Play it cool and act like you don't know anything. Then tell mom what to say to Abbie.

“Mom with a guy? You really think so?” You ask. It’s good that Abbie is down the wrong track on what’s up with mom, but she’s a little closer than you'd like.

Abbie shrugs, “Sure, why not? Mom’s great, she could get guy anytime she wants. She’s just been busy taking care of your whiny ass for so long. Now, you’re about to graduate high school, she can have her own life,” she says. “It makes sense. She seems happy, and…” her voice drops a little, “I think maybe horny.”

“Abs! Come on. I don’t need to hear that,” you object, trying to sound shocked.

“Well, I didn’t need to hear what she was doing in her room when she came home early from work.” Your sister smirks.

“Hey! TMI!” you shake your head.

Abbie laughs. “You shouldn’t judge Mom. You’re like in Olympic training when it comes to self-pleasure.”

You laugh, it’s good to know with everything else going on, that Abbie hasn’t changed. She’s still getting a kick out of teasing you. It doesn’t get to you so much now that you’re pretty sure you’re going to lose your virginity this afternoon.

“You know, if you really want to know what’s up with Mom, spending some time with her might be a good way to do it. Have a fun mother-daughter day and see if she tells you anything.” You know that you’ll be sure to give Mom very strict instructions about what to say and what not to say.

Abbie looks at you and nods. “I don’t know why everyone says you’re so dumb, Beanpole.” She laughs.

You give her a shove on the shoulder. “Such a nice sister I’ve got.” You roll your eyes. “Enjoy your pie,” you tell her, then head upstairs.

You drop into your mom’s room, as she’s brushing her hair. “Mom, Abbie thinks you’ve been acting strange — you know, making us breakfast and asking her out for the afternoon. She thinks maybe you’ve got a new man in your life,” you say quietly. “Maybe you should tell her that you’re just feeling like you don’t have much time left with us around the house, since I’m graduating high school, and she’s almost got her associate degree and will be moving on soon. Do you think that sounds about right?”

Your mother nods and gives you a sly smile. “I can honestly say there’s no new man in my life. And I would be completely broken up if I let myself think about you moving out anytime soon, honey, and your sister too of course, so I keep myself busy. I’ll make sure Abbie understands.”

You’re feeling confident as your mom and Abbie finally pull out of the driveway in your mother’s car. There’s just a little time left until Tracey arrives. Unless she’s late, you think, and you grin to yourself remembering what your mom said about punishing her.

The doorbell rings with still a few minutes to go before 3:30 though. You open the door and see Tracey on your front steps, looking beautiful and a little nervous. “Come in.” you tell her with a broad smile. You close the door behind her, take her face in your hands, and give her a long, deep kiss. “I’m glad you came.” You tell her.

“I’m very glad you asked me.” She smiles up at you.

You take her hand. “Let’s go up to my room.” You lead her up the stairs. “I hope you don’t think I’m moving too fast.”

Tracey shakes her head, grinning. “I don’t want to go slow with you. I don’t want to waste time,” she tells you as you take her into your bedroom.

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“I’m happy you feel that way because I think you are way too sexy for me to even try being patient.” You start to unbutton her shirt.

The stunning blonde sighs. “It feels so good to hear you call me sexy.” Her hands stroke up and down your arms.

You open her shirt, and slide it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m sure plenty of guys have called you sexy.” You laugh. Your fingers trail down her bare chest, over the curve of her breast, to her lacy bra. Your fingertip traces over her skin, along the edge of the bra.

Tracey nods. “But it never felt good until it was you saying it.”

You bend down and place a kiss on her breast, just above the bra. You hear her gasp, and see goosebumps rise on her skin. “Not with any guy before?” you ask.

“Wellll…” she says, “Usually, I’m not into guys. So, it doesn’t do much for me when they talk about my body.”

You pull back and look into her eyes. “You’re not into guys? You mean…”

She grins and nods. “Yeah, I’m gay. I mean, I was pretty sure I was, until I started noticing you.” She tells you, as she reaches behind herself to unhook her bra. She lets it fall, revealing her perfect, round, pert breasts. “I guess I’m flexible about it, for the right guy.” She says as she steps closer to you and puts her arms around your neck. She goes up on her toes to press her lips to yours. Her kiss is hungry, yearning. You return the kiss. Your hands slide around her. One slips down to the small of her back, the other up into her silky blonde hair.

You start to put things together. When you come up for air you ask her, “So… that girl, Leah, she is…?”

Tracey looks down, nodding, a slight frown on her face. “She was my girlfriend. I had to break up with her, once I realized how I feel about you.”

Once more, you feel a thrill from the power of the magic. It’s driven your reserved mom to offer incestuous BDSM, and a lesbian to leave her girlfriend and alter her sexuality for you. You realize you could do anything you want with Tracey, tell her to do anything for you. You were already hard from the sight and feeling of her body, but the rush of power you feel makes your cock strain and throb.