Chapter 22

When I woke up, Amara was pressed against my right side in her usual place. Her warm body moulded against my side, with her soft breasts pressed against me, one leg hooked over mine, her bronzed skin feeling like smooth silk against my own. Elsa and Elsie were spooned together on my left. Elsa pressed close against her sister’s back, holding her twin close. She had one arm wrapped around Elsie’s waist, the other gently cupping one of her breasts. One of Elsie’s hands was over her sister’s on her stomach, their fingers interlocked, while with the other she was holding hands with Amara across my chest.

Just behind Amara were Emily and Pip. The submissive nymphomaniac was on her back, the welts, bruises, and other signs of last night already healed, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. Pip was half laid over the slightly shorter girl, and using Emily’s tits as a pillow. With her short height and petite frame, the punky sub’s D-cups looked almost disproportionately large compared to the rest of her. She had a similar build to that of my older sister Lauren: short and stacked.

I took all of this in within seconds of waking up. Thanks to my powers, I had an immediate sense of the exact position and current emotional and physical state of the girls in my harem. As wonderful as Amara’s and the twins’ reassuringly comforting bodies felt pressed against me, it was the touch of my mother that held my focus upon waking.

Laid on her front, between my legs, my mother had the head of my cock in her mouth, and was running her skilled tongue over the most sensitive parts of my dick. She had one pale hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking from the base of my shaft all the way up to her lips, which were sealed just below the glans. It was a bit of a change from the normal deepthroat blowjobs I was used to getting from my girls, but no less pleasurable. The shallow up and down movement of her lips sliding over my flared head, combined with the feel of her tongue, and her steadily stroking hand felt fantastic.

Laura was in a similar position to my mother, but further down the bed, with her head between my mother’s thighs. My mom’s submissive lover provided a gradually increasing flow of sexual energy as she licked my mom’s pussy. She was a quick study and was already quite adept at giving my mother exactly what she liked.

“Oh, fuck” I groaned.

“What a way to wake up.”

My mom’s lips popped off my cock, and she pressed a single slender finger to her lips in a ‘Shush’ sign. She flashed me a smile before wrapping her lips around my cock again. I let my head drop back to rest on the plump feather-down pillow and let the bliss of my mother’s oral talents take me away. By the time I had fallen asleep last night, I had almost completely exhausted my power reserves. The few hours of sleep I got had managed to restore some of my sexual energy levels, but only a few simple commands worth.

The steadily increasing flow of energy from the blowjob I was receiving, plus the tender attention of Laura’s tongue against her mistress’ pussy, was both a soothing balm and an invigorating rush. The last wisps of morning grogginess were burnt away, and the physical stress from last night’s vigorous orgy faded away.

The ability to give a phenomenal blowjob seemed to be a skill that all the women in my family shared, and both my mother and older sister had the benefit of experience on top of their natural talent. If not for the otherworldly sex genie currently sleeping a few feet away, I would never have believed anyone could do better. Even so, mom and Lauren were tied for a very close second, their talented mouths able to induce spectacular, toe curling, mind-blowing orgasms in both men and women; but only one of them was currently in bed with me right now. I made no effort at holding myself back, and less than ten minutes later, I came.

Mom kept her lips sealed around my cock just below the fat head, her icy blue eyes locked with mine, passion burning within them. I stifled my groans to avoid waking anyone else as I unloaded into her mouth. Rather than the powerful, thick ropes of cum I usually fired, my jizz poured from my cock in a single, long, continuous stream. Unfazed, mom drank it down, one mouthful after another, moaning softly at the delicious taste of my cum.

The taste of her son’s cum flowing over her tongue, combined with the extensive tongue-lashing she was receiving from her younger lover, sent her into the throes of her own orgasm. She groaned as she swallowed down my load, her legs quivering as she gushed her own creamy load into Laura’s mouth. The double rush of sexual energy was exactly what I needed after last night’s exertions. Still just a tiny fraction of the power I had grown used to holding the past few days, but depleted as I was, I savoured every drop.

