This won't make nearly as much sense if you don't read Pentant 6 first,
The next morning, as we got dressed, after, of course, taking care of Bobby’s morning wood, with a good morning quickie, I started talking to Bobby about my plans. “You know all those exclusive parties we don’t get invited to. Well, that’s about to change.” I said. “Too bad, we can’t both be girls at the same time. That could be really hot. You are as hot a girl as I am, and I know a way to get back at all of the girls at school, who gave us the brush. But let’s see what happens to me after 24 hours with the Pendant on. I have an idea that may change things.
We went down to breakfast in our regular clothing, except that I was dressed as a girl with a bra, a t-shirt for a girl and girl cut jeans, courtesy of my Mom. When we showed up at the breakfast table as a boy and a girl, Bobby knew for the first time with no doubt that Mom was on board. I had that freshly fucked glow about me, and Mom clearly knew what we had been up to in my room. Obviously not playing video games. Having raised a boy, she was not primed with all the protective instincts of the mom of a teenage girl. To the contrary, it was, sort of, turning her on, imagining the things that might have been going on in my room. I told her what my game plane was concerning the elite parties of elite guys and chicks at my school, and she said “Hell yeah! I have seen how disappointed that you were being left out by those stuck up kid.”
This was again not quite the reaction I had expected. Since dad had been a welder, and Bobby’s dad was a used car salesman, and we were boys, not sexy girls, we were just left out of those groups. We weren’t stoners, or into music, so we weren’t any in particular group. Just left out. Mom had seen this. Even though she had been a hot chick as a teenager, being a brain and making straight “A” was sufficient to keep her on the outside too. She compensated by having a number of different boyfriends, not upper class scum but nice. She had a high sex drive, and frequent but discrete sexual activity which culminated in getting pregnant and marrying my dad, which kept her from going to college since her folks, sort of, disowned her. Despite her folk’s attitudes, she was very open minded and accepting. She had a number of gay and lesbian friends, even though she was more or less straight. Mom probably would have been described as a bisexual leaning strongly towards boys. I learned all this later, when we started talking over the emotional effects of her having a boy who was also part-timing as a girl.
After I started learning all of this, I figured out that she would like to be an active participant in the use of the Pendant. Of course, we only had the one, but I was eager to see what wearing it for 24 hours would do.
So, Bobby and I decided to go to the mall, and start hanging out, trolling for connections with the hoy polloi of the teenage population of our town. It should be understood, that we weren’t interested in becoming them, but instead, just using them to having a good time with them, not being left out.. “Party On, dude.” So to speak. Heck we were teenagers, not adults.
We hung out with the high school power-players for a lot of the day. My extreme good looks and apparent devotion to Bobby, seemed to be the key that opened the door. Obviously I was hot, and Bobby, by having a hot girlfriend, gained a lot of cred. Several of the guys hit on me, but I was sufficiently coy with them that their girlfriends weren’t instant enemies
We blew off most of the day hanging out, and I gained a number of surreptitious phone numbers from various boys, much to both Bobby and my delight. Then we went home.
Mom was still there, it being Saturday, and she wanted to go off in another room to talk with me. “If I understand it right, Bobby is your best friend and not a boyfriend.” Mom said.
“Yeah, that is kinda right. As girly as I have been feeling, I guess you would call it friends with benefits.
Certainly if he wants to fuck another girl, or I want to fuck another guy, there will be no jealousy or hard feelings involved, at least from my part. I can’t actually speak for Bobby, but I think that it’s the same for him. We’ve been best friends for too long to screw it up by getting romantic.” I said.
“He’s seventeen, isn’t he? That’s the age of consent in this state, How would you feel about me hitting on him. It wouldn’t be breaking secret mother-son rules, would it? Mom said.
“WHAT?” I said with a shocked look on my face. “Just kidding! I just never thought about it. It’s been a long dry spell for you since Dad died, and you’re only 35. I guess I read that women aren’t even in their sexual prime until about your age.”
“Where did you read THAT? It’s true, but that’s more than I expected you to know.” Mom said.
“Playboy Advisor!” I said.
