Of course!

Wendy stood in front of the sink washing dirty dishes and humming a playful tune. The middle-aged redhead was wearing a pair of rubber yellow gloves, a lime-green tank-top, along with a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants. Her mind had been wandering and daydreaming as soon as she began, thinking about her youth and of her late husband, as well as the son that she was oh-so proud of.

She remembered you had left the house not-too-long ago to go hang out with your best friend, who Wendy suspected was secretly your lover. The woman had talked with you in private in the past, telling you that it was alright if you and Sam wanted to be in a relationship, having no qualms about her only son's sexual preference in the least, but you kept insisting that you two were just best friends. The sweet woman simply wanted you to be happy, in truth.

Even though she herself was single, that didn't stop her from taking care of herself and seeking out new prospects for a romantic partner, which included both men and women. Unfortunately, in regards to the few people she has hooked up with in the last decade, be it either a coworker or someone she met in a bar, none of them had ever really stuck around or seemed like proper relationship material. If anything-...

In an instant, Wendy's pretty freckled face twisted into one of confusion as her hand didn't reach over into the left sink to grab another plate, and instead she turned off the water and took off her gloves.

Now that she thought about it, Sam's mom was divorced and single as well. Would it be weird if she suddenly went over to the same house you were at and tried to see if there was any spark between her and Amanda? Maybe. Probably. But before she knew it, Wendy had turned around and was walking towards the exit.

For some reason, the two women had never tried to be friends, but Wendy couldn't think about a time that they had ever really been on bad terms either. Plus, she was pretty, and again, she was single! Amanda also had a pretty decent rack compared to her own nearly flat chest, even if it wasn't as mouthwatering as her daughter's, Wendy had to shamefully admit.

Who knows? If anything else, Jenny was single, and might be into older women for all Wendy knew.

In the span of a single minute after draining the half-full sink of dishes, a smiley Wendy had locked up the house and was getting into her tan SUV.

It was time to pay your best friend's cute blonde mommy a visit.

Wendy started the engine and pulled out of her driveway quickly, enough to run a curb and almost knock over the mailbox near the sidewalk.

As she drove, every red light seemed like an eternity, and every slow-moving vehicle that wasn't going at least five miles over the speed-limit was aggressively passed by and honked at. All Wendy could think about was getting to Amanda's house, and every random obstacle felt like it was a cosmic personal slight against her, no matter how small.

By the time Wendy was pulling up in front of Amanda's house, she couldn't tell if her emotions were coming from natural frustration or sexual frustration. Her breaths were heavy and deep, and the two raging cocks bulging down each side of her sweatpants wouldn't be hidden in the least if she didn't take care of them first. Shamelessly, Wendy undid the seat belt strapped between her braless C-cup breasts and crawled into the roomy backseats of her SUV.

After that, the middle-aged woman slipped out of her sweatpants and sighed as two rock-solid cocks stuck straight out next to each other, their thick fifteen-inch lengths making V-shape as they twitched and drooled with clear precum.

She didn't waste a moment, taking one in each of her small hands and began pumping away at them. She moaned, grunted, fiercely bit down on her bottom lip, and in less than a couple of minutes the two grapefruit-sized balls sloshing around below her cocks clenched as two powerful streams of cum began firing out from their tips like fleshy fire hoses, splashing against the back of the seats in front of her and sending the thick white goo all across the vehicle's interior.

After a solid minute-long orgasm, her balls were finally drained for the time being, her cocks began to deflate, but her head was swimming from the raw onslaught of pleasure she'd just felt.

Wendy wiped her brow and sighed with relief, only smearing the droplets of cum across her arm and forehead. She looked at her hand and frowned, then rolled her eyes. She lifted an index finger into the musky air of the SUV and quickly twirled it around.

Every ounce of cum she spilled had vanished in an instant.

Wendy smirked. She loved her innate magical abilities. It made for easy cleanups.

When she reached down to pick up her freshly clean sweatpants from the floorboard, part of her felt silly for having left the house dressed as she was. Wendy's goal in coming to Amanda's house was to seduce her, not have a cup of coffee and talk about the weather. She slipped back into her bottoms and looked down at herself before raising her index finger for a quick twirl.

Her tank-top transformed into a thin black V-neck that showed off a nice amount of braless cleavage, while her bottoms had become a pair of frayed jeans short-shorts that were extra roomy in the front to allow her giant cocks and heavy balls to form a mushy round lump between her perfectly-smooth thighs. The small melon-ball wasn't any less subtle than having her raging members bulging down each leg of her previous bottoms, but it felt more dignified approaching like this instead of looking the horny mess of desperation she was mere moments ago.

To finish it off, Wendy raised a finger and did the swirly thing, and her C-cum breasts grew by a couple of cup sizes. Her jiggly cleavage was now bulging from her tight top while her hard nipples pushed out and strained against the fabric.

With confidence and purpose, Wendy stepped out of the vehicle and made her way towards the front door.