Star-Crossed Lovers

Nepotism. That was the word for it, I'd looked it up in the dictionary, well on-line actually, "

The practice among those with power or influence of

favouring

relatives, friends, or associates, especially by giving them jobs."

Those with power or influence in my case was my mother, she was the Managing Director's secretary and the job was as a junior clerk in the Accounts Department. Mind you half the town had a connection with Drake's, a large factory making bicycles. It employed what seemed like hundreds, so it was no surprise really that it went on, preference being given to relations of those who already had jobs there. The owners were on old fashioned family who promoted family values so it was just part of life.

I'd just left school aged eighteen and a half, the half being very important at that age, as I could claim to be nearly nineteen. I was pretty bright, had got some good 'A' Level results, but somehow couldn't see myself at university, let alone graduating with nearly £50,000 worth of student loans. Mum couldn't afford to pay or subsidise me, Dad had died ten years ago and although we led a comfortable life, university seemed like a step too far. So I'd got a job. It didn't pay much, but it would be my own money, of course I'd give Mum some for my keep, but I'd be able to afford a car, well not immediately but soon I thought, and that would give me my independence.

Then perhaps my own flat where I could indulge all my whims at will. Most of those revolved around sex, and as with most young men my age, I imagined myself with lots of women. I wasn't unattractive, I'd played rugby at school and had a reasonable physique, but to date my track record wasn't particularly long. In fact it was short, very short, just one in fact. She was a longstanding friend of the family, our mothers were close and one day at the start of the summer holidays, just after we'd finished school for ever, Sarah and I had found ourselves in my bedroom.

Somehow we got talking about sex and both of us confessed to the cardinal sin of being eighteen year old virgins, one thing had led to another and soon we were at the 'I'll show you mine' stage. I was fascinated with her body, of course I'd watched lots of porn, but the only real tits I'd seen were my mother's, glimpsed through half open doors as she dressed, now here was a pair on display before me. My cock was rock hard as I touched them, then she took off her panties and I nearly came there and then at the sight of her crinkly triangle.

Neither of us knew much about foreplay, and although I stroked her pussy and she rubbed my cock, all I could think about was fucking her. I'd got some condoms, they had been hidden in my bedside drawer for a couple of years, they were still in date, I'd checked, and I rolled one over my penis as she looked nervously on. We'd spread a towel out on the bed and I got on top of her as she opened her legs. I couldn't seem to find the right hole and jabbed awkwardly at her pussy until she took me in hand and guided me.

I felt my cock engage, then after receiving an affirmative nod I pushed into her. I felt her hymen give way and she let out a little cry, then I was right in and my body unconsciously took over, my hips rolling my cock in and out of her. Suddenly I was cumming, spurting into the condom. "Sorry," I apologised as I rolled away, severely embarrassed at my lack of staying power.

"It's alright," she said, "it'll be better the next time." I perked up, grateful there was going to be a next time as I looked between her legs to see a little dribble of red around her pussy.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, concerned.

"Only a little then it felt really good until you....."

It didn't take long for my cock to recover and we tried again, this time with more success and I was gratified to feel her body respond to mine and to hear her moaning and groaning as I rammed my cock enthusiastically into her. I came again, filling the condom, but as I rolled off her I was surprised to see her hand go between her legs and rub frantically at her pussy. I'd never really thought about women masturbating before, but she was going at it like an old hand and soon she was cumming, her body juddering, my room filled with her cries as her orgasm overtook her and I looked on, captivated.

We did it several more times over the next few weeks, becoming quite proficient, once even without a condom, she'd gone on the pill and I was amazed how much better it felt, particularly when she came at the same time as I spurted in her, her hands like talons digging into my back. Sadly she was going away to university and we parted at the end of the summer. I wondered if we'd manage to pick up where we left off at Christmas.

So all I had now was my hand and some very fond and vivid memories. A little guiltily I spied on my mother, hoping to get a look at something more that her breasts, I did catch sight of her pubes once, and that gave me several good wanks, but mostly it was my imagination that fuelled my fantasies.