“OK. Well, we have never had a mother and son talk, but If we were to talk as two girls or two women, I would certainly be willing to tell you more than as mother to son.” Mom said.
“I can see that”, I said. “Telling me stuff, that would give me a hard-on, might make the conversation more complex. Since I’m not at this time a member of the penis carrying people of the world, I might not consider some things salacious that would otherwise turn me on.” I said. “On the other hand, it might make my vagina tingle”, I thought.
“Yeah,” That’s what I hoped. I’ve been needing a close female friend I can talk to.” Said Mom, sort of forgetting or not caring that in reality, when I change back, I will still remember all the personal stuff .
Then we had a several hours long conversation that told me about her high school years. How she had a lot of lovers when she was a teenager, but kept it on the down low. How a burst condom got her a husband and a child, and kept her from going to college. She didn’t mind the husband and child, both of whom she deeply loved, but she hated that she hadn’t gone to college. She admitted that after Dad died, she sunk into a depression, and sort of lost her ambition and sex drive. On the other hand, wearing the Pendant had busted her out of the depression, and she found that her sex drive was back. And that figuring out what her ‘daughter’ was up to had a major effect on her libido. Some people might have thought it was weird, but she just thought it was sexy. Just thinking about me and Bobby fucking really turned her on..
Of course, I did not mention to her that thinking about a threesome, with her, me and Bobby really turned me on. But, then I did. “What about a threesome with you, me and Bobby?” I said, biting the bullet.
“But that would be incest!” She said.
“You wouldn’t be fucking me, you would be fucking Bobby, and watching me fucking Bobby would only be a perversion, not incest. “, I said.
“You had me at ‘Not incest’” Mom said, “Let’s do it.”
“Just a minute, while I ask Bobby’, I said.
Of course, Bobby said, “You shitting me? I’m in.”
So we all went to the master bedroom, and stripped down. My mom had beautiful breasts, but since she hadn’t been dating, her bush wasn’t shaved. Come to think of it, mine wasn’t either. Immediately, Mom and I set out to correct the situation and quickly I had a pubic patch the shape of a heart, and she had a landing strip. I looked that Mom’s breasts and mine in the mirror, and immediately I knew where I had gotten my beautiful breasts. I really liked Bobby’s breasts when he as a girl, but I avoided mentioning that. Bobby seemed to like mine just fine. And my Mom’s breasts after one pregnancy, and nursing were a little bigger and saggier than mine, but were really a little sexier from my point of view. I avoided mentioning that too. Especially the part about me liking her breasts. Probably too much information.
So we all got on the King sized bed, with Bobby in the middle. Mom started kissing him, while I went straight for sucking his penis, feeling like kissing him was a little too gay; perish the thought, since I was a girl right then. I held his penis in my hand, and began sucking it like a lollipop. I spent special attention to the sensitive underside of the head. Meanwhile, Mom started working her tongue into his mouth. Bobby and I hadn’t started out doing regular boy/girl stuff since we started out in an unusual way, with primarily male attitudes, so I had only kissed him a little, going more for second, third and home base. The previous night was my only experience with oral sex, and I had never eaten a girl.
Mom, meanwhile worked her way down to his nipples. Some males don’t have sensitive nipples, or pretend they don’t, but Bobby certainly did. He was starting to get hard with the oral sex I was doing on him, but when Mom sucked on his nipples, he got hard really fast. I was intending for Bobby to fuck Mom first, but I wanted to warm Mom up, so, throwing caution to the wind, I moved to Mom’s vagina, and started licking it. Mom didn’t seem to mind, even though it might be called ‘Incest’ in a court of law. So I stroked her perineum with my tongue up past the opening of the vagina up to the clitoris. From personal experience, one time, I had found that VERY erotic. From the movement of Mom’s hips, I guessed she was in agreement. I stroked her clitoris with my tongue. I had heard, probably also from the Playboy Advisor that spelling the alphabet on the clitoris was very exciting, so, I began doing that. About at the letter ‘O’, appropriately, Mom came to an orgasm.
