There was an unwritten rule amongst my friends that everyones sister was off limits.
This was fine by me because I already knew women my age didn't do much for me. Like most guys in their late teens, I'd fooled around and had a few girlfriends but it always seemed a bit pointless. Fumbling with a bra strap or trying to grab a feel with my college female friends was annoying. I much preferred the thought of an older woman showing me the ropes when it came to sex. I'd actually paid a prostitute to take my virginity, she was probably closer to my mother's age than my own, and I knew that experience in the bedroom was key to my enjoyment.
Now I wasn't daft enough to think I was going to find some mature goddess who wanted to settle down with me and live happily ever after but I did hold out hope for at least some carnal fun with an older lady. How this was going to be achieved, I had no idea, but I did know it would be fun trying.
When college ended I decided to take a year away from academia and to focus on earning some money. I found a job working night shifts in a local supermarket stacking shelves and although quite mundane, it provided a decent enough wage.
I wouldn't be putting down a deposit on a new Ferrari but it gave me a modicum of independence.
An added bonus was my colleagues, one of which was known to me.
Sally was the mother of Michael, a friend for years, and I'd always considered her nice. She took me under her wing in my first few months at work showing me the rights and wrongs of the job and we got on great. Away from work if I saw her with Michael she would always make fun of me calling me her "Boy Toy" or "Work Boyfriend" and it annoyed Michael a lot, much to my amusement.
He did actually threaten me with a beating if "I ever catch you messing with my mom"
This amused me even more than when Sally teased him for two reasons. Firstly he had never won a fight in his life and secondly, he had no idea how much i'd love to "Mess around with his mom"
Some nights at work were hectic but occasionally we would have a quiet night and the staff room would be full of banter and laughter. I was part of a five person team, myself, Sally, the Team Leader Doris, a guy slightly older than me called Bryan and Alice, a quiet girl in her mid-twenties.
One quiet night Sally and I were walking around the store together, our tasks already completed, when I realised she didn't seem to be her normal bubbly self.
"Is everything okay?" I asked genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, just a few things going on at home that are a bit annoying" she replied matter-of-factly.
