out on a shopping trip tomorrow
and then they are going to stay the night. Won't that be fun?"

As she spoke, Janet savoured the terror that was apparent in Thomas' eyes. He
nodded feebly and hung his head. Hot tears welled up in his eyes. Janet shut
the door with a smug smile.

Thomas sobbed and sobbed until he was hoarse. Why did his own mother take such
obvious delight in his suffering and degredation? As if that wasn't bad enough
his powerful, muscular Aunties, who terrified him, were coming back tomorrow
to no doubt heap more misery on him. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep.

The following morning, Janet woke him at 8AM as usual in her tantalising
nightwear but this time, after his cold shower and his usual humiliations she
gave him some of his clothes to wear; a t shirt and jeans. She told him to be
ready by the door when he heard her coming up the hall.

At about 9AM the four girls arrived and after hugs and kisses and Janet
filling them in on Thomas' treatment to date, they all went to change.

It was a scorching hot summer day and so they all wore their black, wet look
bikini tops. They all put on matching g strings which basically consisted of a
triangle of black material and three pieces of black elastic. They put on
shiny black knee boots with elasticated sides, platform soles and chunky
platform heels and then proceeded to smother each other with baby oil.

Finally, Janet and Christine put of denim cut-off shorts which were skin tight
and cut too short so that their glutes spilled out of the bottom by about an
inch and a half and Tina, Samantha and Jenna put on scandalously short denim
micro mini skirts. Jenna was also careful to apply a liberal covering of baby
oil to her cavernous cleavage. They looked like goddesses.

Eventually, after he had been waiting at the door for almost two hours, almost
not daring to breathe, Janet unlocked the door and ushered Thomas to follow
her. He gawped at her thighs as he walked into the corridor and his heart
skipped when she bade him to follow her. His eyes feasted on her bottom as he
followed her down the corridor. Janet sensed this and made sure that as she
walked she turned her right heel inwards, exaggerating her wiggle.

As they came down the stairs the girls were waiting for them in the hall. They
all smirked at Thomas and he tried to evade their looks. Janet then made him
crawl to each of them and kiss their boots.

Jenna asked, "Has he been wearing his restrainer all week?"

When Janet replied in the affirmative, Jenna said, "Good. I'd hate to think of
the little perv wanking over the thought of my tits!" This produced uproarious
laughter from the girls which Jenna played up to by shaking her FF's at
Thomas.

"Aw, he must be so frustrated, the poor little thing." mocked Christine.

"I bet seeing our muscles in our sexy outfits isn't helping him." said
Samantha, feigning sympathy.

Tina flexed her powerful arms and said "Lick my bicep you little wimp!"

Thomas did as he was told to the mocking laughter of the girls.

After the girls had satisfied themselves that they had humiliated Thomas
enough for now they alighted to the drive way where Janet's car, a convertible
Mercedes, was parked. Thomas blinked in the sunlight; he hadn't been outside
of the house for over a week.

The car had the top down. Janet got into the drivers seat with Christine
sitting next to her. The other three girls squeezed in to the back seat.
Thomas stood there not daring to say a word. There appeared to be no place for
him.

The girls, who had by now all put on sunglasses, turned to him and smirked.
Then Janet said, "Oh how forgetful of Mommy. Samantha, be a dear and put him
in his seat."

Thomas knew what was coming. Samantha, who at 5'10" and 212lbs was the biggest
of the girls, got out of the car, picked Thomas up and carried him under her
right arm around to the back of the car. Whilst holding him she used her left
hand to open the boot and dropped Thomas inside. She wiped the palms of her
hands together and, fixing Thomas with a look of complete disdain, slammed the
boot shut. He heard the girls cackling and the engine starting. The next thing
he knew he was thrown backward as the car surged forward.

About 45 minutes later the car stopped. Thomas was black and blue from being
thrown about in the boot, he was hot due to the heat of the day, and he was
completely terrified of what they were going to do with him.

He heard someone coming to the back of the car and tapping the boot. Then he
heard Janet's voice talking to him.

"Mommy and Aunties are going to have some lunch. Don't you dare make a sound
while we are gone." With that they all strutted off towards the resturant
laughing cruelly, leaving Janet's car in the car park with Thomas curled up in
the boot.

They emerged from their lunch some 90 minutes later and got back in the car
without even bothering to check on the poor boy who had been left in the boot
in the sweltering heat. Thomas was, in fact, gasping for air and dripping in
sweat. He had heard the girls giggling as they had got in to the car and
braced himself as he was thrown about as the car moved off.

It was some 30 minutes later that Thomas felt the car come to a halt. He heard
the girls voices as they got out and then suddenly the boot was opened and
Thomas found himself in an underground car park staring up at the smirking
faces of his sexy, muscular tormentors. Janet looked at his sweat and tear
stained face with a sense of intense satisfaction.

Without further ceremony Thomas was lifted one handed out of the car by
Samantha and placed on his feet.

"Do you know where we're going?" asked Janet.

Thomas barely summoned up the courage to shake his head.

"Mommy and Aunties' are taking you to the shops for us to buy some new things;
aren't you lucky!" Thomas cringed as the girls giggled maliciously. Lucky was
the last thing that he felt.

Samantha and Jenna each took a firm hold of one of his arms and with that he
was swept along as the five muscular goddesses strutted off towards the
shopping precinct. Janet, Christine and Tina marched off in front, each making
an extra effort to wiggle their big thick bottoms as they went and every now
and again they took turns to look back and smirk at Thomas.

Thomas couldn't help but give sideways looks at Jenna and Samantha's muscles
as they walked either side of him. Jenna pretended not to notice the longing
looks Thomas was sending in the direction of her stupendous cleavage but
allowed herself a sly smile.

