"Has Dad ever used a finger on you?" I asked, pulling my tongue from my mother's butt.

"No," Mom whispered.

"Have you?"

"Yes," Mom said, panting, "but my fingers are so small."

"Mine aren't."

"I know, baby," Mom whispered. "Are you gonna make me take them?"

I smiled at the tremor in my mother's voice.

"One day," I said, "when we have more time." I touched a forefinger to my mother's rosebud, giving it a gentle push. The little crater created a suction cup around my digit's tip. "But right now, I want to make a home movie." I pulled my finger from Mom's ass and stepped back. "It's time...