One Friday night the girls had all gone home and the telephone lines were all shut down, and Tracy asked me to help her move some catalogues into the ...anaging Directors office that had just arrived from the printers. I was just stacking the catalogues neatly when Tracy followed me in and locked the office door behind her.I looked up and saw Tracy advancing towards me with a strange but very determined look in her eye. Before I realised what was happening she had put her arms round my neck and. .I asked for hints and she just laughed. One evening when I got home from work I found her cooking wearing her bathrobe. I asked her why she had on her robe at six in the afternoon. She said well set down and I'll tell you. I was totaly puzzled. I pulled out a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down. She turned and faced me, then she opened her robe and let it fall. She was wearing a red corset set with black lace top stockings , her breast where uncovered and I saw what looked like a. I should tell you a bit about myself, I am fifteen years old, white, with long dark brown hair. I am about 55, slim and beautiful with a heart shaped face and firm young tits, pretty large for my age if not actually big. In the kitchen, my darling mothers voice echoed through the house directing her bullish boy friend right to me, thanks mum. Ian was a bastard and that was no surprise, he was the newest in a long line of bastards dragged into the house by my mother. She had married a man in. Not letting that go by uncommented, I quickly asked her with a naughty smile if she wanted to know just how much of a pervert I can be. She started laughing and calling me a bad boy, but at the same time turning a bit on her chair while spreading her legs, flashing her inner thighs at me, though to my regret still leaving the skirt to cover her crotch in shadows.Immediately my cock rose again but this time I slowly got up, trying to casually walk to her with my body turned, so that from the.