Evolution

It was gone. The energy was back to how it was before. Still there but not as powerful. She still felt great and she did know what to do. She didn't know how, but for sure she got a new way of cleaning the house much faster.

She dropped the bra and stood in the middle of the room, putting her hands behind her back, pressing out her breasts and focussed.

Every piece of dust, dirt or anything she would not like to have in her house suddenly moved towards her. It circled around her body and then laid down softly on her breasts.

This is great, I can clean the house in seconds like this. At the same time the door opened and Samuel Oak entered.

"Hello my dearest Delia, oh la la, I see you are... quite busy." She didn't understand. Couldn't he see that she was just done cleaning? So of course she was not busy anymore.

"No. No I am not, why are you asking?" She turned around to him and his eyes went down on her titts. yes, please look. I am proud of them. They show what a great mother I have become. But Samuel did not see it that way.

"Delia... would you mind to tell me why you are leaving your breasts hanging out while they are... so messy?" another moment of awkward silence.

"But isn't that obvious?" She explained. "I do it, of course, because I am not allowed to clean my titts, so every covering of them would be blasphemy." He shook his head, apparantly disappointed.

"Please, Delia, tell me what else you are not allowed to... and what you have to do of course."

Now it was her turn to be confused. She never thought about that. She just did what seemed reasonable, but as he asked her, the answer popped into her thoughts.

"Like I said, I wont clean my titts... I have to take care of everything around the house, like I usually do it... I have to do all the chores and jobs... and of course I have to dress properly."
She pointed to her open cut shirt, to prove to him that she is already following that rule to the detail.

"So in general, I just have to behave like a decent mother does" She nods happy, since she remembered all the thing her son taught her, about how a decent mother behaves.