Taking stock of the situation

You sip your coffee as you browse the daily exploits of the various toony characters in the daily funnies, but you're not really reading. Your mind reels with everything that just happened. Within the span of half an hour, you put on the glasses and then (fairly sexually) subjugated, at least momentarily, both your little sister and mother. It really wasn't like you but the power of the glasses seemed to fill you with an obscene sense of confidence.

Now, in the comparative silence of your thoughts and without the glasses flooding your thoughts with powerful information, you sorted through the mess you'd made.

You couldn't reasonably expect either woman to suddenly and permanently alter their personality or behavior based on one brief encounter. Did you even want that? The rush of power you felt with each of them was exquisite but was it really what you wanted? You've already kicked the nest, that much was sure.

You look at your phone and hit play on the video of Zoe masturbating like an addle-minded nympho and are painfully reminded that your cock is achingly hard. The intoxicating blend of her genuine sex appeal and the very real power you've gained over her are almost enough to make you cum right there in your pants as you hear her groans and the various wet noises her fingers produced between her legs.

You collect a few screenshots of the best moments from the video but you need a real plan.

The options as you see it are to keep going down this sexual rabbit hole with either or both women until either or both are compliant sexual playthings, you could pimp out either or both for the cash without dipping your cock in the family pool yourself, or you could just leverage your current position into one of absolute authority around the house without making it overly sexual and focus your efforts elsewhere, using Mom and Zoe as loyal minions more than anything else.

As you mull it over, Zoe's phone chimes from the couch. When you pick it up, you see a message from Zoe's extremely attractive friend, Natalie.

Hey, you still wanna hang out before brunch? I can be there in 20

You raise an eyebrow with a grin. Now there's a fun idea. Zoe has a small army of very lovely friends, some of whom you've jacked off to more than a few times. With the glasses, you're fairly sure you could find a way to make some of them your special friends, too. You laugh, realizing you could probably even get Zoe to help you do it. Maybe not so soon, but it's a definite possibility if you play your cards right.