“Quick, put your dick in my pussy” she said, to Bobby, obviously, since I didn’t have one, and continued a 10 minute long orgasm, in which she extended my vocabulary of sexually oriented words considerably. She sounded much like I did when I came the previous evening. I guess I know where I got my ability to have long, multiple orgasms. Meanwhile from the previous night, Bobby knew just what to do. He stroked my Mom’s vagina for all it was worth, fighting off the desire to come, admirably, partially because he remembered that when he was a girl, in our first encounter, (with me as a boy) I came too quick and left her disappointed. He didn’t do that to me, and he wasn’t going to do it to Mom. But, eventually, stroking quickly and stroking slowly by turns, he became so excited that he had to shoot his cum into Mom’s vagina. And his penis got soft, and Mom’s orgasm quit. Mom was happy. She hadn’t had a penis in her vagina in years, and that good an orgasm in perhaps, forever. I wasn’t disappointed. I just started sucking on Bobby until he got hard again, and then I climbed on top. This position, called many things, offers the woman the ability to control the speed and the pressure of the man’s penis in her, but also allows her to easily stimulate her clitoris. This I did, while simultaneously yelling “Rideum, cowboy.”, which was probably no less dignified than yelling “Fuck me, fuck me hard” which was my previous attempt at orgasmic outcry.
This experience was the first time that Mom had sex with Bobby and me. But what came next was that we realized that 24 hours had passed, and I got to test my theory. I lifted off the Pendant, and nothing happened. “Mom, I guess it’s a good thing that you got me a complete wardrobe. I think I’m going to be a girl for a while. Just to see what would happen, I put the Pendant back on. I shimmered, and became John once again. I took it off, and became Janine. I now had a new problem, I could no longer fuck Bobby, because if he had the Pendant on, both of us would be girls. Bobby put the Pendant on, and if I was a ten, he was an eleven. “Whoopee, more shopping.” said Mom, “but I sure am glad about the insurance settlement” Mom seldom mentioned the insurance settlement, which had been for I million dollars, with double indemnity but Mom had been too depressed to even spend. She had found a good financial adviser, and she had grown it considerably since Dad’s death. She was adamant that the money not change us, since she knew a million dollars could vanish quickly if we started living the Life of Riley, but apparently buying Bobby a feminine wardrobe didn’t qualify as an extravagance.
She reached out and grabbed the amulet from Bobby, and put it on, She shimmered, and became the hot 25 year old she had been previously He also had a big erection, as did Bobby. Courtesy of the magic of the Pendant, They both looked at me. “I thought incest was off the books.” I said, knowing it was a losing argument.
“How can a guy who was a woman, and a girl who was a boy be related?’ She said.
I could think of several ways, but I didn’t care. I knew incest laws were to prevent closely related people from having children due to inbreeding, and I wasn’t planning to have children from anything that night so no inbreeding was possible, even if I and the man, Mom had become, had similar genetic markers. Besides, I knew that many cultures had married kings to their sisters for numerous generations without having two headed children, and that in 21 states marriage between first cousins is legal right here in the good old US of A. So I didn’t argue.
Meanwhile, there were two guys with hard-ons staring at me, and my vagina was pretty wet as well. I couldn’t imagine Bobby and Mom would have sex together, perhaps because as a male, Bobby did not another male attractive. I wasn't at all sure about Mom, but I wasn't going to make any assumptions. So I just laid in the middle of the bed and gestured them to get on each side. I was willing to try out Mom's oral skills, having already experienced Bobby's which weren't too shabby for a 1st timer. Mom had neglected to tell me if she had ever eaten a vagina or a pussy as she called it. So, I just pushed Bobby where he could get to my nipples, and pushed Mom's head down to my pussy. Bobby immediately began licking my breasts and nipples, while Mom was down between my legs. I thought that I should quit calling this hot looking 25 year old guy, Mom, (sort of a buzz kill) and asked Mom, “What male name would you like to be called?”
“Frank”, she said. “I'll be Frank with you,”
“Ha, ha. I hope so”, I said. “Frank, it is. Eat me, Frank.”
