Shy Boy Harem

She had pushed me out of the bathroom so she could clean herself up. I didn't want to wait inside the coffee shop, fearing the angry stares of the other customers, so I moved outside.

Was this day three already? Had I only had these powers for three whole days and already fucked three different women, even doing two at once? I couldn't believe it.

My dick was tired. I hadn't realized how much hard work it was to keep three women happy in bed. They were like sex demons or something, constantly draining me and my energy. I'd have to learn to keep up or die from sexual overload because this power thing didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

In fact, it seemed to be evolving, judging by what came over me in the bathroom. I had lost control of myself and done stuff I never would have dreamed of doing to a girl. Yet here I was, having just anally violated some Korean girl after beating her ass and tugging on her hair like she was a pony.

I sighed. Yea there was no way I was going to be able to keep up with all these ravenous women, especially when it seemed like Aanya and Valeria wanted to stay in my life. I wasn't sure about Jenni yet but inviting me to have sex with her mom certainly didn't imply that she wanted me out of her life.

The thought of having sex with a girl's mom, a girl that I just fucked, was terrifying. Fear tightened over my gut and I suddenly felt like I was struggling to breathe. What the hell was I doing? I couldn't just waltz over to some girls house and fuck her mom. This was madness.

Jenni exiting the store abruptly cut short my racing thoughts. She looked so cute with that sports bra and those yoga pants. She smiled kindly at me.

"Ready to go?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Perfect," she said as she grabbed my hand and interlocked her fingers. "It's only a short distance away."

I nodded again, mouth dry as a desert all of a sudden, and we took off.

She talked to me on the way. She saw I was nervous so she filled the silence in with some background context on who she was and who her mom was.

Her mom was indeed an astrophysicist that specialized in extraterrestrials. She had immigrated from Korea when she was 21 and pregnant. Jenni had never known her father but her mother raised her lovingly. Apparently her mom was a big fitness freak as well and stayed in good shape despite being in her forties. Jenni, for her part, was quick to describe her as MILF.

I blushed at that and Jenni giggled.

After more talking, we ended up making it to her house. It was quite average looking, a nice two story home.

We crossed the lawn and reached the door. Jenni slipped a key in, unlocked it and let me enter.

I stepped inside and Jenni yelled something behind me. "Danyeo wass-seubnida!"

I heard a faint shuffle as I moved to let Jenni pass me and then a response. "Chal oh-sha-sumnida!"

"Mom! I brought the boy home!" Jenni called out as she slipped out of her shoes and walked past the living room and into the kitchen. "Want any water, Jason?"

"Oh, uh, don't worry, I'm f-fine." A blush descended over me as I realized that my stutter had returned. Fuck me, I was such a recluse. I also couldn't help but vaguely wonder if this was the first time I had ever stepped into a girl's home. Most likely yes and that only made things worse.

I saw that she had taken off her shoes so I did the same. Then I heard someone descending down the stairs. My eyes traveled up and locked onto the most gorgeous Korean lady I had ever seen. She was stunning and looked quite similar to Jenni. The main difference was that Jenni was cute while she was beautiful. A thin black sweater clung to her tightly and dark blue jeans complimented her bottom.

She wore the same smile that Jenni had as she descended down the stairs. Jenni was right. This lady was totally a MILF. Her tits were about the same size as Jenni's and her ass was filled out a touch more but really it was the maturity of her face, which still seemed incredibly youthful for someone supposedly being forty-ish years old.

"An nyeong ha seyo!" She said, with a cheery bow as she reached the final step. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason." Her accent was thick and it only got me further riled up.

"Oh, yea," I chuckled nervously. "It's a pleasure to me-meet you as w-well." I fidgeted nervously.

"I would come down and shake your hand but Jenni's friend informed me that we shouldn't touch."

"Y-you already talked to Valeria?" I asked, a little surprised at how efficient she was.

Jenni entered back into the family room, glass of orange juice in hand. "Yea, she called her and told her everything. Mom has been planning on how to do this but," she said as she turned to her mother. "You texted me saying you worked something out."

Her mother nodded, cute black hair bobbing alongside her. It was currently tied in a low bun in the back, the side draping over part of her face.

