Matias Aquirre | First year architecture student | Harem Hotel mommy kink edition

The camera pans to a wide-angle shot of a theater, with no windows or walls visible, instead thick red curtains serving their purpose.

The camera gradually zooms in until it reaches floor level, slowly climbs up the theater stage, a few inches above the floor, until it reaches a pair of black heels, and continues to climb as it focuses on long, thin legs, partially covered by a very transparent fabric. It pauses momentarily when it reaches the hips, wide and smooth, the same transparent fabric that covered the legs also covers the crotch, or so it should, given how thin it is you can see perfectly that the person wearing it is a woman, and she is not wearing panties. The camera wastes no time in rising, passing over the flat abdomen, until it reaches the breasts, which are visible through the clothing, which is now clearly a dress, round, firm and perky, lifted despite the lack of a bra, the erect nipples marking the fabric and forming a small tent against it.

Finally the camera reaches the face of the woman, a redhead with full lips and makeup the same color as her hair. She gives the spectators a seductive look, with a slight smile before introducing herself.

—Welcome dear viewers to a new season of Harem Hotel—, her voice echoes through the theater, which lacks natural acoustics, given its shape —. Let me introduce myself, I am Isabella, the host of this season, who will provide you with the most fetishistic entertainment you could ever hope for.

Before continuing, Isabella takes a seat in an elegant chair —, for those who tune into this universal frequency for the first time let me explain. Harem Hotel is a program dedicated to entertaining you, our dear viewers, with a competition between a group of women for the affection of their future lord and master, their master, whether you want it or not —, Isabella giggled, as if the idea amused her.

—Throughout the game our female contestants will go through a series of challenges, the degree of victory or failure in them will determine the ways in which they will be rewarded or punished. These punishments or rewards translate into transformations, which can alter their body, mind, or even the reality of their person, forcing them to live as something they are not —, she discreetly rearranged her legs, squeezing her thighs, and placed a hand on her lap to hide a stain that darkened the transparent fabric of her dress.

—Meanwhile the master of the harem, our male contestant, well he… —, she paused and put a finger to her chin —, well, he enjoys the benefits of having women **** to please him to retain a glimpse of his identity, or he is too shy to do anything about it, or that annoying human morality prevents him from trying to take advantage, at least at first.

Isabella gets up from her seat, camouflaging a hand gesture as a gesture, the stain that she previously covered with the other hand disappears. She walks around the room, on the fabric of the curtains appear recreations of events from previous seasons —. It is customary for each season of Harem Hotel to have a theme around which the transformations revolve, either of the slaves or the master. This season is no exception, this time the harem slaves will be turned into sexy mommies **** to please every whim of their child —, she licked her lips, before realizing what she did and covering her mouth with a palm. An uncomfortable cough came out of her throat before continuing —, and our dear master will have the fortune of leaving his life behind and spending eternity surrounded by beautiful milfs who will dedicate their entire lives to him.

She ended the tour of the projections in a door made up of two opposite curtains, which opened to show a shapeless darkness to which the camera slowly approached —, How about we meet the master of this season? —, Isabella made a gesture with both hands, as if inviting the camera to enter.

Matías was tired, don't scratch that, he was more than tired, he was exhausted. He had been in college for less than a semester and he was already thinking about leaving, not that he really could. Between his two-hour trip, just one way, all the materials he was carrying, models and plans, were killing him. Not to mention the tedious classes with professors who seemed like they wanted to do anything but be there.

He left the classroom with a stiff back and the feeling that his ass was flat after four hours of being crushed against his chair. While he put the corrected, rather destroyed, plans into his bag, he passed several of his classmates. He didn't talk to any of them, having a two-hour trip between his house and college took away the possibility of socializing, he had to leave now or by the time he got home it would be nighttime.

Before he could reach the stairs he was called by a shrill voice, he recognized the voice and cursed inwardly for such bad luck, if his talks were as usual, he would stay half an hour after class.