So he began eating my pussy. I reached down, and spread my labia open to massage my clitoris, holding the lips with my middle fingers, while stroking between my labia and my clit with my index fingers Frank began licking my clitoris down the middle, and stuck 2 fingers in my vagina.. He started massaging my G spot with her fingers, while licking my clitoris. This generated an orgasm so fast it made my head spin. I immediately pulled Frank up to stick his penis, which was very generous in both length and girth into my vagina. My vagina was already going about 1000 mph, and this helped it along.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”” I said as literal waves of sensation moves through my whole body. My back arched. I lifted Frank a foot off the bed with my hips, forcing him to thrust even deeper in my vagina. Poor Frank didn’t know what hit him. This was his first ever male orgasm. He squirted come in me like he had been saving it for years. I could feel it jetting hotly inside of me, just adding to the already intense feelings I was experiencing. My nipples were so erect, that they may have been an inch long. I pushed Bobby’s hands out of the way, and started pinching my nipples. They ached, and my breasts tingled as I switched from my nipples to my milk glands. I squeezed them a little more gently, but the sensation of touching them was setting my whole body on fire.
Poor Frank’s penis was caught in my vagina by my spasming muscles and would not shrink because of the intense pressure on the base. He didn’t seem particularly bothered by this, but just kept pushing it in and out like he hadn’t already come. I kept going like this for more than 10 minutes, until magically Frank’s penis began getting fully erect again, and he resumed full thrusts into me from the mouth to the full extent of my vagina which was being stretched like it never had been before. His balls smacked my bottom so that I could definitely feel them which was a delicious sensation. It must have felt great for Frank too. Pretty soon, Frank started moaning and saying things too. “Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh, Janine, this feels so good. Feel my big cock in you. I’m cummmming.” Then Frank shot a lot more semen into my vagina, which again felt really great.” We both came down after that ending, Frank being really tired.
On the other hand, I noticed that Bobby had a really hard erection, from watching my Mom, as a man. fucking his best friend as a woman. It was hard to imagine the possibility of that happening, but he had just seen it. I crooked my finger at Bobby, and said, “Come here sailor.” I spread my legs and bared my wet vagina, full of my Mom’s cum, and said “Stick it in.” and he did right to the hilt.
”Don’t worry about me, just come.” I said, and he began thrusting rapidly, pushing deep into me. I could feel his balls banging on my butt, but I was about orgasmed out, so I was just happy he was getting satisfied. He came with a smile, and laid down beside me. Frank took off the Pendant, and as Mom, took Bobby in her mouth. Mom had done this before and she liked nothing better than to take an erect penis down her throat as deep as it would go. Unfortunately, Bobby had just come, so it did not immediately get erect.
“Put the Pendant on Bobby, Mom!” I said. Immediately, she put it on Bobby, who, of course, became a beautiful girl with big breasts. I immediately reached for Bobby’s breasts and started sucking on his nipples. Meanwhile Mom started eating Bobby’s pussy. Bobby very rapidly became very wet, and I wasn’t far behind.
“Take the Pendant off Bobby, Mom” I said. She didn’t know about the magical sexual rejuvenation effect of the change. Bobby became a male again, with a really great erection. Mom grabbed his penis and put her mouth around it. She immediately slid it down her throat to his balls, and then did her best to get her mouth around his balls. She couldn’t do that, but the sensation of her lower lip grabbing at his balls was so intense that Bobby once again shot his rocks right down her throat. Not a drop of semen escaped.
She sighed, and said “Wow, that was great.” She laid back in the bed, and looked at both of us laying there with her. She looked at me, and said, “Doesn’t your pussy get sore?”
“It hasn’t yet”, I told her. “It just seems to want more and more dick.”
“A problem I had when I was your age! That’s how I got knocked up! Speaking of which, what is stopping one of the three of us from getting pregnant?”
“I don’t know, Mom, but I think that the rejuvenating effect of the change does a reset or something that stops pregnancy. When we change from female to male, I think that pregnancy is no longer possible and the Pendant does not save the previous state and return it when we go back to female. Of course, brain function is not reset, but apparently the rest of the body is. If I were to break an arm, and then transition, I think the arm would be repaired. Of course, it does not explain why I can fuck for 2 hours without my vagina getting sore, or why I never had a hymen as a girl. I think we have a lot to learn about the Pendant. It seems to generate a really complex process and do it seamlessly. I will also bet that if I stayed female for 9 months I could have a baby. As it stands, I probably will stay female as my regular state until I wear the Pendant as a male for 24 hours.” I said, without taking a breath. “Hmmm, I can hold my breath longer too.” I thought.
