With all her heart might mind and strength.

Your mom is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Her wet hair is wrapped in a towel atop her head.

The rest of her is in a red cupless cage lingerie set that she wouldn't have been caught dead in yesterday. Red strips of fabric surround her tits but do nothing to hide them. A few more hug her hips, holding up a strip that overlays her crotch.

It's small enough that you can tell she must shave her twat in this new world you've written into existence. It would never cover the blonde bush she had last night.

"Good morning Angel!" You exclaim.

"Don't call me that,' she rebukes. "That's just for when...when you're doing your priesthood duty. And maybe you shouldn't even do it then."

"What's wrong, mom?" You ask, confused by the contrast between her cold demeanor and her hot outfit.

"Nothing," she says, "it's just...you do your father's work... that's what you're supposed to do. But your father, he never...he doesn't..."

She blushes and in that outfit you can see it's quite a blush.

"But you liked it, didn't you, mom?" You argue.

"That's neither here nor there," she says."What matters is that you may have exceeded what was called for by your priesthood duty. I think maybe you need to talk with Bishop Greeley about it."

"I'll make an appointment with him for this Sunday," you say obediently.

That thaws your Mom significantly.

"That's my good boy," she says. "I'm sorry I'm in a mood. I'm hung over. And a little...sore. I'll get some ibuprofen."

She turns and you see the back of her outfit covers less than the front. A thin strip of red cloth flosses her asscheeks, held up by the strips that hug her hips.

"You have such a great ass, mom. That outfit really shows it off!" You say, wanting to test that your new scripture didn't just change her outfit.

She looks back over her shoulder with the first genuinely friendly grin she's given you since sobering up.

"Why thank you for noticing!" She exclaims, cocking her hip to one side. "I am a hot piece of ass, Glory be unto the Lord!"

"Your ass is a light to the world, Mom!" You grin back "And your titties proclaim the blessings of The Lord."

"There's my good boy!"she beams. You've been studying your scriptures!"

She walks off in search of ibuprofen, swinging her ass hypnotically with every step.

"We'll get you in the mission field yet!" She exclaims hopefully.

Still with the mission crap? You wonder if you need to spend more time adjusting your family's religion.

But can you really not follow that ass?