Go To Sam's House

You drove to Sam's house, your mind racing with thoughts of what you might find. When you arrived, you knocked on the door, and Sam answered, a wide grin on his face. "John! I'm so glad you could make it!" he exclaimed, ushering you inside.

"Come on in, I've been dying to show you what I've been working on. You're gonna love it, man. I promise."

You followed Sam into his study, a room filled with books, notebooks, and an array of pens and pencils scattered across every surface. The walls were adorned with maps and diagrams, all marked up with Sam's neat, precise handwriting. In the center of the room was a large, leather-bound notebook, the same one he had shown you last night.

Sam picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages, his fingers tracing the lines of his handwriting. "You see, John, I've worked on this all night. The stamina I gave us last night was able to keep me going while I worked out exactly how I wanted to write down the structure for this new society. Let me show you." Sam says, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"Actually, before we begin John, let me get a bit more comfortable, show you what this world truly can be if embraced." Sam says, his eyes glinting with a conspiratorial sparkle. After you sit down, Sam moves past you to the doorway, allowing him to shout down the hallway. "Hey sis! Grab our mom and come in here, will ya? John's here and I want your help showing him something." Sam's voice echoes down the hallway, and a moment later, two women enter the room.

It takes you a second, and you do a double take as you look at the two women. The first is an fit blonde that you would easily describe as a MILF, her plain gray shirt struggling to contain her double-D breasts, while also clinging to her abs. Her thin rectangular glasses frame her pretty face well, and the accompanying long dirty-blonde hair in a ponytail helps her look young. However, beyond this facade, you recognize the face of Amanda, Sam's mother. You remember her as a stern businesswoman, someone that was certainly a bit cruel as a parent to Sam; however, you guess that the notebook's changes to society have affected her too, as she now looks like a cross between a MILF and some sort of dumb, vapid bimbo.

The younger woman you immediately recognize as Sam's sister Jenny. You remember her from last night; Sam's 18-year-old sister who Sam had changed from chubby high-school senior to thin and curvaceous blow-job enthusiast.

She was wearing a tight, low-cut top that left little to the imagination, and a short skirt that barely covered her ass. She was running her fingers through her shortish blonde hair, a coy smile playing on her lips as she noticed you checking her out.

"Hey John," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Long time no see. I've missed you." She walked over to you, her hips swaying seductively, and leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"See! This is what I'm talking about, pal! Jenny, my dear, why don't you give me a blowjob while mom sucks on John's balls?" Sam says, as if it was the most normal of casual requests. The two women smile enthusiastically, moving sensually within the tight confines of the room as they follow Sam's suggestion. "This, John, is the best way for you to embrace the full extent of what this world has to offer. I mean, come on, man! You've got two gorgeous women ready and willing to pleasure you in any way you desire. What more could you ask for?" Sam said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched his sister and mother move to comply with his request.