“Sounds like you have thought it out, smart guy or girl!” said Mom. “Let’s get some sleep. We have got shopping to do tomorrow.” And we did.
The next day, Mom, Bobbi (As we decided to call her.) and I went to the mall and ran Bobbi through the same stores Mom and I had gone to before. We introduced my cousin, Bobbi, to everyone and completely fitted her out. The sales clerks were ecstatic. I was glad Mom had pointed out to me about our unused reserves, because otherwise I couldn’t have imaged completely outfitting two girls out of our pockets. We came out with Bobbi looking really hot. I won’t really say she was an eleven, but we were a pair of tens for sure. We put the packages in the car, and went back in the mall, all three of us turning head. Mom looked more like a sister than a mom. Mom, Bobbi and I turned a lot of heads that afternoon.
“Mom, when we are out like this, shouldn’t I call you Elaine so we don’t blow your cover.” I said. “Look at our reflection in the glass of that jewelry store over there.”
“Yeah, we do look close to the same age.” Said Mom. “And that reminds me, we haven’t been jewelry shopping yet!”
“Oh no. You are going to break us.” I said. “How much did you say we had.?”
“With investments, a little over 2 million dollars.” As long as we’re careful, we won’t have to ever even work for a living.”
So we went into the jewelry store, and bought us enough bling to put a nice edge on our appearance. We did find out the obvious, that neither I nor Bobbi had pierced ears. So we had some place else to go in the mall. We had our ears pierced and posts put in. It didn’t hurt any more than getting a shot, but we didn’t know what would happen when Bobbi switched back to Bobby. WE were faced with the idea that we might have to get our ears pierced every time we switched from male to female. Either we would have to go around wearing ear rings for unpierced ears, or we would have to find a solution. Well, we would figure that out later.
We hung around the food court for a while, drinking iced tea, and a number of guys hit on us, not all high school. We started having a contest on who would get the most phone numbers. We got so many we had to make notes on them to remember who gave them to us. Since we didn’t plan to be picked up by a guy… two of us didn’t have the experience to know how to handle it, and the third had too much sense, we planned to leave and go home as the evening started. Finally, we conceded the contest to Mom, who got 10 numbers, more than half from males under 20, and one from a female, and went home.
The next day was a school day, so we decided not to have another fuck fest, but instead, catch up on our homework and get some sleep. I thought seriously about going to school as Janine, John’s cousin, but it would only put me behind in my schoolwork, since it was unlikely I could keep my same class schedule as a new student, besides how would I be able to complete the class work as two different people at the same time, so I decided to just wear the Pendant, and cut gym class. Mom gave me a note saying the doctor didn’t want me doing gym for the rest of the semester. It was mostly just climbing the rope and playing dodge ball anyway, and the jocks punished the geeks at dodge ball. It didn’t matter which side you were on, you were the TARGET. I was a little small and slender compared to a lot of the older guys in my grade, and the fact that I had a bigger dick than any of them didn’t ingratiate me with them either. I had seen several of the older guys at the mall yesterday as a girl, but I blew them off (figuratively) and wouldn’t give them the time of day. They were too young for me anyway.
So Bobby and I went to school. Bobby had already gotten a measure of fame from being out with an incredibly hot chick, so I was just acting as his wing man. He had a good line of bullshit about Janine; she was a freshman in college, a professional model, my cousin, a year older than him, but had skipped two grades, from out of town, gone back to school, yadda, yadda, yadda, but one thing was true, she WAS going to be his date to the PROM. She was going to make a special trip back from Stanford, just to go with him, or so we said.
Somehow, his new glamour passed on a little to the trusty wing man, and several girls, none as near as hot as Bobbi, tried to get me to invite them to the Prom, but, and, while I was very nice and appreciative of their interest, my mom had grounded me, and I couldn’t go to the Prom. I was so sorry.
