Do your duty with a heart full of song!

This is no time to be a rebelious teenager. You scoop your naked drunken mother up into your arms and stagger towards the bedroom she shares with your father.

"Weeeee!" She exclaims, then nuzzles and nibbles your neck.

"Oh sweet Angel," you mumble as your cock stirs, intrigued by the prospect of another round.

As you approach the bedroom, your mother begins drunkenly singing an old Mormon pioneer hymn.

"Put your shoulder to the wheel, push alo-ong! Do your mother with a heart full of so-ong!"

You blush furiously and she dissolves into giggles at her modification of the lyrics. But you can't deny, your heart is singing.

You deposit your drunken mother on her bed and she bounces gently, her full jugs jostling about. Her room looks slightly different and then you realize it's because your parents have installed both a liquor cabinet and a water cooler.

You've both been drinking hard, mom more than you, but you've been working harder. You should probably hydrate before getting back to your duty.

As you drink water, your mom continues to giggle and modify her hymn.

"This girl has need of helpeen hands tha' waaaa-na cop a feel! A girl to do is spread for you, put your shoulder to the wheel!"

Sprawled out in a drunken mess on her bed, her blonde hair a chaotic halo, the fuck able angel your mom has become is irresistible. You pounce upon her, motorboating her jugs while you squeeze her nipples and she squeals.

But then she is slapping at your back and calling out for you to stop. You look up, confused.