Holding the last of my jizz in her mouth, mom pulled off my cock, spun around, and pulled Laura in for a kiss, pushing my load into her mouth. Laura, having been on the same wavelength as a mom, had kept some of mom’s creamy juices in her own mouth. They kissed, mixing and sharing the load until a faint aftertaste was all that remained.

Standing from the bed and walking towards the bathroom, my mom paused in the doorway. She turned towards me and beckoned me with a single slender finger, before slipping out the door, swinging her hips as she went. Moving without waking the girls who were cuddled against me was an impossible task. I kissed Amara softly as she stirred, and she smiled as she drifted back to sleep. Using my powers sparingly as possible, I made sure the girls remained asleep, their need for rest greater than my own.

When I leaned over to kiss Laura, who was seated on the edge of the bed, she moaned into the kiss and pressed herself against me.

“Last night was amazing,” she said tiredly, but with a smile.

Unlike mom, who had swallowed a stomach full of my invigorating cum, Laura had only received half of the mouthful from the kiss, which wasn’t enough to fully wake her up. With a weary smile, Laura slipped into the warm spot on the bed I had just left. Amara and the Twins snuggled close against my replacement, while Emily and Pip remained completely asleep throughout the entire process.

I followed my mom’s footsteps, and found her in the family bathroom of the main suite. To simply call it a bathroom felt like an understatement. It was larger than my bedroom back home. Marble flooring and polished granite countertops, his and hers sinks, and an honest to god sunken hot tub large enough for ten people. The shower was equally massive, with room for my entire harem; it was more of a shower room.

Multiple wall and ceiling mounted showerheads could spray water from every direction, and a touch screen panel recessed into the wall let me control everything from water pressure to light colour. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the glorious sight of water cascading down my mom’s smooth and toned backside. The perfect mix of fit athleticism and feminine curves. She was a goddess. A mature and sexy MILF who had doubtlessly inspired many fantasies in all my male friends’ minds.

Although she was more than twice my age, calling her a ‘mature’ beauty was kind of unfair. True, she was the eldest of all the girls in my harem and a mother of 4, but at 37, she was still very much in her prime. Her healthy and active lifestyle, combined with her blessed genetics, made her look closer to 30 than 40. More than once, people had trouble believing her when she told them she had a 20-year-old daughter. If Lauren had taken more after our mother like the twins had, the two of them could have easily passed for sisters.

Moving up behind her, my hands found her hips as I kissed her neck. I slid my hands around to her toned stomach, feeling the lightly defined abs as I moved my hands higher. She moaned and leaned back against me as I grabbed her tits—D-cups like Lauren, but teardrop-shaped rather than round and gravity-defying. Both my mother and Laura shared this slightly more bottom heavy shape, and I loved it.

It’s not like I was playing favourites. I loved how Pip’s little B-cups jiggled and shook, and how perky the twin’s firm orange-sized C’s were. However, the swing, bounce, and slap of mom’s pillowy soft, pendulous, almost jello-like breasts was simply amazing.

“I think that as Harem Mother, it would fall to you to ensure that a blowjob was included as part of my wake-up routine every morning,” I said between kisses.

Mom laughed softly while rubbing her spectacular ass back against my throbbing erection, trapping it between her firm cheeks.

“I had a feeling you might like that. Amara said you would be low on power when you woke up. It was her idea.”

I pinched her nipples, which had hardened into tight little knots, making her moan again.

“But I’m sure I can come up with some sort of schedule. Maybe a rotating roster, so none of the girls feel left out. I know the twins would try to monopolise your cock if we gave them the chance,” she said, while reaching between her legs and guiding my cock into the warm embrace of her pussy.

We both gasped and moaned at the incestuous union between mother and son. So wickedly taboo, but so deliciously perfect. Every mother and son should be able to experience this. The fantastic physical sensations aside, it strengthens the deep emotional and loving connection between us. To be so intimate with a loved one, especially the very woman that bore and raised you, was a truly unique and beautiful thing. The maternal connection between mother and child couldn’t be imitated or faked.

