Maybe the plan works a little too well.

You knock on Tracey's door. It’s opened by a redheaded woman who appears to be in her late 20's. She looks five feet tall, short especially compared to you. She is slightly chubby, though most of that weight is in her tits and her ass. She is a textbook short-stack and she’s also clearly a MILF despite the bedhead, wrinkled bathrobe, and exhausted expression on her face.

You ask, "Oh, Hi. I’m looking for Tracey's mom. Is she around?"

She looks at you and her face lights up and leans against the doorway trying to be seductive with the effect being ruined by a strand of hair constantly being in her face. She adopts a breathy sultry voice, "I am she, who wants to know."

You exclaim in surprise, "You look like an older sister!"

She giggles, "I get that a lot, I do my best to take care of my skin. Also call me Samantha, it would be so cumbersome if you had to call me 'Tracey's Mom’ all the time. Are you one of her friends?"

You say "I’m… her boyfriend. I heard from her that you had a fight last night."

She looked disappointed for a second, until she got a predatory look on her face and she began to speak, "Boyfriend huh? I was surprised to learn that she had one. But now that I see you face-to-face, I know why. Please come in for...coffee."

Then another woman comes in though a side room. She asks with a puzzled look on her face, "Samantha, who is that?" She’s a tall blond, she looked like an older Tracey. She then stopped dead in her tracks, looking at you with a flash of hunger and desire. you realized in that moment that she was Tracey's actual mom. Who was this woman?

Samantha looked at you coyly, "Just Tracey's boyfriend, El." She leaned in closely, whispering in your ear, "When you tire of playing with little girls, I’ll show you what a real woman can do." She walks to the bathroom, swaying her hips as she does so. Soon you hear a shower running.

you can swear you can hear her moan. It seems that you don't need magic to attract the attention of a woman.

Tracey’s mom looks at you, shyly shuffling in place, she speaks. "I’m Tracey’s mother, Eleanor. That was Samantha, my ex-husband’s sister. She mostly comes around here to mooch food from us when she’s too lazy to cook for herself, or sometimes to bring men when her apartment is too far." She sighs. “But Tracey loves her fun Aunt Sam, so I don’t ban her.” She then looks at you with a meek expression with a hungry undercurrent, "Would you like to come in? I’d like to talk with you."

You step inside. You think the spell worked, and you know what she really wants, but you try to keep your head. You listen to the tall blonde speak. "You understand that I am skeptical of men, especially where my daughter is concerned. She had...a bad experience with a man. After that, I was happy that she was gay, because she’d never have to face a man like that again. She and her girlfriend are so cute together by the way. I think they’re soulmates.

It was quite a shock when she came home wearing a collar with a tag declaring her the property of some ‘Dave’. Then she said she now thinks she’s actually queer or pansexual or something, and is leaving Leah to serve her new master. I don't want her to leave a relationship that is good for her, to try to be something she is not.” You remember how strange you felt about it when you discovered Tracey was a lesbian. If you had known, you would have never cast the spell on her.

Eleanor continues, “Besides, a handsome man like you could have any women you want." She leans forward to show off her cleavage, and spreads her legs just a bit, trying to subtly flash you. She clearly has a particular woman in mind when she says 'you can have any woman'.

You smile and say to her, "I know what you mean. I promise you, I will do my best to protect her and to respect her wishes. If she ever wants to, she can leave me with no hard feelings." You neglect to mention that thanks to the spell, she will never want to leave.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, "Though I am willing to... experiment, if you know what I mean. Please come to the Witches Brew coffee house after school, we can have...coffee." She shudders at your words. You can almost hear a gushing sound from between her legs. She bolts out of her chair as she hears Tracey's footsteps.

You look over at Tracey, she looks sexy even in her pajamas. You say to her, "Come over here, babe." She sees you and her face lights up as she runs and jumps into your arms. She goes to kiss you, then she hesitates. You whisper to her, "Don't worry, me and your mom have discussed the matter." She smiles and shoves her lips onto mine, sucking my tongue into her head. Ellie watches at us, looking both aroused and jealous. We decide to walk to school so we can talk about things.

Tracey talks to you as you walk beside her with your bike. She looks at you with tears of joy in her eyes, "You would come all the way out here to talk to my mother. You would do that for me. That is the most romantic thing I had ever had a boy do for me." She grins. “Seems like there are a lot of things that you’re the first boy to do for me.”