Of course you follow that ass!

Your mom is a **** to her religion but you are a **** to her ass. The scriptures can wait. You follow. She wiggles and waggles. Glory to God in the highest!

You follow her into the kitchen where she retrieves a handful of ibuprofen and a glass of water. She turns to you and salutes you with the glass, then tosses them back, wiggling her tits with practiced perfection as she swallows it down.

You're so entranced by her spectacular rack and how the water that misses her mouth trickles down her body that you don't even notice the brass pole.

But it's impossible not to notice it once your mom places her glass in the sink and starts to spin around it. There is a damned stripper pole in the middle of the kitchen.

"Gotta do my morning exercises," your mom explains. "Do you want to watch?"

"Of course," you stammer as she arches her back and waggles her jugs at you. "Your...your funbags are faith-promoting."

"Oh Hyrum! I can't tell you how good it does a mother's heart to hear you say that!" She exclaims.

And she proceeds to show you just how committed she is to promoting your faith, she flips around the pole to dangle upside down by her legs. You notice they are much more times than they were last night, though your eye is drawn to her inverted titties which she is keeping in constant motion.

"Glory unto the LORD!" You exclaim and she beams.

She works up quite a sweat, though it's obvious exercise is a secondary objective. Her main goal is clearly to show off her tits and ass to you. It's her sacred duty. It's what her Heavenly Father expects of her. You feel a twinge of guilt at how fucked up this all is, but mostly your just amazed. Your mom is so damned hot!

Your cock is making it very clear to you that you need to do your father's work again.

You stride toward her and reach out to grab her jiggling jugs.

"What are you doing?" She objects. "Stop that, Hyrum!"

"But..." You say.

"No buts, young man!" She says, pushing his hands away. "It's a Wednesday morning! We both have work to do and it has nothing to do with your 'father's work'"

Ok, this is getting frustrating. You need to just sit down with your magic scriptures and turn her into the raging slut you need her to be.

But then the doorbell rings.