—Matías, please come, I have to talk to you —. It was, as he already knew, his math teacher, Professor Karla, a woman of about forty years old, dark brown hair, and tanned skin, she always wore loose clothing that hid her body, but if Matías had to bet, he would say that her body was average, medium breasts…

What was he thinking? It was not the time to fantasize about his teacher's body, in fact it was the worst of times. He moved his eyes away from her chest as quickly as possible, and looked into her eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She was waiting for him by the classroom door.

—I want to tell you about your performance during the last classes, I notice that you have fallen asleep, and your grades in the last assignments are getting lower and lower.

Matías began to dissociate, leaving the older woman's voice as background noise in his mind. He wondered what the hell was wrong with that woman; when he started college she seemed to like him, they even exchanged a couple of pleasant conversations, but for a while now she was bothering him whenever she could, pointing out every little mistake he made in his assignments with unnecessary brusqueness. And while it was normal for architecture professors to break models and cross out plans, she was obsessed with him, or so she thought.

Talks like these were also the problem; she was supposed to have more freedom of action in college than in high school; professors shouldn't go after their students like worried mothers. What was wrong with this woman?

— … if you don’t take steps to fix what’s happening you could jeopardize your career.

— Huh? Yes, you’re right, professor. I’m sorry to bother you. I — he yawned deeply — will take your warnings into account.

Karla frowned, clearly not believing him, but instead of continuing she gave up and gestured for him to continue and leave.

Matías turned around, quickening his pace. He had wasted a lot of time “chatting” with the professor. He hoped he could get to the train on time. Maybe he could take a nap on the trip before getting home. It would do him good. He hadn’t been able to sleep properly for… he couldn’t remember when was the last time he slept well. In his head there were only images of sleepless nights working on models or plans, or crying out of frustration. At times like this he wondered why he had chosen a career in architecture instead of any other.

«Why didn’t you know what else to do?» he thought with a sigh.

…

I bow my head in an attempt to relieve a headache that had been increasing since the morning, my ponytail hitting the back of my seat. I let my body go limp, letting myself be carried by the swaying of the train. Luckily it was Saturday, in those days the carriages were almost always empty, like today in which I was the only passenger.

He placed his backpack on his lap, partially covering his red pants and white shirt. He was tired, he couldn't remember the last time he had free time, to meet up with his friends, or even do something that wasn't related to college. Wake up, travel, classes, travel, study, sleep, repeat.

And of course things would get worse, he knew it. «I still have to get a job.» He frowned with his eyes still closed. «Mom works too much.» He also reminded himself of several of his other things to do, like spending the day with his father the day after tomorrow. A pending assignment for his materials class, and reading the introduction to architecture three, because some crazy person thought that two books weren't enough.

He tried, and failed, to relax, despite how sleepy he was, the constant movement of the train prevented him from even taking a ten-minute nap. In fact, the train was moving too much, more than usual, it practically seemed like it would derail. «What the hell is going on?»

Matías opened his eyes suddenly and tried to look out the window, but something strange happened to him, his eyes went out of focus and he was left staring at nothing, almost as if he were in a trance while the train shook, little by little the movement calmed down and with it it seemed that the boy regained consciousness in pieces, even with his eyes out of focus small thoughts managed to build themselves in his head, among them the most predominant one was the one that, at first glance, was most out of tune with the situation.

«I want my Legos»

Without warning the train stopped completely and the doors opened, Matías, as if lightly pushed by a ****, was led to the exit of the train. It was evident that his mind had not yet fully recovered, since it did not react to the emptiness that extended outside the train.

«I want a hot bath»

With that last wandering thought he took a step forward, entering the darkness.

A roar of applause echoed through the theater, bringing Matías out of his reverie. Startled, he looked from side to side, bewildered by the abrupt change in his surroundings.

