She needs to pee.

"I gotta tinkle!" She confesses, red faced "Or I'm gonna pee the bed!"

Luckily your parents have their own private bathroom adjoining their bedroom. You help your lover to her feet and slap her naked ass as she shuffles to the bathroom.

"Hey!' she objects but is in too big of a hurry to reprimand you much.

Left alone, your mind races trying to take in all that has happened in just the past few hours. With just a few changes to the Doctrine and Covenants and the Book of Mormon, your mom and sister, and possibly every woman you know, are religiously obligated to be booze hounds and to embrace the concept of mother/son ****. What else could you possibly change? After all, the changes with the Word of Wisdom had just been done out of snarky frustration without any clue it would change anything. If you were more deliberate...

Your mother starts singing in the bathroom. She's such a fun drunk! Was that because of what you wrote or had she always had such potential, only held back by her religious beliefs?

What exactly had you written in the D&C? Oh. Right. A wicked grin takes over your face and you go to check out your mother's dresser drawers and your parents' bedroom minibar...

"I'm baa-aack!" Your mother says, posing in the bathroom doorway. "Sorry I hadda stop. Your faver isn't so... vigorous..."

She gives a naughty giggle.

"That's ok, Angel," you assure her. "It gave me time to make you a drink. If you want one, that is."

"Course I want one!" She says righteously. "Strong drink is a blesseen fruma Lard! An I'ma good mormn girl!"

She takes the glass of bourbon you poured her and downs it in one go to prove her virtue.

"I really respect how faithful you are, Angel," you say, refilling her glass. "You really are a great example to all of us."

"Iss wha...iss wha a mumer is spossa do," she says, accepting the refill and dutifully downing it. "An issa bleshiing."

"It is a blessing, isn't it Angel?" You say, taking the glass before she drops it and guiding her to the bed. "And what do the scriptures say the blessing is?"

"Issa...is.." she screws up her face trying to remember. "Issa loosen our sphincsers!"

"That's right, Angel!" You praise. "let's see how blessed you've gotten!"

And so saying, you roll her onto her belly and she giggles as you begin kneading her ass. You part her cheeks and gently tap against her asshole with the tip of a finger. She gasps.

You take the tube of lube you found in her dresser and beging to slather.

"Oh, you've been very blessed, Angel," you assure her.

"Isssa...Issa blesh..." She says in drunken wonder as her sphincter yields to your finger's gentle insistence. "But your fawber...he never...oh fetch!"

You work two fingers in and start turning your hand back and forth, back and forth, like it's the key to the sports car that is your drunken mother. With a shuddering roar, her engine turns over. It's time for a joy ride.

You pull out your fingers and she gasps. Then you kneel between her legs and replace your fingers with the head of your cock.

"Oh yes! Oh frinkin' yes!" She urges, eager to be sodemized but still **** to say 'fuck'.

True to the scriptures you improved, her asshole welcomes your shaft and she sings out in rapture. The words are completely unintelligible but she's clearly feeling deeply blessed as you pound away at her ass.

She's a mewling mess by the time you finally fill her asshole with your spunk.

You collapse on top of her as she trembles beneath you, incoherent moans and weak gasps the only sign she's still concious. You roll off of her, your spent cock emerging with a wet shlup. She whimpers.

You turn. Her head towards you to make sure she can breath and she stares at you in bewildered awe.

"Thasa blessny..." She manages before her eyes loose all focus and she shivers.

She lets out a long sigh as her eyelids drop. Within seconds, she is snoring gently.

You have a harder time falling asleep. You are still dumbfounded by how your life has changed. How it might still change. You had changed the Word of Wisdom to tell the drunken Mormons to give no thought for the morrow, but that didn't apply to you.