No

"What?"

"Could— Could you take your shirt off? Not for a titjob or anything, just—!"

She let out a large groan and said, "This is why you shouldn't masturbate by yourself. You'll find some unrealistic fantasy that makes you think you can just ask me that." before taking her other hand to fondle your balls. A stream of precum slid onto her hand, which she used to lube up your shaft.

How did this make sense! You really needed to ask Alex to fix this. That and some more gifts. At minimum, the lines your Mom wouldn't cross need to be reasonable.

No use thinking about that now, though. She squeezed your head and made you moan like a bitch. For someone with no issue getting actual sex, she sure did know how to give a handjob.

You could feel yourself about to cum before your Mom dove her head down, straight to the hilt. Somehow, not that you'd have it otherwise, your rock-hard erection curved right at the back of her throat. Her face pushed back and forth into your crotch, like she was trying to pull more cock out. She massaged both of your balls with her free hands, and finally got you to burst.

You definitely shot more than you usually did. Whether that had something to do with your friend's powers or with you having sex for once wasn’t important. You eventually stop, and got to see your Mom slowly pull herself off you. A small bit of guilt sparked inside of you—that having common sense be rewritten just for you to get a blowjob from your normal (if hot) mother was too violating of the world's natural laws—but in a second it was gone. Just a memory of a feeling. At the tip, she licked your urethra up before letting it fall down to your chair. You couldn't care less if she would have done this before Alex could grant wishes, or if she was your mom.

"Well, that's my breakfast for today," she said while giving her belly a small pat, "You can have my plate when you come down. We'll discuss what to do with you when your Father comes home." Your Mom promptly took your phone and sauntered off to another part of the house.

Well shit. Looks like you need to get things changed asap. You turn your computer on to get to Discord, but you quickly realized it would take too long. You didn't want to have your whole setup get dismantled because your Mom was upset. You left your computer to boot up as you left your room.