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.