I didn’t want to play favourites, but the intimacy I shared with my mother was unique. That parental connection was different to anything I shared with the others. Just as Amara and I had a different connection compared to my relationship with the twins, and my relationships with the twins differed to the ones I had with Emily, Pip, and Laura. It wasn’t just the naughtiness of being related, there was just something more I couldn’t quite quantify or put into words.

“Oh, baby,” mom moaned back at me as I filled her pussy.

She leaned forward, bracing her forearms against the wall, and widened her stance slightly. Just like the rest of her body, her pussy was incredible. It was hard to believe my mom had given birth to four children. The way it gripped my cock as I pulled back, and then quivered as I pushed back in, was fantastic. Every thrust of my cock spread the silken walls of her cunt, my balls slapping against her clit just as the tip of my cock kissed against her cervix.

My hips slapping against mom’s ass made it ripple slightly, the force of my thrusts rocking her body forward, her big tits swinging wildly beneath her. I slid my hands up from her hips to grab a hold of her tits, revelling in their softness of her breasts again.

“Oh, baby. Your cock feels so good,” mom moaned.

“And your pussy feels amazing, mom,” I groaned in response, fucking her harder, the clap of flesh against flesh adding to the noise of the shower, echoing off the tiles.

I could feel my orgasm growing close, my normally legendary stamina being slightly lower than normal because I was at such low levels of power. The way she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze and tug at my cock as I filled her pussy was amazing. Still groping her breasts with my left hand, I moved the other to her clit and strummed the sensitive cluster of nerves. My mother’s head snapped back, her blonde hair whipping around to slap wetly against her back.

“Oh, my Gawd!” mom exclaimed as her pussy clamped down on my cock.

The sudden increase in pressure set me off. Pinning her to the shower wall, I thrust fully into her spasming cunt and yelled as I came. The pressure that had been building up in my balls surged up my cock, peaking at the head. The explosion of heat that flooded my mother’s cunt with my jizz made me dizzy with euphoric pleasure. The rush of our combined sexual energy was almost as incredible as the actual orgasm itself. As was always the case with either my mother or one of my sisters, the deeper emotional connection we shared magnified the sexual energy we generated.

“Hmm, that was wonderful,” my mother purred in satisfaction, looking adoringly over her shoulder at me.

“It was,” I agreed with a passionate kiss. We stayed like that, with me pressed against her back and her squished against the wall as we softly made out for a little while before finally separating.

With no small amount of playful and gratuitous washing of each other’s naughty bits, we managed to finish our shower without having sex again. It was amazing for me to see how much my mother had changed since she had rediscovered and embraced her sexuality. Laura was no doubt a large part of that. The fact that we were naked and still enjoying the afterglow of some fantastic sex aside, the playful and more energetic attitude she was displaying recently was a new side to her.

But looking at her now as she dried off and checked herself in the mirror, I noticed that she appeared even more youthful than she had before. Her skin seemed to be just slightly smoother and tighter. The minor start of laughter lines and crow’s feet had faded from around her mouth and eyes. It reminded me a bit of what had happened with the twins. If our first orgy had caused them to grow rapidly, could it cause the reverse in my mother, making her appear younger than she already looked like she was?

Then again, it could also just be a side effect of being so much happier, and the powerful effects of my cum, which she had received in vast quantities last night.

“So, last night was a lot of fun, but did it work?” Mom asked, while wrapping herself in one of the plush cotton bathrobes provided by the hotel.

“I can definitely feel it. But I’m not sure about trying anything with it just yet. I don’t know just how much energy it will use, and I don’t want to run out of power halfway through changing something.”

Stepping close and wrapping her arms around me, my mom looked down at me, her height just a couple of inches taller than my own.

“I can’t even try to understand what it must feel like to do what you can. But I understand the temptation. I’m very proud of you for showing so much restraint. I can think of many people who wouldn’t show even half as much control.”