"But we must hurry," Jenni's mom said. "We don't know how it works and if it might already be infecting us." Jenni and I nodded in agreement. "Come to the basement."

We followed her down another flight of stairs and into a space that looked like it was straight out of a movie. It looked exactly like a laboratory, desks made out of phenolic resin so that they had that traditional black top, beakers and vials scattered all over the place, giant tubes that ran in circles from floor to ceiling, a telescope, and some computers over to the side. It looked like you could fit a whole classroom in here, with three students per desk!

Jenni's mom walked past it all and stopped in front of a pole that was off to the left in the room. Jenni and I followed. I quickly whispered to her, "What's your mom's name?"

"Song Yoon-ah," she whispered back.

I noticed that in front of the pole were some pillows.

"A scientist," Song Yoon-ah explained. "Needs to create the conditions for successful experiments. This means that we want to control all the variables and ensure there is no interference. But, more importantly, we want to observe the phenomenon." As she spoke, she attached a single electrode pad to the middle of her forehead. There was no wire to it. Instead, a WIFI signal adorned the middle of it.

"My computer will read all the information from my brain as we test you. Then, tonight I can explore the data and hopefully find out something important."

I nodded.

"Now, Jenni, I need your help. A scientist must never interfere in their own experiment so can you please handcuff me to this pole." Song Yoon-ah placed her hands behind her back but made sure that went over the pole. Jenni looked a little surprised but did as she was told, grabbing cuffs on the nearby table that I hadn't noticed.

She moved behind her mother, slipped the cuffs on and locked them shut. Her mother wiggled around in them, ensuring that she couldn't escape.

"Jenni, make sure my computer is recording the data."

Jenni went over the computer that was by the entrance to the room, a good twenty feet away and plopped down into the chair. "We're looking good so far!" She called back.

Song Yoon-ah nodded and took a deep breath. "Ok Jason, you may now begin."

I suddenly froze, having been lost in watching her willingly get handcuffed to the pole. "Wait, what?"

"Use your power on me," she said nonchalantly.

"You mean while you're tied to the pole?" I said stupidly, mostly because I could feel my dick springing to life in my pants. I definitely did not want this mature lady to see my boner protruding from my pants.

"Yes, but you need to be a little quicker. We don't know for sure if your power works through the air."

I gulped but obeyed. I got close enough to her that I would only need to lean down a little to kiss her.

"Uh," I said, feeling a furious blush descend over me. "Sh-should I touch you?"

She nodded. Her dazzling coffee-colored eyes stared straight into mine. "Touch my cheek," she whispered, already getting breathy.

I raised a hand, cautiously, suddenly realizing how crazy this all was. I had fucked this woman's daughter in the ass less than an hour ago and now she was handcuffed to a pole in front me, asking me to touch her? My hand shook as it neared her face.

Then we connected, a single finger touching her cheek. Immediately, a light spark was elicited and she jumped in response to that. Her eyes widened at me.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you," I said, now feeling terrible. I always forgot about the shocks.

Song Yoon-ah recomposed herself quickly enough and just shook her head at me. "Touch me again."

And so I did. This time I cupped her cheek lightly, feeling her soft skin rub against my hand. More shocks were drawn forth and she went from relatively recomposed to suddenly breathing hard, panting almost, sweat glistening on her forehead and a dangerous blush covering her cheeks.

"Sesange," she muttered, voice now filled with the same lusty tone as her daughters had been. It always shocked me how fast it worked.

She closed her eyes and turned her head deeper into my hand, snuggling it. She moaned and that sent me into overdrive. My dick throbbed in my pants and I nearly choked on my own saliva as I watched this crazy sexy MILF rub her face in my hand.

I heard her pulling at her cuffs, like she wanted to break free and then relent when they wouldn't budge. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. "Kiss me," she breathed.

A sudden barrage of shocks emanated from me to her, just like it did in the bathroom with her daughter. I found myself diving into her, tongue invading her mouth. We kissed, sloppy, wet, noisily. Both of my hands, with minds of their own, grabbed onto her face as we mashed lips.

She tasted like a light kimchi and it was fucking wonderful. At the same time, I was horrified at how I was assaulting her and even her moans did nothing to quell that. I wanted to pull away, to give her space and not force myself onto her as she was in a totally vulnerable state but my body was in control, not my mind.

