"Well, baby? Pick one and just go for it…"
I gulped. My mouth was dry. What was wrong with me?
"Do you want Mommy to pick for you?" I nodded.
"Alright," my mom said in a hoarse whisper that made me think maybe she was a little nervous about sleeping with her son, too. "Why don’t we start here…" she said delicately placing a finger on her pussy, "…and see if we wind up here." She moved that finger back to touch her second hole. I nodded and began to take off my pants, eyes trained on where her finger had been as she got up and kneeled over for me to slide into her pussy.