— I wasn’t… — he began to wonder, before his mind fully reacted and he realized that it was, in fact, impossible to go from a train to a theater. He turned around to see where he came from, only to find himself facing a wall behind him. He turned around again, looking for the source of the applause, but there were no people or speakers.

— What the fuck! — His rational mind began to collapse at the impossibility of his situation. He was putting his hand to his head as his headache worsened and the impossibility of what surrounded him became more evident in his head.

He was about to let out a senseless scream until something interrupted him, a sweet, mature voice, oozing sensuality distracted him from his imminent collapse. — Let us welcome the master of this season, and welcome you, master of the harem, to your dream come true.

When Matías turned around all his stress seemed to disappear, replaced by a growing excitement. Before him stood a half-naked woman, no, rather naked for what those clothes were good for, who approached him putting one foot in front of the other while shaking her hips. He opened his mouth to say something, and it stayed open. Unconsciously he noticed how the woman was a head and a little taller than him, even without heels she would be much taller than him. When they were finally face to face, or rather tits to face, she placed two of her fingers under his chin and closed his mouth.

«Very soft» was the only thing he managed to think when he noticed the delicacy of that woman's fingers.

—I'm also delighted to meet you, master —, the goddess, because that was the only thing that woman could be in Matías's eyes, a goddess with a perfect body, smiled at him. But something was wrong with that expression, she was too beautiful, too perfect, too... everything, she didn't seem human. Even worse was the way she looked at him, inspecting every part of him from top to bottom, stopping her eyes for too long on a point below his waist.

Disturbed by that face, but not enough to lower his erection, the discomfort brought the boy out of the trance, and he remembered that, in fact, what was happening to him was not natural.

— Get away! —the non-woman woman shouted at him, taking a step back —, I don't know who you are, but I warn you, I have pepper spray —, she put a hand inside her bag.

Ignoring the threat as if he were a child who said something particularly ridiculous or funny, the woman advanced —, no, that's a lie, although it is true that you have pepper spray, this morning you forgot it at home before going to college.

Once again he was in shock, it was impossible that- He felt inside his backpack, the small plastic cylinder was not there.

—Now leave that, your throne awaits you, teacher —, the woman approached before Matías could react and placed a hand on his lower back, she applied ****, in fact it was delicate, just like when she closed his mouth, but somehow it felt as if it were impossible to resist her, and the boy's legs moved on their own.

After a few steps he was guided to a throne, a carved wooden chair, with velvet bedspreads and a backrest that was taller than him.

The woman removed her hand from his lower back to place it on his shoulder and **** him, with the same delicacy as before, to sit in that chair. He immediately tried to get up, but it was impossible, his butt was stuck to that chair in a way he didn't understand. If before there was a mere possibility, inside his mind, of explaining what was happening to him, now those possibilities went out the window.

—Please don't do anything to me, don't hurt me —. It was the first thing that occurred to him to say.

—Believe me, master, if I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't notice. But you shouldn't be afraid, you're not here to entertain us with your pain, that's another program —. He made a dramatic gesture raising his arms —. This is Harem Hotel, and we will make all your fantasies come true —, as he spoke the name of the program was written with lines of light on his arms in a stylized font.

—I died, the train derailed and I died, I'm in a hallucination of my dying brain —. It was the only logical conclusion, at least the only one for Matías. He lowered his head and looked at nothing.

Discouraged, the woman dropped her arms, bouncing her breasts in the process —, and one strives to impress. No master, you are not dead, in fact from now on you will be more alive than ever, because we will give you your own harem that will dedicate their lives to supplying each one of your needs, thanks to Harem Hotel —, she repeated the gesture and magic trick again, writing the name of the program in light.

But Matías continued to stare into the void, processing the fact that he was dead, or dying, and the only thing that occurred to his mind in his last moments was to put him in a strange theater with an exhibitionist woman who promised him a harem. Somehow he didn't feel as pathetic as he should.