The pierced ear thing resolved itself. We found that if the posts were just left in during the switch, both ways, the holes would stay there. Just for giggles, we both got studs I wore mine on the left and Bobby wore his on the right, one week and then we would switch, since both of our ears were pierced. Everyone knew we weren’t a gay couple, and for sure, Bobby wasn’t gay, and I probably wasn’t gay since I seemed to ogle the girls and not the boys, but no one was totally sure. Several girls approached me, asked if I was gay, and would I like help switching teams. I always told them the same thing. I would like to make out with them, but I wasn’t gay and I didn’t want to do so under false pretenses. I actually got some dates out of it, and I got some sex too, but none as good as with Bobbi and Mom. These girls didn’t expect foreplay, and they just were ready to be fucked. So I did. They seemed pleased, and rumors about my big penis started flying around the school. It was strange. Wearing the Pendant may have made me seem sexier, but I don’t think it was that. It was just that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and apparently it showed in my confidence level. Even the teachers seemed to like me better.
I was not wearing the Pendant for 24 hours though, and so when I took it off, I always switched to Janine. As Janine, I kept out of sight, since I was supposed to be at Stanford, but I had a lot of good sex with Bobby, who was welcome at my house for a sleepover at any time by Mom, and good sex with Frank on the nights that Bobby wasn’t there. The only down side was that I couldn’t fuck Bobbi, because whoever wore the Pendant was the same sex as the other. This problem was partially made up for by the fact that Janine (I) and Bobbi fucked (so to speak) pretty regular, anyway. We had gotten a Feeldoe, mail order, and using it was pretty great. The Feeldoe is a dildo with a penis shaped end, and on the other end at the appropriate angle, a large capsule shaped knob that fit into a vagina. It also had a small vibrator built in to stimulate the clitoris of the female who had the knob end. Inserted, it stuck out just like a penis. We would fuck each other with it, rubbing our breasts together, and pinching and squeezing each other’s nipples ad breasts. It didn’t feel quite as good as the traditional penis and vagina which is the tried and true method, but for two horny girls, it really hit the spot (G spot, that is) and I got to fuck Bobbi! I loved playing with her big breasts.
Mom (Elaine) didn’t quit her job. She was used to going, and now that she was out of her depression, it actually was fun. With her more youthful demeanor (Thank you, Pendant), and her more positive attitude, her boss noticed her more. Hard to miss, a woman blossoming from a five to a ten in one weekend, but easy to explain. “A new man in my life.” She said but didn’t say it was actually Frank… and me, and Bobby.
Elaine started going out on dates, and resumed taking birth control pills. Fortunately, she hadn’t gotten pregnant. It was the wrong time of month when the orgies with Bobby and I had happened, and perhaps she had switched sexes at a propitious time as well. Her boss, who wasn't exactly her type, but not married, would occasionally take her on a date and fuck her, but it was never as good as with Bobby and I, so she didn’t take the relationship seriously. She didn’t want to think that she would judge a guy by how good in bed he was, or if he had a little fat or if he couldn’t run 100 feet without getting winded, but there it was, and she had sworn to herself that if she got in a serious relationship with a guy, he would be REALLY good in bed, and a really nice guy, and open minded, in case, she should want to fuck around a little, and in great shape. He really didn’t have to be tall, and handsome…or dark. But the first four requirements were deal breakers, especially since she didn’t plan to give up fucking Bobby and me.
Meanwhile the Prom was coming up like a runaway freight train. Mom gave me a note asking for a permission slip to visit several colleges, which she planned for me to do, but not just yet, so we could get ready for the Prom. I had to get my hair and my nails done, and it had to be during the day, so I wouldn't be seen, as Janine, by the kids from my school. I needed private dancing lessons so that I could learn to dance backwards and in high heels, which proved to be a skill which had to be learned. All Bobby had to do was to get a TUX and score a limo, and get a corsage of the right color, which Mom had told him. Mom was bankrolling him so that it wouldn't break the bank at Bobby's household. Bobby told his folks that he had gotten a great deal on a package, and told them it was only $100, which they forked over, and he tucked in his pocket for mad money, (at Mom’s advice)