Our tongues danced together inside her mouth. I felt her saliva on my tongue, tasted it, my body relishing it. My cock was now on fire, tenting my pants.

She was able to break away for just one second to say "pants down" before we continued to make out. She groaned into my mouth. Her lips were just so kissable, so sexy. My dick ached.

I did as she had said, mind still not in control. Somehow, I was able to slip out of my pants and underwear entirely. This worsened the blush that still resided on my face. My dick sprung out, standing at full attention. It brushed against her own pants.

Then, with a sexy moan, Song Yoon-ah dropped to her knees. The handcuffs rattled against the pole, likely preventing her from just grabbing hold of my dick.

She licked it with a tender passion, feeling my slit with her hot, wet tongue. The tongue and kisses rained down on the rest of my crown and her sudden slurping filled the room. It was noisy. It was wet. It was so totally hot.

She drifted down my shaft, my cock throbbing with delight. She was a MILF that knew how to put her mouth to good use.

My hands stayed by my side, which was a big relief. She was so helpless here and I didn't want to take advantage of that. If I could just get through this experiment without doing anything like I did to her daughter, then I would be golden.

It was also at that moment that I had realized she was essentially polishing her daughter's asshole off of my cock.

"Wait Song Yoon-ah! Stop sucking," I said, trying to sound commanding. But she didn't. She moaned instead and her tongue swirled around my lower shaft. I didn't know how else to say it so I ended up just blurting it out. "I was in your daughter's ass just an hour ago!"

She paused, looked up at me, and then said, "No wonder it tastes so delicious," before taking the tip in her mouth. Her tongue danced around it and she suckled on it like a pro.

It was so filthy, such a taboo delight that I couldn't help but groan, even as my cock that was coated in Jenni's ass degraded her mouth.

Song Yoon-ah fit more of me in her mouth and moaned, eyes shut tight. She must have been rocking an orgasm beneath it all because the sucking suddenly got intense and her body shook.

"Making a grown lady cum just by some dick sucking? Now that's a power!" I heard Jenni yell from her side of the room.

"Yea, I've noticed that I c-can do that..." I responded awkwardly. I wanted to scratch the back of my head, more as a move to do something with my hands than anything else but found them firmly locked by my side.

Song Yoon-ah's slurping sent feelings of rapturous delight shooting up my cock but that didn't prevent the mental battle from going on in my head. Should I tell them about the new development in my power?

She started to bob her head, bliss surging through my body with every delicious suckle. Her head twisted and turned to get better angles. Sometimes I poked her cheek, which was amazingly hot, other times I would graze the roof of her mouth. For such a civilized and educated lady, she sure knew how to give a hell of a blowjob.

I tried to ignore the feelings and think about what to do. I was mostly nervous about scaring them or making things more troublesome for them. Good ole Jason, never the bother. If a friend's mom told me to call her by her first name or even keep my shoes on inside the house, I was the type to refuse for fear of causing too much trouble. Doesn't make much sense looking back on it but that's just who I was.

Her handcuffs rattled some more against the pole as she pushed forward and had my dick hit the back of her throat. The sound it made was glorious, filling the room with something that approximated a *gluck gluck*. Her tiny Asian throat, begging for my cock to ram down it. I felt the pressure rising in my balls.

I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk anything hurting Song Yoon-ah in a state like this.

"Listen," I started, weakly as her perfect lips continued to form a tight seal around my cock, working it up and down in swift bobs. "I should explain something..." I went on to explain how I would lose control of my body when a series of shocks went off and that currently I was not in control of my body.

I realized, though, about halfway through my explanation that Song Yoon-ah wasn't going to stop blowing me, wasn't going to stop milking my cock for all it was worth with that perfect MILF mouth of hers.

"So like you're totally not in control?" Jenni asked. She had sauntered over here by this point, sitting on the desk right beside us, feet lazily swinging in the air.

"Right now? No..." I responded awkwardly.

"And it's voice commands that control you?"