— Exhibitionist? For your information, I dress like this for my own pleasure, not that of others —. With an offended gesture, the woman snapped her fingers in front of her guest's eyes.

In one moment, Matías understood that he was not, in fact, dying, that this was real, and that the woman in front of him was not an exhibitionist. It was as obvious as the sky is blue, the rain falls, and the English have no good taste.

—Whoa, WHOA! —he looked around as if for the first time, understanding everything in a new light. —SHIT!

—Now that we're done with the mandatory period of disbelief we can continue. Let me introduce myself, I'm Isabella, the host of this season of Harem Hotel, and the means to achieve your dreams. In this program we will give you, the master of this season, a harem of women related in some way to your life to be your devoted slaves. What do you think?

—No, wait —, she tried to get up from her throne, forgetting that her ass was glued to the seat, she failed and gave up, raising her hands in a gesture of denial —. This is crazy, I can't believe it- In fact I do believe it. Why the fuck do I believe it? This is ridiculous, out of billions of people in the world, from millionaires to homeless people, I, specifically me, was dragged into this —, she made a gesture pointing with her palms straight to her chest.

—There are millions. And as impossible as it may seem to you, master, you have no other choice but to accept what is happening to you, you were lucky, you will be given a life of infinite pleasure, free of all worry or need —. With each word Isabella, as he now knew her name, seemed more and more excited, to the point that she began to bite her lower lip, who knows what she was imagining, and that scared Matías.

—No, it's not that, well, yes, I say no. What I'm trying to say is that I'm just starting college, I don't have a job, I could barely help my parents, you can't give me a harem. Also, did you say you would bring women I know? How am I supposed to even accept that too.

Isabella suddenly became deadly serious, she dropped her dramatic mannerisms and seductive gestures. She leaned down to be face to face with the harem master and looked him straight in the eyes —. It seems to me that you are not really understanding what I am telling you, it is not that you did something to deserve this, or that you did not do it, that does not matter, you are here and there is no turning back, it will happen whether you want it or not and I recommend that you accept it and enjoy it —. As if an idea occurred to her, she smiled and slightly raised herself to put her breasts at the height of the boy's head —, besides, I know you, more than you know yourself, I know what you fear and what you hate. I know that you hate responsibilities, you hate studying, you hate the idea that you have to work, to get up every day for a job that you know does not please you, only to spend the little money you get on things that do not matter to you, over and over again for the rest of your life without having a single moment of joy like the ones you had before. Can you imagine it, a life of work, wasting more time of your life so that someone earns more money in a single day than you would earn in a year?

Isabella's words, as much as he didn't want to admit it, sank his heart, he felt the weight of her words in his chest, and they terrified him. Matías, as much as he hated what his life was now, knew that what she was proposing to him was not only immoral, but a fantasy, no one lived without doing anything, without working, without worries and only dedicated to their entertainment, only children lived like that. He looked away. Isabella, as if knowing his thoughts, sketched a smile that, from Matías's perspective, was a little creepy. With that delicacy that could not be opposed, she used her hand to turn his head so that he could look at her again. "Ah, but you are wrong, master," she said the last word as if it were full of power and meaning. "You have seen that I can achieve the impossible, **** you to do things, transform the world and make something appear from nothing, this is not a fantasy, it is something plausible, something that will happen." Besides — she leaned closer, practically shoving her tits in his face — I swear to you, and you know what I say is true, there are no consequences, when this is over there will be no repercussions for you, do not fear punishment or retaliation, because I guarantee you will never worry about anything in your life again.

Hesitant, still unsure of anything, and feeling that he would regret it later, Matias nodded.

“Excellent,” Isabella straightened up — things will be easier if you cooperate. But now that we are done with your introduction, let's meet the first member of your harem, and I can tell you in advance, it is someone you know very well — she headed to the same place where Matias had come from, those curtains had returned without him noticing, replacing the brick wall — family friend, close to your mother, secret conspirator, let's welcome…