Yes, then get her drunk enough to share.

"Janalee is coming over," you admit.

"Janalee?" She exclaims. "Oh poop!"

"Oh come on, mom! She's your daughter!" You say.

"I'm more concerned that she's your sister!" Mom says. "Her worthless husband doesn't give her enough, especially since he got her pregnant, so she thinks she can come over here and monopolize you whenever she wants!"

"Well, that is what the scriptures say she should do," you point out. "And you can't blame me for helping her out. It's my priesthood duty!"

Your mom sniffs petulantly the way she always has when you contradict her with Mormon doctrine.

"I just want to start my day with a quicky that doesn't get interrupted by one or both of my horny daughters!" She says. "I don't think that's so much to ask!"

You frown, then come up with a solution.

"I think you'd see the possibilities here better if your sphincter wasn't so tight," you say. "Let me make you a breakfast cocktail."

"Oh, I can't get drunk at 9 in the morning!" She objects. "I have so much housework to get done and Visiting Teaching this afternoon!"

"But it's a blessing, mom!" You remind her. "And you're so cute when you're tipsy! You know I can't resist you when you're thoroughly blessed!"

She hesitates and you take it as consent and combine vodka and cranberry juice before she can change her mind.

"You really think I'm cuter when I'm tipsy?" She asks as she takes the glass reluctantly.

"You're the cutest!" You assure her. "Cuter than Cami and Janalee combined!"

"Oh! Well, here's to being cute!" She toasts, and down her drink in one go. "Now come kiss your cute mom!"

"Oh, you can be cuter than that, mom!" You insist, and make her another that's a pale pink, what with the ratio of vodka to cranberry.

***

"Am I cuuer an Sisser Sasson?" She asks as you stand behind her an massage her tits.

"You are much cuter than Sister Saxon when you're drunk," you assure her.

"Yay!" She exclaims and downs another of the row of shot glasses you have laid out for her on the counter.

"Am I cuuer an Brannee an Brenna?" She asked

"You are cuter than your twin sister's Brandy and Brenda, plus all your other sisters combined, Angel Tits!" You say as she rubs her ass against your crotch.

"Yay!" She exclaims and does another shot.

"Am I..." She continues.

"Hold on, mom!" You interior. "One shot for every sister!"

",Oh! Oh, so thas'...thas' 5...if you count me..." She says. "Do I count?"

"You count double, mom!" You assure her. "You're the cutest so you count double!"

"I coun' double cuz Imma cuuzis!" She agrees and proceeds to down shots which neither of you really keep good count of but eventually one of them has her sliding down you to form a puddle of drunken milf on the kitchen floor.

And just in time, since the doorbell rings a moment later.

"Whosa?" Your mother asks. "Issee cuueranmee?"

"I'll go find out, Mom," you assure her.