My husband got up and poured them another drink. As he did my mother hiked up her dress aroundher waist. "Way to go mom," I thought to myself. He has ...no choice now, but to react. My husband almostdropped the drinks when he got a view of my mother’s wet fat pussy.He calmly sat the drinks down and dove face first into her luscious wet pussy, mother squealed as thepleasure overcame her. My pussy throbbed as I watched my husband suck my mother's pussy. Hermoans were erotic as his tongue caressed. She stood over me, all I could think of was how great she must look on the 3D recording from the cameras in the mirror. That thought turned me on in a big way. Even if she left me I’d have that.“Looks like you’re ready,” she said kneeling astride me and taking my cock in both hands. “It was cowgirl you imagined, wasn’t it? I didn’t do that with Guy but it’s a great idea.”Cowgirl it was. Knowing the cameras were running made the whole thing intense, and not totally in a good way. I was competing. It was the latest thing back east, and the Double D was the first outfit here in the west to use it to keep the cattle from drifting south when the snows arrived. Boots didn't like it, because it was a barrier to crossing the plains on a horse. In any case, it occurred to her there was a lot of fence up that way, and she might ride around for hours and never see the man. On the other hand, he was likely to go back to the line shack each night.And, of course, she knew right where that line shack. I went inside the house, took a bath and came down to the living room. Mom was cooking in the kitchen. She was in half sleeved t-shirt and jeans pant. I hugged her tightly from behind. She turned her neck and looked at me. “You took bath so soon,” she said as she continued cooking.“I want to be with you throughout this holiday. That’s why I didn’t want to waste any time.” I said. I slowly moved one hand from her upper waist to her navel region. “How is your tummy still flat mom?” I asked.“Why?.