Eventually it became apparent that Jeff and David had both fallen asleep on the floor so their partner for the night chuckled, said “Typical,” and started to wipe herself off with a washcloth enough to be passable in an Uber. She then put herself back together, wrote her number on a note on the bar, and left the house.
Jeff stirred first an hour later and gazed quietly at his 18 year old cuntboy father who was resplendent with a smooth torso fading to a bubble butt and a bald pussy. Where the pussy boy form was made to be sexy in deviance, this form looked like a statue and was beautiful in its androgyny.
Jeff ran his fingers down his father’s outer pussy lips to gently wake him up. “Dad,” he said “I think we need to talk about this.”
David, finally stirring, stretched like a cat and then reached for his son’s penis. “I will ponder what this day means for my gender tomorrow. But first, I want to ride this python.”
He then got up, fed Jeff’s penis into his vagina, and worked himself up to multiple orgasms using his hips and kegels to treat Jeff’s penis like a dildo before Jeff finally finished. The two then spooned on the couch for the night under a blanket, Jeff with his arms wrapped around his pussyboy father. The reverse of how they used to cuddle when Jeff was a child just seeking the warmth of a parent.