So here I was, with my mother in her car, driving to my first day at work. "Accounts is only one floor down from the Executive Suite where I work," she explained, "but you must never come up uninvited, Mr Baines doesn't like it when people just wander round. After work just go and wait in Reception and I'll be down to pick you up when it's time."

She hadn't told me anything about who I'd be working with, but as we walked from the car to the building she turned to me. "I didn't want to say anything, but I feel I've got to, watch out for Beth Cartwright, she's one of the women you'll be working with, she and her whole family are bad news."

"Why Mum?"

"They just are, have as little to do with them as possible." She refused to say any more and in silence she escorted me to Human Resources where she left me. The morning was occupied with filling in forms, some bits I had to read about Health and Safety, then I was left in the company of one of the HR officers, a young man not much older than me, who gave me a tour of the factory. It was quite interesting, then he took me to the canteen where we had lunch. He explained he used to be on the factory floor, but the company had promoted him to work in HR, he couldn't speak highly enough of them and I began to think I'd made a good move.

After lunch he took me to Accounts where I'd be working. He opened the door to a small office where there were four women working, three middle aged and one much younger. "This is it," he announced, "I'll introduce you to Beth and leave you to it." He led me to one of the older women. "Beth this is Ryan, he'll be taking up the new role in here." With that he left, seemingly not wanting to hang around.

"So Teacher's Pet has finally turned up has he? Or rather Mummy's Boy." I didn't quite know what to make of the welcome, or rather lack of it so held out my hand which was ignored, and I was left standing there. "This is Ruth and Vicky, and this is my daughter Julie. Just make sure you keep your hands off her OK?" She turned away back to her desk.

"Don't mind her, she's always grumpy like that. Pleased to meet you Ryan, it's nice to have some new blood in here, particularly a nice young man." Ruth had stood up and was shaking my still outstretched hand, followed by Vicky and Julie, somewhat more diffidently, with eyes on her mother.

Ruth showed me to my desk, bereft of everything except a computer screen and keyboard, and started to explain my duties, they didn't seem too difficult to pick up, mostly entering details into pre-set forms and I was soon tapping away. They all seemed to know each other really well and were able to work whilst keeping up a chat about their lives. I managed to gather that they were all married except Julie who appeared to be more about my age.

Mid-afternoon came and Vicky approached me. "We take it in turns to buy the teas and as the new boy it's your turn. You know where the canteen is? Right off you go then. You have got some money?" she asked kindly.

"I expect Mummy gave him some pocket money," sneered Beth as I got up and made my way to the canteen. I handed out the teas when I got back, getting a muttered "Thanks." from Beth and a much kinder response from the others. Julie smiled at me as she took the cup and looked quickly down. The time passed quickly and we were soon closing everything down. Everyone except Beth sang out goodbye as they left and I made my way down to Reception where I sat in a chair waiting for Mum.

It wasn't long before she arrived and we made our way back to the car. "How was it?" she enquired.

"OK, except for Beth," I replied, "she seems to have a real downer on me already, and on you as well. Why Mum? What have we done to upset her?"

"Oh she's just like that, just ignore her." I didn't really want to do that, I wanted to work in a nice atmosphere, but Mum didn't want to talk about it further so I dropped the subject.

"The others seem nice," I ventured.

"Yes they're OK, although I'd stay away from her daughter though. Like mother like daughter I expect." Prudently I kept quiet as I thought about Julie. She was quite attractive, about my age and had a nice body, although she hadn't been in tight fitting clothes and I couldn't really be sure. She'd smiled at me a few times, but seemed very wary of her mother. Time would tell, I sighed silently.

The next day was much the same, cheery greetings from Ruth and Vicky, sullenness from Beth and a shy smile from Julie. They showed me some more interesting work and I began to feel as though I was fitting in. Some of the banter was a bit close to the knuckle and I felt myself blushing slightly at some of the revelations. They were clearly not used to having a male in the office and would venture off on some topic about bras or knickers or even worse sex, before remembering and falling quiet with knowing looks.

By the fourth day I was feeling almost like part of the team, even Beth was thawing slightly. She and Vicky went for the morning tea and I could hear them laughing as they came back down the corridor. Vicky was clearly recounting some tale. "So there I was, dress hitched up round my waist, knickers round my ankles trying to get the tampon in my fanny when the door opened and there standing in front of me, looking like a rabbit in the headlights, was my Billy. I could see the lump in his trousers growing by the second as he went bright red and ran off."

