Jaz sat at her desk, looking out the window on the grounds, or campus, as she liked to think of it. It was a crisp autumn day. Windy and cool but beautiful. She was going over the financials and was pleased with what she saw. She glanced out the window and noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. It was an older BMW but in excellent condition, clean and polished. It was not the normal car for this complex, and she knew she had not seen it here before. That piqued her interest as she liked to track the overall security. 

She watched as the car pulled into a parking place facing her building. A woman got out. Even though she was almost one hundred yards away, Jaz could tell this was a woman who was sure of herself.

The woman was wearing a black straight skirt, a wide gold belt, a white chiffon blouse, very nicely filled with what Jaz figured were 36C breasts. Her hair looked to be in a French twist. Even at this distance, Jaz thought her lipstick was a little too red to be prim and proper. She also thought she looked like Mistress T.

Seeing her head for Tim's apartment, she realized this must be his mother, listed as next of kin on the application. Jaz knew she wanted to meet her.

The end apartments in each of the buildings had two outside entrances. One was a door to the main hallway. The other was an outside door. Tim's apartment was just such a unit. The woman briskly walked toward Tim's outside door with her keys in hand. Jaz got up from her desk and grabbed her keys. She had to meet this woman.

Jaz decided to intercept her inside Tim's apartment. She went down the hall and stopped just outside Tim's door. She listened and heard the outside door open. Jaz used her master key to open the inside door just as Tim's mom was coming through the outside door. 

That made a statement she wanted to make. "I'm running this place, not just an office girl!" It also spoke of the freedom she had with Tim.

"Oh, hi! You must be Tim's mother." Jaz said, as off-hand as she could. She made a bit of a show pulling the key out of the lock, just for effect.

"Hello! Yes, my name is Linda," she replied in an imperious tone. "I was going to stop by the office after looking over Tim's new place."

Jaz thought her demeanor was a little haughty, as if she were talking to "the hired help".

"I saw you approaching and thought I'd come introduce myself. My name is Jasmine, but most folks prefer to call me Jaz. I am part owner and the general manager of the complex. I also live here, at the other end of this building."

Linda gave her a raised eyebrow look and said, "How convenient that must be." It came out a bit snarky, exactly as Linda intended it.

Jaz realized they were slowly circling like two cats sizing each other up. She decided to stay professional and ignored Linda's swipe. 

As she studied Linda, she realized desire was rising within her. "May I show you around?" The game continued.

"By all means," Linda replied.

"As you probably know, these are older apartment buildings that we took over and renovated to be upscale units. All new safety features, such as fire alarm and suppression systems, a top-drawer security system that is both automated and staffed. Also, all modern appliances. Not bottom-of-the-line stuff either. Those who fancy doing some serious cooking, like Tim, can do it here."

Besides giving her an accurate description as she would any prospective tenant, she had scored a subtle dig on her age.

"As you can see, the kitchen is spacious enough to cook formal meals, and we also kept some retro things, like these kitchen tables, the old chrome style from the late 50's. Maybe you remember them." Another age dig.

Linda was mad and had to figure out a counterattack. She decided to get bold.

"Whoever your design consultant was, they knew their stuff. And... You have been checking me out since we got here. The looks you keep giving me tell me you like what you see. I'm not into girls, so BACK OFF!"

"Linda, whatever are you talking about?" She walked over to the kitchen table and sat on the table. "I'm simply showing you what we have to offer our tenants and guests." A pause, she looked Linda in the eye and said, "If you aren't into chicks, then maybe I have something else to interest you!" She reached under her skirt and with the flick of her wrist, there was an audible THUMP. The sound of a pound (or more) of meat hitting the table.

Linda looked down at the sound and saw what must have been a nine-inch circumcised cock and balls. The room froze. The only giveaway was the sparkle in Linda's eye.

After a long pause, she spoke, "That's... not... a... strap-on... is it?"

"It's the real thing, honey! Go ahead, check it out!" With that, she unfastened the wrap on the skirt and dropped it on the table. She was naked from her waist to the tops of her thigh-highs.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Linda exclaimed, in a very husky, wet voice.

Linda, without breaking her gaze on Jaz's steadily growing nine-incher, pulled one of the kitchen chairs over and sat down facing her. Jaz let her make the next move.

Linda slowly leaned forward and gently put one hand under the hardening tube and lifted it. The other hand she used to caress the head and shaft of Jaz's cock, as if she were caressing a new kitten. The hand underneath worked its way back until under Jaz's balls, which, to her delight, she found heavy and full. Finally, she spoke. "It's beautiful!" She continued to play with it like it was a kitten, much to Jaz's delight.

Jaz finally decided to touch Linda. She lightly brought the back of her fingers along Linda's cheek in a gentle caress. Linda instinctively leaned into the caress, validating Jaz's move, but not taking her eyes off the now-80% erect cock. Her caress became less tentative and firmer. She squeezed Jaz' balls firmly, but gently. Jaz closed her eyes in a moment of pleasure. 

Linda scooted the chair closer, then leaned in and gently kissed Jaz' cock on the head. She pulled back as if admiring it and bent forward again; this time the kiss was firmer, more contact, and it lingered. She looked up into Jaz's eyes. Her lips parted, and the mushroom head slid between them. Jaz's eyes sparkled as her lips parted and a small gasp escaped.