"I guess." A small moan escaped my lips as she forced me cock to hit the back of her throat again. She was clearly listening, judging by the way she was watching us, but also clearly focused on those good feelings that I was able to create. A dutiful housewife that didn't once take a break from polishing my dick. It was terribly embarrassing for the daughter of the woman I was receiving a blowjob from to just be sitting there watching us but there wasn't much I could say at this point.

"Alright, then fuck her throat. She's asking for it, so might as well."

My body was reacting before she had even finished her sentence. I grabbed her hair, one hand on each side, got a good grip, and then I pulled her forward, hard. Her eyes immediately locked onto mine. I saw tears spring forth but there was no going back because I was already in her throat, the tight passage milking me for all I was worth and, judging by the soft purring that resonated through my cock, she might have even been enjoying herself.

"There you go, Jason! Put some elbow grease in! Really fuck that throat!" Jenni said, cheering me on.

I pulled out of her throat, which elicited a gag before slamming back in, going so deep that my balls slapped her chin and her nose squished against my pelvis. I had to admit, even though it was a horrible thing to do and I was utterly aghast, she did look cute, that sexy mature Korean nose scrunched up against my body, dick so deep in her throat that it brought tears to her eyes. It sure was a sight to behold.

I used the hold on her hair to start hammering her. My body acted like her mouth was a hole to fuck and she complied. I pulled her in and out relentlessly. Spittle bubbles out of her mouth, strands of saliva connected my balls to her mouth, dribbling down onto her shirt. And my dick bathed in the intensely pleasurable sensations.

The pressure in my balls started to swell immensely and I fought the rising urge to cum. Well, in actuality, there wasn't going to be much of a fight. Jenni's mom was just too good, her throat too tight. My body yanked on her hair repeatedly, fucking her like a machine.

"Cum right down her throat," Jenni cheered again from the sidelines and to my horror, my body listened. I slammed into her again, dick all the way down her throat and erupted. I came and I came hard. My brain was assaulted by the pleasure.

My nasty seed fired straight down her throat, dick throbbing as I came. Song Yoon-ah's throat continued to massage me as I came. I think my body even pulled harder on her hair as I did so, causing her to wince all the more but her shaking body indicated she was also cumming from a mixture of the pain and my touch.

My final spurt found its way down her esophagus and I immediately gained control, pulling out.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Song, are you okay?" I knelt beside.

She looked at me, hair frazzled, cum dribbling down her chin, and gave me a smile. "That was something I've never had done on me before. Regardless, we must continue testing."

And testing we did.

ع

This was the fourth round. My arms were tied behind my back in a stringent boxtie and I was currently laying on my back. Song Yoon-ah was riding me, also tied up in the same way I was, except her daughter decided to accentuate her chest by giving her a chest harness that caused her boobs to protrude even further.

We were both covered in layers of sweat but Mrs. Song didn't stop pumping my cock with that silky snatch of hers.

"Now, grab my tits, Jason," Song Yoon-ah ordered through a heavy panting.

Immediately, my arms started to fight against their bonds but Jenni had tied them too tight and I didn't make much progress.

Her warm, wet delight engulfed my cock. I groaned at the feeling of her pussy gripping me tightly as she worked up and down. My nuts tightened at how amazing it felt but still my arms didn't stop struggling. She too struggled against her ropes, wanting to rip them off and grab ahold of me but they stayed put.

"Ravish me, Jason. Turn me over and fuck me like a rag doll," she said, that cute accent of hers making it all the more sexy that this MILF was literally trying to get me to fuck her like she was just a sex toy. Her pussy squeezed mine as she picked up speed, slamming down harder and harder. She felt incredible as she slid up my shaft and back down it again.

My arms responded in kind to her commands. With a sudden, unexpected force, I ripped right through them. They instantly grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down onto the table, her now laying on her back, pussy sticking out off the table. My body hopped to the floor and sunk my dick back into her tight hole.

Then I went to town.

"Oh fuck Jason!" She cried as I destroyed her Korean MILF pussy. I plowed into her, hands gripping her hips. She squirmed underneath me, eyes shut tight, chest heaving, twisting and turning as I rammed into her.

"I can't stop!" I yelled in response but I think she already knew that. Her pussy juices sloshed against my leg as I slammed my cock in as deep as it could go, balls colliding against her ass with a satisfying slap.