After a minute or two they arrived at the lift. It arrived shortly and they
all entered the hitherto empty lift. Once the door was closed Janet made
Thomas kneel as Jenna, Samantha and Tina all lifted up their skirts and Thomas
was made to lick each of their hard bottom cheeks. Janet made him carry this
on until the lift doors were about to open. At the last minute she yanked him
up by his collar and as the doors opened the girls were a picture of innocence
with the humiliated young boy standing in their midst. As the doors opened
Jenna and Samantha again took hold of one arm each, they all put on their
sunglasses and walked out in to the busy shopping precinct.

Thomas' discomfort was added to as he became acutely aware, within seconds of
leaving the lift, of the attention that the girls were getting. Men, from
teenage boys to pensioners, gawped and gasped as the girls strutted past.
Women stared disapprovingly at both the girls and their drooling boyfriends
and husbands.

The girls, Thomas noticed, all wore the same arrogant expression on their
faces; one of cool disdain and supreme confidence. Of course they were all
well used to this behaviour from pathetic males who all seemed to find their
muscular bodies irresistible and they loved nothing more than the dagger looks
they were getting from the women which caused them to wiggle even more when
they walked. After what seemed like an eternity the group arrived at a large
department store. They went in and headed straight for the escalator drawing
disapproving looks from the rather snooty looking shop assistants. At the
third floor they alighted the escalator and entered the lingerie department.

"Now", said Janet in an embarrassingly loud voice, "you can help Mommy and
Aunties choose some nice new knickers." They all smirked at the way Thomas
squirmed with discomfort as the volume of Janet's voice caused some of the
shop assistants to look in their direction.

They all headed for a section at the back of the lingerie section, which to
Thomas' relief, seemed to be lacking any assistants or other customers.
However, his relief was short lived when he realised that this particular area
was where the sexiest and briefest panties were displayed.

Jenna picked up a particularly flimsy black g string and held it up to Thomas.

"Ooh look; it's just like the one I've got on!" With that she turned her back
to him, lifted up her mini skirt with one hand, massaged her superb rock hard
bottom cheek with the other and looked over her shoulder at Thomas with a
provocative pout. To cap it off she lolled out her tongue and licked her lips.
Thomas penis, despite his restrainer, almost burst out of his jeans.

The others all laughed at him. Thomas was completely humiliated, but believe
it or not worse was to come.

Just as Jenna pulled down her skirt a snooty looking assistant, of which there
seemed to be no shortage of in this particular store, appeared and asked
rather grandly, "May I help at all ladies?"

Janet's eyes lit up as the opportunity to heap more discomfort and humiliation
on to her poor son presented itself.

"Yes thank you." she replied. "My little boy would like to buy his Mommy,
that's me, and his Aunties here some nice new thongs and g strings."

Thomas cringed and the assistant's eyes widened in surprise but she
immediately recovered her professionalism to ask "Was there anything in
particular that you think he'd like?"

"Oh anything really" replied Janet matter of factly, "Let's have a look ...
... ... ."

The next few minutes were mind numbing for Thomas as the girls raided the
racks for the briefest, sexiest and raunchiest thongs and g strings. Janet had
firmly placed him in a chair next to the racks of flimsy knickers and he sat
there, tears welling in his eyes as in turn the girls would walk over to him
with a thong or g string and ask if he liked it. After about 40 minutes the
girls had picked about fifteen of the flimsy garments each and had decided to
go and pay. The assistant directed them to the till and thanked them for
shopping there. As they walked to the till on the far side of the department
the assistant watched them shaking her head slightly. She muttered something
to herself along the lines of "Takes all sorts" and continued about her
business.

To Thomas' horror the tills were situated near the entrance to the department;
an altogether busier area than the one were they had got their underwear from.
Janet, Thomas and the other girls took their place in the queue and after a
couple of minutes were called forward to the next available till.

Janet had given Thomas the pile of underwear to hold and she pushed him
forward to hand it all to the young girl behind the till. The girl rang each
of the 75 or so items through the till barley noticing the array of black and
red lace and nylon, leopard print and flesh colour although she did raise and
eyebrow now and again when she packed them.

Obviously such a large number took a few minutes to pack and Thomas'
embarrassment mounted steadily. Eventually she said, "That will be £374.25
please." Janet shoved nineteen £20 pound notes in to Thomas's hand and he
passed them blankly to the girl.

As she rang the money in to the till Janet, making no attempt to keep her
voice down, spoke to her.

"He loves buying his Mommy and his Aunties sexy knickers, don't you baby?" The
girls, who were crowded around the till, smirked at his humiliation. Thomas
hung his head and the girl behind the till looked at him with a mixture of
amusement and distaste as she handed him change.

Before leaving the till Janet carried on "Right, let's get you home and if
your good we'll put on a fashion show for you." And again addressing the girl,
"He loves watching our bottoms wiggle around in g strings, don't you, you
naughty boy."

Thomas could take it no more. He burst in to tears as the girls ushered him
out of the lingerie department and out of the store. The walk to the car park
was a tear stained blur for Thomas. The girls laughed to each other, regarding
him with complete disdain.

As they got to the car Janet opened the boot and Samantha bundled him in. They
all stood over the boot with hands on hips and the cruellest of smiles on
their faces.

"How dare you cry and embarrass Mommy like that you pathetic little boy!" said
Janet, her voice soft and yet heavy with menace. "You will be punished
severely this evening".

Thomas quailed at how the other girls smiled at her words. The boot was then
slammed shut and he sobbed in abject misery as the car pulled off; utterly
humiliated by the shopping trip and terrified of what lay in store for him
when they returned home.