“Well, I know my mother would box my ears if I went and got myself hurt or tried to take over the world,” I said with a wry smile.

“Well, how about we make sure you have plenty of energy to spare? There’s a bedroom full of girls, who I know would be happy to help”.

I was very tempted, but before I could act on that temptation, my stomach rumbled, announcing its need for food. I was starving. Ever since Amara’s magic had caused my body to become stronger and faster than what was normally possible, my metabolism had become super jacked. Now, my normal required daily intake was several times greater than it had been before. I could probably work through 10000 calories a day without impacting my weight, and without having to substantially increase my level of physical activity.

I could survive almost exclusively off of sexual energy, but it wasn’t a long-term, healthy thing to do. It was like drinking an energy drink. Okay for a quick burst of energy to keep you going for a few hours, but not suitable as a long-term replacement for proper food and rest. Even my enhanced body still needed carbs, protein, natural sugars, essential vitamins and minerals ... All the things a balanced diet should provide. Although, now that I thought about it, in the case of my girls, there was the possibility of another food group. Cum! Copious amounts of the stuff, multiple times a day.

“As much as I would enjoy that, I need to refill my more mundane fuel tank first.”

“Well, I had a delicious liquid breakfast full of protein, so I think I’ll go and check in on the girls,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“Better than a powdered protein shake?”

“Much better. You could bottle it and sell it to women everywhere.” She said as she made her way back to the bedroom.

Even as much as I cum, I don’t think that would be a sustainable or very economic business model. Still, I wonder just how long a girl could survive on my massive loads of cum? The Twins, for sure, would be eager to experiment. My 14-year-old cum-slut little sisters would leap at the opportunity to guzzle down my cum three (or more) times a day. I, however, needed something a little more filling right now.

Rather than risk waking any of the girls, I quietly collected my suitcase from where I had left it the night before, then went to the adjoining apartment. While waiting for the girls to get ready last night, I had briefly explored the second penthouse apartment. It was very similar to the main penthouse, just slightly smaller.

Closing the connecting door, I made my way through the apartment, whereupon I picked up the phone mounted by the door to order enough breakfast for four, and then added two dozen donuts and three carafes of coffee. I dressed myself in short order, and before long, an elderly maid arrived with a trolley laden with food. She smiled, wished me a good morning, and promptly departed. I took the trolley over to the living room area, switched on the giant flat screen, and caught up on the goings-on in the world while working my way through a comically large breakfast.

Being caught up in the crazy story that my life had become, I had been largely cut off from the outside world over Christmas. Not much had changed in my absence, it seemed. Politics still made no sense. One party voting against something they had previously advocated for, now that their opposition were the ones writing the legislation. Violence dominated the headlines, with a layer of oversold sensationalism to drive the story and ratings. The weather was classically British, with a rainy forecast for most of the week.

Now, having been suitably depressed at the state of the world, but with a full stomach, I was ready to get on with the day. After stacking all the now empty plates, I called down to the front desk to collect the empty trolley. With the sheer quantity of food I had just eaten, my stomach should have had a food-baby looking like I was 6 months pregnant. Instead, I still had a flat and defined 6 pack.

I was amazed every day by the way the bonding process has changed my body. There was no physical way that such a massive quantity of food should even have been able to fit inside my body, hyper fast metabolism or not. Reaching the limits of the human body was one thing, but using magic to push beyond the laws of physics? You’d drive yourself crazy trying to comprehend everything involved.

With my food-based tank taken care of, I looked inwards at my sexual energy levels. The oral threesome with mom and Laura and the following shower sex had given me a nice boost, taking the edge off any immediate needs. The colossal breakfast helped a small amount, but was mostly for the benefit of my more mundane needs.

It was still significantly less sexual energy than what I had become accustomed to holding, but it was enough to give me the confidence that I could at least use my mental powers with little risk of running out. Having grown accustomed to how much power a given change required, I was comfortable using my first power with my current stockpile of energy; but mental changes and physical changes are entirely different beasts. I mean, I wasn’t going to be starting any massive orgy’s anytime soon, but a dozen or so simple commands were well within my abilities.