"I bet he wanked himself silly for a week over that." commented Beth, "Young Ryan would have, I bet. That is if he's got a cock." She looked at me as I felt my face going very red. "Come on Ryan show us what you've got, we've been dying to know all week."

I just sat there, not knowing what to do or say. "Oh leave the poor boy alone Beth," exhorted Vicky, "can't you see he's embarrassed, we shouldn't have been talking like that anyway."

"I expect he'll go and report us to HR, or Mummy," she added sarcastically.

Something inside me snapped, I'd just had enough, I could take the digs and the banter, but I just wanted them to leave my mother out of it. "Right, you want to see it, well here it is!" I stood up and yanked my trousers and boxers down and just stood there in the middle of the office, my cock dangling between my legs.

There was stunned silence, then, "It's not very big is it?" from Beth. "Go on, give it a tug, show us what it's like hard. Here, I'll help." To my amazement she pulled her top up revealing her breasts encased in her bra. "You've been trying to sneak looks at them all week, well now you can see them properly." She grabbed the bottom of her bra and yanked it up and out tumbled her breasts. They certainly weren't centre-fold material, but they were still breasts and to my limited experience wonderful. Yes they sagged a bit, but her nipples were large and dark, and spread over the ends.

My cock began to stiffen rapidly and automatically my hand went to it. "Come on girls, let's give him a treat. Ruth and Vicky looked at each other, then copied Beth, lifting up their tops and showing me their tits, Ruth's were small and pointy, but Vicky's were like Beth's. Julie just sat and stared at me, then went to follow the others. "Not you Julie," commanded her mother. "we don't want him looking at you. Right now give us a show, wank it for us."

Although I say it myself, I was quite proud of my cock, it wasn't much when soft, but when erect it was bigger than what I'd read was average. Not porn star material, but it stood stiffly from my body, my fist wrapped round it as I began to stroke it. Their eyes were riveted on it, no-one quite believing what was going on. I should have stopped really, but I just wanted to be part of their clique, and I admit it, to shut Beth up once and for all.

I sat back in my chair, facing them and rubbed away, everything on show, my cock, my balls as my eyes travelled from one to the other. Only Julie kept looking away, glancing at the door as though willing someone to come in and put a stop to it. I could feel my orgasm building as I stared at their breasts, their chests were rising and falling rapidly and I wondered if they were getting as turned on as me, then I felt it rising in me, building and building and I erupted, a huge spurt crossing the office, spattering onto the floor followed by another one.

Ruth reacted first, grabbing some tissues and thrusting them at me. I took them and managed to catch most of the rest as they decreased in power. Suddenly I felt silly and embarrassed and dragging my trousers up round me, ran out of the office to the Gents. I crashed into a cubicle and just sat there, wondering just how the hell I'd got myself into a mess like that. Suppose they told my mother?

I couldn't stay there all day, and finally screwed up my courage to return. When I opened the door they were all fully dressed, sitting at their desks working away, and barely lifted their heads to acknowledge my return. I sat down and Beth said, "Well you've got some balls lad, literally. I take my hat off to you."

"No you didn't Beth, you took your bra off." retorted Ruth and suddenly everyone was laughing, me included. When Ruth handed me my cup of tea that afternoon, she leaned across my desk, "Well done, everyone goes through a bit of an initiation test and you passed yours with flying colours. Even Beth was impressed. And...." she hesitated, "...it was a very nice cock."

Mum was late picking me up that night and I sat kicking my heels in Reception, waiting for her. She seemed in a very good mood and commented that I seemed more relaxed than normal. I grinned inside, wondering how the conversation would go if I told her the truth,

"Yes Mum, I had a wank in front of the rest of the office who all had their tits out."

"Really dear. Were they nice tits?"

"Yes Mum, nearly as nice as yours."

I sniggered and Mum looked at me, a wry smile on her face.

