Tom had left the office early as he had a wine delivery this afternoon. He loved his wines. He was a lawyer and at twenty-six was the Senior Partner of his father's firm. His father had died eight years ago. Miss Gibson, who was a spinster and an outstanding lawyer, was the Managing Partner. She was the one that ran the firm. He lived with his widowed mother. She was a Urologist with her own Clinic. She had gone on holiday with one of her girlfriends, and he had to look after himself for the next seven days. He would eat out a lot. He kept a car at the office and a car at home. He lived a two-minute walk from the station. His office was a one minute walk from the station. He did this because he could work on his iPad for twenty minutes on the train.
When he boarded the train, he saw Mrs Reid sitting at a window seat. She was one of his mother's best friends. She was a widow too. She was fifty, a couple of years younger than his mother. She was tall with a voluptuous body. Tom had fancied her for years. After his father had died Mrs Reid, his mother and Tom had gone on holiday together. Tom was eighteen, and his mother had given him an iPhone for doing so well at school. He had beautiful pictures of Mrs Reid in her swimming costume. Her vulva looked incredible. It was swollen, and you could see the outline of her slit. He had lost track of the number of times that he had masturbated looking at her pictures.
He said, "Mrs Reid what a lovely surprise to see you. May I sit with you?"
She replied, "Tom, of course. Please sit down. Dot and Jean have arrived safely. Dot told me that the hotel is excellent. She WhatsApp me a message five minutes ago. I am sure that they will have a wonderful rest there. How are you doing? If you want to come over for dinner any time, then let me know, and I'll cook for you. Do you have my mobile number?"
He responded, "Mrs Reid, that is so kind of you. I have booked a table at the Italian restaurant this evening. Would you like to join me? I don't have your number. Please give it to me."
She accepted his offer as her house was closer she invited him for Champagne at six-thirty. She gave him her iPhone number then said, "Please call me Sal, I bought a very risqué outfit this afternoon would it be alright if I wore it tonight?"
He replied, "It depends on how risqué it is. I love risqué outfits and risqué lingerie. Unfortunately, I am not seeing anyone that wears this type of clothing. Wear what you want as I will be happy to enjoy your company."
She said, "You are a darling, I am surprised that you don't have a girlfriend. You are a handsome man. I also bought a beautiful crotchless bodysuit which pushes up my breasts. Dot is the same size as me, so I bought her one too but her's is red as she loves red lingerie. I remember when we were on holiday and you couldn't take your eyes off my tits and pussy. I even bought a very tight fitting costume so that you could see how swollen my cunt was."
Tom couldn't believe that she was talking like this. It was arousing him. He smiled at her as the train arrived at the station. He helped carry her shopping bags to her house. She invited him, but he had to refuse as he had to be there for the wine shipment. He said, "I will come at six. I have an excellent Champagne being delivered which I will fast chill and bring it with me."
She replied, "OK, but you're coming here tomorrow evening for supper. Message me what you want, and I will do it for you. Tom, if you want to get to know me, then I want you to know that I am very submissive. I love to be dominated. My husband was fucking useless in bed. I haven't had one man since he died. I have had a lot of women who dominate me, and I love it. Have you any instructions for me tonight?"
He replied, "Wear the crotchless bodysuit with no panties. I want you to take my cock in all three of your holes tonight, and tonight you will stay at my house and tomorrow morning you will cook my breakfast for me."
They kissed her tongue deep in his mouth. She said, "We are going to get on very well. I am going to become your cum bag. I have an appointment with my hairdresser at eight-fifteen, so I will prepare your breakfast at seven-thirty which will allow me to go home and change into something more plainer than the risqué outfit that I will wear for you tonight."
They kissed again then he left. He arrived home and went straight to his mother's bedroom. He went through her wardrobes and found the most amazing lingerie. At her bedside table, it was full of every vibrator and dildo imaginable. He went to her laptop and switched it on hoping it didn't have a password. It didn't. Her iPhone and iPad were linked to it on cloud. She had been on a roleplay site ten minutes ago. He looked in the drawers of her desk. He found so many masquerade masks, the majority in red to complement her red risqué lingerie. He also found three USB sticks.
He put one into the laptop, they all contained pictures and videos. Then the wine arrived. He took the wine and put it in his wine cellar. He put three bottles of Champagne into the fridge and took the fast chill sleeve out of the freezer and put it around another bottle of champagne and put that in the fridge too. He then went back to Dot's bedroom. He went back to her profile. Her username was big breasted mature looking for young cock. He must be intelligent and a non-smoker over six feet tall. He set up an account and an anonymous email on Gmail.
