Jeff spent the rest of the afternoon in his mom's office, in his mom's body, fucking around on the internet and hoping nobody would talk to him. A few times people did stop by, usually to say hello or ask why the person they thought was Jane wasn't on vacation as they had heard, but Jeff was able to give enough answers that those conversation were mercifully short.
At around 5:30 p.m. Jeff decided he had probably spent enough time there and could get away with going home. Just then, a man Jeff didn't know walked in. Actually, after a minute Jeff recognized him as the younger guy in the meeting Jeff had been obligated to participate in earlier. Jeff didn't catch his name, but he seemed to be in his early to mid 20s. Jeff was surprised this guy just walked right into the office. Everyone else had at least knocked.
"Well this is a fortunate coincidence," the guy said, as if Jeff knew what he meant.
"What, that I'm stuck in the office instead of on vacation?" Jeff replied.
"Exactly. I didn't think I'd get to have you again for at least another week." The guy began to pull down the shades in the windows.
Jeff tried to look nonchalant. "Have you again"? Seriously? Was his mom having an affair with some dude? This guy was much younger than Jeff's mom, that much was clear.
Jeff couldn't believe it. He tried to stay calm and not do anything that would reveal who he really was. The guy kept going, though, and cleared a spot on Jeff's mom's desk. "Come on," he said. "You know the drill. I thought you'd be bent over by the time I came in here, honestly." He seemed to be kidding, but Jeff wasn't sure about what.
Jeff had tried sex in his mom's body once before, but that was an experiment and, more importantly, he was super fucking drunk when he did it. He had zero interest in whatever the hell this was, and he gave some thought to slapping the guy and walking out. But he was trying not to affect his mom's life any more than he had to, so in the split-second he had to make a decision, he figured staying the course on her life was the best bet. He could confront her about this when she got back.
So, Jeff stood up and moved over to that side of the desk. "Let's make it quick," he said. "I've got to get back to the tropics." He bent over and pulled down his panties.
"How ironic," the guy responded as he started taking off his belt. "You won't be going south tonight so you can go south later tonight."
"Ha ha," said Jeff, not sure he quite got it. "Are you ready yet?"
This sexual experience was much worse, and certainly less interesting, than the last one. Before Jeff had gotten his nipples and pussy adequately serviced by that cop Mick he met in the bar, so he was raring to go before that guy's cock ever went inside him. This time everything was more awkward, more painful, and more boring. No warmup, no attempts at his own pleasure. Jeff stared at the shades blocking the window for a few minutes, then felt something warm in his pussy as the guy grunted.
"That would have been better if we'd had more time," he said defensively.
"I know," said Jeff, trying to keep positive even though he just felt bummed out. "See you later."
Jeff started gathering up his mom's things even before this other guy, whose name Jeff still didn't know, had left the office. Jeff got in the car and drove home.