Jaz reached behind Linda's head and pulled out one, then another of her bobby pins holding her hair in place. Linda broke the kiss and sat back, stopping Jaz from removing the last bobby pin. She looked at Jaz and removed the last one herself. Shaking her head to loosen her hair and free it of its confines. It gave her a sultry look, like a woman "in the mood",

She looked up at Jaz. Their eyes met, and the gap between them shrank as Jaz bent over and Linda craned her neck until their lips met. Tenderly, very tenderly at first, but one could sense the steam between them. Each caressed the other's cheek softly. Only after this had lasted a few moments did Jaz attempt to slide her tongue between Linda's lips. It was met by Linda's tongue coming the other way.

Their tongues slid over each other as their lips pressed further together, each thoroughly enjoying the creamy lips and tongue of the other. Their eyes locked on each other, deepened in passion, but neither was in a hurry. Jaz held her face with one hand, sliding into her hair to feel the silkiness. She felt Linda start to pull away. But only to break the kiss. She stayed in reach, letting Jaz caress her hair.

Linda looked into Jaz's eyes as she reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. It opened more with each button getting unfastened, revealing a lacy demi cup underwire bra that very much pleased Jaz. She hurried with the cuffs but without wasted effort. Jaz reached forward to help her out of her blouse. She noted the bra hook was in the front.

As Jaz took the blouse, Linda leaned forward and kissed the head of Jaz's now fully erect cock. She pursed her lips, covering the head. Jaz instinctively tried to thrust, but Linda rode with her. The head didn't go any deeper than Linda wanted for the moment. She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking up at Jaz.

Jaz met her gaze with a smile. She used both hands to unhook Linda's bra, so that it didn't snap back and hurt her. The bra spread apart under Jaz's control, as if she were unwrapping a precious gift. A soft gasp escaped Jaz's lips as she beheld two of the most perfect natural breasts she had seen. She tenderly cupped each of Linda's breasts, fondling them very gently.

She felt Linda move her hands away, parting them as she leaned forward again. Linda focused on Jaz' cock, which was by now fully hard, pointing straight at her and about to drip precum. With purpose, Linda descended onto it hungrily. No taunting this time. She was hungry for it.

Jaz felt Linda's lips slide over the head and devour Jaz's rock-hard 9-inch cock. Then she felt Linda's tongue and almost swooned. When she gasped, if she could have seen Linda's face, she would have seen a smile. Linda took her deeper. Her lips and tongue now began an assault on her cock and balls. She slid it deeper until her own nose was buried in Jaz's belly. Jaz felt the back of Linda's throat. Linda's tongue was relentless, sliding up and down with a combination of touches that was making Jaz see stars.

Jaz realized Linda was making love to her cock. Her tongue sent electric-like sensations through Jaz's body, from her groin radiating out and consuming her. Every time she tried to thrust into Linda's mouth, Linda stopped her. She was in control, and Jaz gave in. Clearly this woman had a thing for cocks, and she was not to be denied. Jaz realized, for the first time in a long time, she would not be able to resist long. Linda would have her completely.

Linda pulled back, but not far enough for Jaz's cock to escape her lips. Her lips held the head in a firm grip, her tongue flashing over the head. She looked up at Jaz's face. A mixture of delight and torment greeted her gaze, as Jaz returned her gaze. "Please" was the only word Jaz could whisper. Linda's eyes smiled as she lunged into further worship of the phallus in her grasp.

Jaz took her head in both hands, her fingers in Linda's silky hair. Gently, she caressed and guided. It was an embrace of passion. Linda knew she was still in control and continued to enjoy the feel of nine inches of cock in her mouth. A dreamy look came over her face. She seemed to go into automatic mode as she continued adoring the flesh tube between her lips.

Jaz sensed the change, but also realized her orgasm was not far away. She could feel it starting to build deep inside her as Linda continued her worship. But she was powerless to postpone it.

By now, the prim, proper Linda was gone. This was a slave to a penis fetish. A fetish that controlled her. A mix of precum and saliva adorned both cheeks, and there was even a little sweat on her forehead. Her hair was a mess. Her facial makeup was even worse. Her cum and saliva covered cheeks sunk in as she began to suck even harder.

Jaz was letting go, letting the orgasm take her. But something else happened. She felt herself cumming before the orgasm. Linda was sucking her cum out of her. She watched as Linda's cheeks went from sunken in to bulging out as her cum filled her mouth. Moments later, her orgasm hit, but it was not giving her the usual release. It was a dry orgasm, fun before puberty, but frustrating now.

Linda was now patient. The cum in her mouth seemed to satiate the savage desire. She waited until Jaz quieted down and relaxed before she let her cock slide from her mouth. Linda's transformation to deranged slut was complete. Unable to contain it all, she had an explosive leak that left cum all over Jaz's belly and Linda's own face. But there was no denying the satisfaction on Linda's face. Linda rose up enough to kiss Jaz tenderly in a prolonged teasing kiss. "Thank you," she whispered to her new lover. Jaz's face was awash with emotion, all of it tender. She hated ruined orgasms, but this one was different. She loved it. She even licked Linda's cheek as they broke the kiss.

Meanwhile, out in the parking lot, Tim has just returned from his rounds to the dry cleaners and grocery store. He pulled in and recognized his mother's car about the time Linda was sucking Jaz's cum out of her. A look of horror came over his face as he parked next to his mom's Beemer.

He knew his mother. He had rescued her from more than one stag party or even just an impromptu gathering of guys she came across. He had even bathed her when she came home covered in cum. "Oh, NO!" he thought. "What if she met Jaz?" he began a hurried walk toward his apartment. It became a run. Reaching the outside door, he put his hand on the knob. He found the door unlocked. He dreaded what came next!

“Mom, you promised to stop this!" he thought as he turned the knob and entered.