That night when we got home she went and had a shower which was unusual. I was just coming up the stairs as she disappeared into her room, a towel wrapped around her. I noticed that the door wasn't properly shut and peered in, trying to stay as far away as possible. I could see her patting herself dry, then she just dropped it and my breath caught in my throat as her breasts and furry triangle came into view. Instinctively my hand grabbed my cock, already stiffening, then she bent forward and opened her legs peering at her pussy. I couldn't see any detail, but then seemingly satisfied with her examination she pulled on a pair of panties and moved out of my line of sight.

I crept into my room, closing the door as quietly as possible and whipped my cock out, rubbing furiously at it. Four pairs of tits in a day and a rare sighting of Mum fully naked. Faster and faster my hand flew then I was cumming, catching my spunk in some always handy tissues.

I was first in the next morning, followed shortly by Ruth. "Good night last night?" She asked, a wry smile on her face. I nodded, thinking of the glorious wank I'd had.

"Me too," she confided, "bit sore if you know what I mean." I didn't really, but smiled sympathetically at her.

On Fridays the factory shut at mid-day and we also had the afternoon off. "We're going for a quick drink at the pub if you want to come?" Vicky surprised me with the invitation and I messaged Mum to say I'd find my own way home. It was a pleasant few drinks, everyone was a bit more relaxed and we all laughed again at the episode the day before.

"You should have seen Beth's face when you whipped your cock out," laughed Ruth, "it was priceless!" Even Beth had to laugh at that, although Julie looked a bit embarrassed.

"Perhaps we ought to make it a regular event each week," suggested Beth. Julie looked horrified at that. "Oh go on sweetheart, I was only joking," she gave her daughter a cuddle. "It's time you saw a few cocks anyway, you're nearly twenty now." Julie turned bright red as the others laughed sympathetically.

Ruth gave me a lift home, well to the end of my road. She stopped the car and leaned over as I unsnapped my seatbelt. She pecked me on the cheek as her hand rested on the top of my thigh. "Have a good weekend, see you Monday."

I was actually looking forward to it, I felt I'd settled in and the episode, as everyone seemed to refer to it, had broken the ice. I was getting more and more used to the work as well, learning something new each day and generally broadening my experience. Mid-week Ruth approached me. "I've got an auditor's query, we need to go and dig out some old records from the safe. I'll show you where it is." Obediently I followed her out of the office and down the stairs into the basement. When she'd said 'safe' I had pictured something like a small cupboard, like you saw on TV. What it actually turned out to be was a medium sized room full of metal racks, covered in cardboard boxes.

"Wow!" I looked around in wonder. "How on earth do you find anything in here?"

"There is actually a very good system, if everyone follows it, then it shouldn't be a problem." She led me along the racks, peering intently at the labels. "This should be it, grab that step ladder will you?" I manoeuvred the steps to the correct place and she climbed up the first two or three.

"Steady the ladder would you?" she asked and I grabbed it as she leaned forward to get one of the boxes. I was very conscious that my face was scant inches from her body, any closer and I'd have my face pressed into her bum. The thought triggered an image in my mind and to my embarrassment I felt my cock start to stiffen. I pushed the thought away, but at that moment she leaned back and we collided, my nose pushing into her crease.

"Oops, that's a bit naughty," she said, turning towards me. This merely had the effect of bringing my face directly in front of her crotch. "And that's even naughtier," she said as she carefully eased her way down the ladder, I hadn't thought to move away and I found myself perilously close to her. "This is cosy," she said, pressing her body against mine, "and that feels even cosier." She placed the file she was holding on a table behind us and reached down between us to grasp my cock through my trousers.

"Are you always hard or is this just for me?" I stuttered that it was the latter. "I'm pleased to hear that because I've been waiting for an opportunity to see it again." She dropped to her knees and undid my trousers, then deftly reaching in, pulled my cock out. "Mmm, even better than I remembered it." Before I could say anything I was engulfed in her mouth, her lips closing round me.

Nothing had prepared me for the sensation that washed through me, even that one time without a condom in Sarah's pussy didn't feel as good, and I had a job in catching my breath. "This is all very nice, but we don't have a lot of time and I want this inside me properly," Ruth murmured as she pulled me out and stood up. She hitched up her skirt and pulled down her knickers, then wriggled herself onto the table, propping herself upon her elbows.