Helping Mrs Rose

John pulled himself together, scrambling to make sense of the chaos that had consumed their home. With newfound resolve, he stood up and moved towards Mrs. Rose frantically trying to deter her attention from her self-pleasure.

"Mrs. Rose," he said, gripping her wrists gently to get her attention. The woman, now transformed into a lustful, voluptuous vixen, blinked up at him, licking her lips seductively.

"Johnny, darling," she cooed, an enticing smile curling her plump, glossy lips, "you're not gonna leave a girl hangin', are ya?"

Ignoring her coy advances, John steered her resistant body towards the exit of their house. However, each step he took proved to be a strenuous task as the new Mrs. Rose kept trying to pull him into a heated make-out session. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, her body pressed against his in an explicit embrace. Still, he managed to cast aside his primal desires, prying her loose from his grip and promising to check on her soon.

Meanwhile, the scene he returned to at home was beyond his wildest dreams or worst nightmares. He found his sisters in the throes of passion, their voluptuous bodies entwined on the living room floor. Chloe was on all fours, her generous breasts dangling beneath her as Jennifer explored her sister's enhanced body with hands and lips alike.

John watched, helpless and entranced as Jennifer rubbed her sister's slick folds from behind. Her fingers slid over Chloe's engorged clit, making her cry out in pleasure. Their bodies moved rhythmically, hips grinding against each other in sync with Jennifer's deft manipulations, an erotic dance of forbidden desire.

Chloe moaned loudly, her voice echoing throughout the house as Jennifer touched her just right. Her body convulsed with newfound pleasure, her enticing curves swaying in response to each of Jennifer's teasing caresses.

John allowed his gaze to travel upwards, taking in the sight of his sister's plump, rounded ass as it pressed insistently against Jennifer's expertly gyrating hips. The sight of Jennifer's own pleasure, her head thrown back in a roar of passion as she rode her sister from behind, was enough to make John's own arousal throb insistently.

He couldn't look away, captivated by the erotic sight of his transformed sisters lost in hedonistic bliss. Their cries of abandon filled the room, accompanied by the lewd sounds of their bodies moving passionately together, an unforgettable auditory accompaniment to the lust-filled tableau before John's very eyes.