Lys is furious.

Her mother, Candy, is always drunk. Always half-dressed. Always flirting. Always giving Lys orders.

And always making sure you have a good view of her fat rear end and huge, heavy bosom.

Lys has had it up to here; and now she's married to you, she doesn't have to take this from Candy. No, from now on, Lys is going to be in charge.

"Mummy!" Lys calls. "Come down to the kitchen! We need to talk!"

And Candy comes down, wearing her usual short shorts and crop top, and in her usual slightly tipsy state.