"Sorry," said Jeff to the guy at the bar. "I've got to get going. Nice seeing you though." As he gathered his things and left, he realized that he was feeling pretty light-headed. It was a pleasant feeling. Is this what being drunk was? He was walking down the street fine, not stumbling or anything, but he still had the lingering thought about how so many men (some? most? all?) now were willing to have sex with him, now that he was in his mom's body. He kept thinking about the kid in the ice cream shop, probably Jeff's age at most. Nobody had ever done Jeff any favors, at least not sexually. Why not make this kid's life?
As it turned out, Jeff got to the store about five minutes before closing. When he came through the door, he and the store clerk made eye contact, before the clerk turned away embarrassed to focus on other customers. As the other customers placed their orders and waited to pay, Jeff looked at all the different kinds of ice cream and pretended to be indecisive about what to get. Secretly, he was wondering how many of the other men buying ice cream, some fathers with their families, would also fuck him if given half the chance. He waited patiently, enjoying the lightheaded feeling and the way his new bra and panties felt against his mother's body that he was now inhabiting.
Finally, the last other customer left the store, leaving only two people left. Jeff stared the clerk dead in the eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me earlier," he said. He thought about smiling or batting his eyes or doing any of those things women were supposed to do to entice men. He decided he couldn't figure any of that out on the spot, so why not just be direct. "How about we go to the back and I suck you off?"
He couldn't believe he had said it. He was always straight when he was in a guy's body, but then again he wasn't in a guy's body anymore. To anyone else, there would have been nothing amiss about any of this. Well, aside from a grown woman with children sucking off a teenaged ice cream store clerk in the back of the shop.
The kid was at a loss for words. "Really?" he said, and Jeff nodded, going behind the counter without asking for permission. The guy led Jeff into another room in the back, and then closed the door as Jeff looked around. It was a small room, basically a storage area, with another door leading out behind the store. Might as well be here than anywhere, he thought.
Jeff had zero interest in kissing another dude, so he went straight down onto his knees. He unbuttoned the kid's pants and unzipped his fly, then pulled down his jeans and boxers in one motion. To his credit, the kid had already pitched a tent, and his penis was standing at full mast. Jeff leaned forward and put as much of it into his mouth as he could. Here goes nothing.
Jeff discovered that this was not actually too hard. Although the cock took up more space in his mouth than he was expecting, he was still able to smoothly move his lips up and down the shaft without getting his teeth onto it. He used his tongue liberally to keep everything lubricated, and whenever his mouth got tired, he pulled back and let his hands do the work before going back in a moment later.
He wanted to see how long he could last, but it wound up being only a few minutes. The kid did not have the sense to give Jeff any warning, so he suddenly felt a slight but sudden motion in the guy's penis, and then the goo squirted hard and fast into the back of his throat, and then all over his mouth. The taste was disgusting, but Jeff knew not to show it. He sucked all the cum from the head of this guy's cock as he could, and then he looked up at the guy as he swallowed all the cum, trying not to gag. It was not the world's most pleasant experience, but he was impressed he was able to give this kid an amazing gift like this.
Jeff stood up and wiped off his lip. He wondered how often his mom had used her own body for something like this. Honestly, being a grown woman was kind of fun. He could do anything he wanted.