It certainly wasn’t enough to experiment with my most recent wish, though, as I had no idea just how much energy it would take to change either my own or someone else’s body. I thought it was best to build a good reservoir of power before attempting something that could potentially drain my life force if things went wrong. That was something I actively tried to avoid.

I expected all the girls would be needing a few more hours of rest, with Amara possibly needing a few more. So, I decided to wait and let them sleep and get up when they were ready. When I made my first wish, it had been just Amara, the twins, and I. While taking the twin’s virginity provided an unexpectedly powerful wish, it was just four of us, and I didn’t have the same amount of energy to sustain me as I did last night.

I can’t imagine the strain it must have put Amara through to absorb and channel the combined sexual energy of all six girls, plus myself and her. While she was a genie, a sex djinn built to withstand that kind of thing, last night, she must have harnessed the power of about a hundred orgasms. Actually, come to think about it, it was probably much more than a hundred.

I came either in or on each girl at least three times, and they were all linked to orgasm when I did. So, if I had managed to cum over 20 times, it meant each girl also came over 20 times, plus their own orgasms that they gave each other.

As I tallied things, I realised it was probably closer to 200, possibly even more depending on how many orgasms the girls had with each other. The last few hours of the night were kind of hazy, with riding a high of ecstasy and feeling the effects of so much physical exertion.

That was another thing I hadn’t considered about this new life I was living: having so much sex was hard work. Turns out that if you want to get fit, you just need to have as much sex as possible. It’s a hell of a lot more fun than going to the gym. If not for the improvements to my physical stamina and strength, the amount of power I supplied for my wishes, as well as the recharge time, would be severely impacted by my physical limitations. Still, even without my harem joining me, in a hotel this large and in a city where a fair amount of the population was young university students, I’m sure I could find all sorts of fun ways to recover some of my sexual energy.

I was itching to test my new power but still cautious, not wanting to use it when I was still low on power. Unsure of how much it would take out of me to use my new ability, I felt I should be careful not to use my powers too widely. Making a mental change was one thing, but to make an actual physical change ... I had a feeling it would be much more taxing. Still, I was in a hotel full of people, some of whom I’m sure would make recharging my powers a most enjoyable and entertaining experience.

I headed down to the hotel’s cafe & bar that adjoined the lobby to people-watch for a while. I’d always enjoyed watching people going about their day and wondering what they were thinking, where they were going. Even if I didn’t have to speculate about their thoughts anymore, I still enjoyed it. Plus, an opportunity to continue refilling my sexual energy might present itself.

Taking the elevator to the lobby, I had two choices. To the left was the hotel restaurant that was open to both hotel guests and the public. Opposite, on the other side of the lobby, was a bar that was exclusively for hotel guests. I had already eaten enough to feed a small family, so I headed to the bar to pick a suitable spot to watch the comings and goings in the lobby.

I was walking across the marble floor when my enhanced hearing picked up an argument going on in the far corner of the lobby. I looked over to see a broad-shouldered man in an expensive looking tailored suit, arguing with a teenage girl wearing a miniskirt and a white silk blouse.

“ ... and that’s final,” the man said. “You’re too young to wander around a city you don’t know on your own, especially in a skirt that short!” he finished.

“I’m not a child anymore, dad. I’m 15, almost 16, and I’ve been stuck in this hotel for three days,” the exasperated teen replied.

“Then start acting your age, quit dressing like a slut, and handle yourself with some decorum!”

“You can’t-” the young girl said before she was cut off.

“No means no, Lacey, and that’s final!” the man, who was obviously her father, said forcefully.

“I hate being here with you!” The shout drew a few stares from the hotel staff and guests.

“Well, you should have thought about that before you got yourself expelled again. That’s the third boarding school now. Since I clearly can’t trust you to behave if I leave you at home, what other choice did I have but to bring you?”

“Dad, I-” she started before her father cut her off again.

