Yes to a wake-up for Miss Rosy

Gary gulped. But Bernie wanted it, and his dick swelled. He wanted it too. "Yeah, Mom," he said. "M-Miss Rosy gets her wake-up kisses."

Gary's cheeks bloomed hot. He was sure he must be blushing crimson.

Mom gave him a sleepy-eyed smile from under her blonde bedhead, but Bernie's face lit up with joy. She hugged and kissed Gary, giving him another hit of the taste of Mom's ass that Bernie had just sucked off his thumb where it had lingered from last night.

"You two are precious," Veevee said, her voice still sounding sleepy as she lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow. "So who wants to kiss up on my butthole first?"

Bernie looked a question at Gary, her thick dark eyebrows lifting over her brown eyes. Was it Could I? or was it Would you?