Ben had been an ardent and forceful lover, and Polly hadn't taken another lover into her bed nor seriously contemplated it for more than a few moments. She knew that she was now on the verge of going to her own sons and giving herself to them. She didn't care what they did to her, only so long as they could bring relief to her burning loins and stop the cramping desire in her body.
Pushing open their door, she said, 'Good morning boys, can I help you with your problems there?'
Their faces were flushed with sexual excitement and now stark fear made them pale. They were both confused, and as they tried to hide their obvious excitement, Peter slammed the notebook closed. He pushed his stiff cock between his thighs and tried to hold it there as Polly slowly walked towards them.
Donny's face was red from embarrassment now, but he froze in his shock, his hand still gripping his turgid cock. His eyes were glued to his mother.
'M-Mom, what're you doing there? I mean, me and Peter were just talking, Mom. We weren't doing nothing wrong, honest Mom.'
Peter chimed in, attempting to do anything to distract his mother's attention from the condition between their legs. Being nude before her was bad enough, but to be caught jacking-off was impossible for them to handle.
'Mom, we didn't know you were up. We just got up to look at the beach. We're going swimming before we eat breakfast. Is that okay with you Mom?'
Polly's emotions were churning, and the right or wrong of her needs were now of no consideration to her. She smiled at their obvious confusion and embarrassment.
'I think that's fine boys, but you're never going to get into swimming trunks as long as you're like that.'
She nodded her head in Donny's direction, and he was suddenly aware that he was clutching his hard dick in his hand, the blood engorged head sticking out of the top of his clenched fist.
He blushed a fiery red and attempted to push it between his thighs. He was having painfully little success.
Polly stood in front of them now. Slowly leaning forward she flipped open the notebook and there she saw the prime reason for their excited condition. Her young semi-nude body was revealed in the beautiful photos that Ben had taken of her in the lingerie she had helped to design and model. She felt a quick thrill of pride that her young beauty could cause such passion in her own sons.
'Gosh Mom, we're sorry. We found the book one day in the attic,' Peter said. 'We didn't think you'd mind if we kinda looked at it.'
Polly's green eyes slid up to look into his darker ones. 'You like looking at those pictures? Does my body really cause you to get stiff like that?' She nodded her head toward his painfully cramped erection as it was still being held by his tightly pressed thighs.
Peter's face crimsoned as red as Donny's.
'Mom, it was just an accident, really. We didn't mean anything by it. You know we love you, Mom.'
His sincerity was so touching that Polly reached out and stroked the back of his head, and she pressed her cheek against his.
'Don't feel bad, you two, I understand. I love you both very much, too.' Looking over at Donny she added, 'You too. I think it's the nicest compliment you've ever paid me, boys. You know, your father took those pictures over fifteen years ago. It was the first year we met and we lived together before we were married. Then a few years later, you boys came along. He used to get as excited taking them as you two are right now, from just looking at them.'
Donny needed to distract his mother from his erection. 'Really Mom? You mean you and Dad got excited like that? I mean you were both adults. I didn't think adults liked sex. I mean I thought only kids like it for fun, because adults are always telling you not to touch yourself or not to touch anyone else, until you get married.'
'No darling, your father and I both got excited. I used to get turned on simply by him becoming excited, after taking those pictures or looking at them like you two were. A woman gets excited when a man does, if she loves him or desires him. Ws like electricity in the air and your body picks it up.'
Peter spoke. 'Mom, you're not mad at us then? You don't think we're dirty? We won't do it again, ever.'
'Don't be foolish. Of course you'll do it again, and again. You should do it if your body needs it. Your body needs love and attention lust like food and water. I know Peter, my body is so starved it's shaking all over right now, simply from watching you boys and hearing you talk.'
Peter looked wide-eyed at his mother. 'You ache too Mom? We thought only guys felt like that. Donny and I both love you Mom, honest.'
He quickly looked at his brother and Donny nodded agreement, but his attentions were drawn by the sight of his mother's gaping robe. In her nervousness she had clutched the ribbon tying it closed, and now it had come undone, and her naked breasts were visible inside the open garment.
Polly looked at his young, eager face and realized what had happened to her clothing. She nearly clutched it and closed the robe but something stopped her. Polly was beyond considering the morality of her conduct. She only felt the strong need in her body, and these two healthy male bodies in front of her represented the satisfaction she craved.
'Do you like my breasts, Donny? You've never seen them this close before, have you.'
Donny's gaze was fixed on his mother's body.
Polly stood straight and breathed deeply, thus inflating her already generous breasts even more. She allowed one hand to slowly peel one side of her peignoir away from the front of her body, and her right breast was completely uncovered and exposed to her son's hot stares. The soft material slipped over one shoulder. The robe slowly slipped off her shoulder and down her arm, and then the weight of the material dragged it from the other shoulder and it fell to her feet.
'There you are, Donny. Do you think they're as nice as they were when those pictures were taken?'
Flaunting her body in the presence of her sons inflamed her more than she thought possible. It was a feeling of complete depravity that had control of her now. She wanted to feel their bodies and hard cocks. She also craved to have them touch her and love her, but that would wait. She knew she was about to start something that she might not be able to control later, but she did not care. Her needs had to be satisfied, and she made up her mind that these two sons of hers would provide that satisfaction.
CHAPTER TWO
Donny and Pete were speechless as they watched their lovely mother's body being revealed to them. Polly took perverse pride in watching the expressions of open amazement and adolescent passion.
She slowly leaned over and kissed both boys very softly on their lips. Then looking at Donny, and his obvious painful attempt to hide his erection, she knelt in front of him. Reaching out she took his erection in her hand and gently squeezed it. Holding it by thumb and forefinger she traced the visible blue vein with the finger of her other hand. The light scraping of her polished nail sent a shiver through Donny's body.
'Do you like that Donny? Does Mother's hind feel as good to you as that girl's did, when she jerked you off?'
Her question startled Peter, who so far hadn't said a word. Donny however, was being carried away on a cloud of passion as his mother's hand both squeezed and slowly pumped up and down.
Peter said, 'She only did that once to us, Mom. You're not mad are you?'
She turned to him and smiled lovingly. 'No baby, I'm not mad. If it felt good and no one was forced to do anything they didn't want to, then it's all right.'
Polly reached out and grabbed Peter's erection and began jacking it up and down. She could feel Donny getting more and more excited.
'Mom, I feel like I'm gonna have to shoot off. You better stop, Mom. I can't hold it much longer!'
Polly's eyes glittered with aroused passions she hadn't felt in years. She longed to see her son's healthy body react to her stimulating his organ. Her hand clutched it tighter and began pumping it faster.
She released Peter's cock and using that hand, cupped Donny's nuts and began rolling them gently in her hand. She marveled at the thought that her baby was nearly a man. She remembered his father's balls and