“No. We’re not having this discussion anymore. Go back to the room and stay there. As I won’t be back from this meeting until late, you will have to order room service for lunch and dinner.” With that, he turned and left the lobby, then slid into a waiting black car outside.

I continued on and sat down at the bar, grabbing a drinks menu to browse, when the girl sat down a few seats over with an exasperated sigh. I glanced over to read her bubble.

Lacey, 15, Not a Virgin.

Height - 5’6”

Weight - 48kg

30B - 24- 30

Health - Good

STI – Negative

Relationship Status - Single

Orientation - Bi-Sexual

The barmaid wandered over and asked her for her order. She was pretty cute too, a 23-year-old blonde, 5’7”, with a nice body beneath the fitted blouse and skirt she wore. Her bubble and name badge read: Erika.

“I’ll have a rum and coke,” Lacey told her.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID first...”Erika said. Then when no ID was forthcoming.

“I didn’t think so.”, slightly amused that the young-looking girl even had the audacity to try.

At this point, I decided to intervene.

“It’s fine; it sounds like she needs it. Don’t worry, this can be our little secret,” I said with a light touch of power in my voice.

Lacey looked over curiously as Erika mixed her drink without question.

I got a pretty clear sense of her thoughts as she looked me over. She was curious about how I convinced the bartender, who had shut her down so quickly. I didn’t look 18. I barely looked older than Lacey did. She thought I was cute, but my lack of designer clothing or a flashy watch made her lose interest slightly.

“I’ll have just a coke. You can put them both on my card,’ I said, handing over my gold room card.

To reduce the risk associated with serving alcohol to non-hotel customers, all orders were charged to the room instead of accepting cash or card at the bar. Lacey’s eyes widened slightly when I handed over a gold card with the embossed letters “V.I.P.” stamped across it. I felt her interest in me renew slightly when she discovered I had a V.I.P. card.

“Here you are, sir. If you need anything at all during your stay, just ask for Erika.” She said as she placed my drink in front of me, leaning forward a little more than she should have needed to in the process.

If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a flirty tone in her voice that I didn’t need my powers to pick up on. I might just have to come back when her shift is finished. With her flirty girl next door look and attitude, I could certainly see myself enjoying some extra special ‘customer service’.

I didn’t look over at Lacey as I took a sip of my coke, but I could tell she wanted me to strike up a conversation, now suddenly more interested in me after seeing my room card. Keeping my eyes forward, I discreetly watched her reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. Undoing an extra button and pulling her blouse lower showed off the little cleavage she had, while exposing the dark blue lace edging of her bra. She swept a few stray hairs behind her ear; the rest of her straight, blonde hair she wore loose, and it fell to a few inches below her shoulders.

“It’s my dad’s fault, really,” she said, almost hopefully, in an attempt to start a conversation with this interesting young stranger.

I just took another sip of my coke and continued to watch the bar mirror. She changed tactics and slid two seats over to sit next to me, turning her body slightly to face me while emphasising her curves. Her new position let the silk blouse cling to her body, outlining her slender, youthful body. Her hips just widened slightly, giving her a more developed female form. She crossed her legs, making her mini skirt slide dangerously high on her legs, exposing her thigh almost to the hip.

“I’m Lacey,” she said while flicking her blonde hair back.

I caught an errant thought from Erika that made me smile.

‘God, she’s desperate. If she pushes her chest any further forward, she’ll pop a disk’.

I imagined Erika saw her fair share of flirting every day, no small amount directed at her while working the bar. Lacey must really have been laying it on thick for her to take any sort of notice.

I decided to finally acknowledge her and turned to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes looked almost desperate.

“Thor,” I replied.

“Thor?” she questioned, furrowing her brow. “Like the Norse god?” I’m surprised she knew that. With recent media attention, most people would have said, “Like the superhero?”

“Yep,” I replied. Still with a cool, detached air, making her work for it.

“Just without the hammer, right?” she said with a slightly awkward chuckle. I don’t think Lacey was used to having to work this hard to get someone’s attention.