thought that she was washing her own children's sperm from her body was both disturbing and exciting to her.
Standing in front of her mirror she brushed her shining auburn hair and began applying makeup. She was almost through before she realized that she had perfumed and powdered her breasts and Venus mound, as though preparing herself for a lover. She also realized that her makeup was not that of a woman who was about to fix an evening meal for her children. She looked at the accentuated eye shadow and glistening lips she had made up, and the realization that she had in fact prepared herself for further intercourse with her sons made her tremble.
'Well, you've found your true calling in the world, my girl. You're your sons' mistress. I simply am not going to fight it any longer,' she said to herself.
Polly knew that deep in her subconscious mind she had been yearning for Peter's and Donny's attentions. Whether she saw her husband reflected in them and wanted to recapture his love, or whether it was simply a case of horniness, she only knew one thing for sure: right or wrong, she would bow to their wishes. The idea that she'd been raped by the boys and then later treated like someone beneath them caused her to have a hot flash of desire. She relaxed then and, taking a deep breath, smiled at herself in the mirror.
'Polly my girl, you're in for a very interesting life from now on, I think. The best you can hope for is that they will grow as large as Ben was and really satisfy you. No more vibrator or fingers at night.'
Polly quietly left the bathroom and after walking from her bedroom, she closed the door so as not to disturb the sleeping boys. Walking nude to the back bedroom that had become a storage area, she began pulling open drawers and digging into boxes that were in the closet. She extracted items of clothing that had been stored away and she put them on the bed.
If I'm going to become my sons' mistress, then I may as well dress the part, she thought. Oh God, the idea of wearing these things again is turning me on just looking at them. Maybe I'm losing my mind.
Her mind whirled and her stomach knotted up, but it was with an anticipation of what the boys would say when they saw her, rather than with indecision as to what she was doing.
The sun was just beginning to set into the ocean when Polly entered her bedroom. She looked at the boys who were still soundly sleeping, and her eyes went to their groins. Their flaccid penises were nestled amongst the adolescent pubic growths she saw. She smiled when she thought of how small they were compared to their father, but how large they were for their age. Peter and Donny were nearing fifteen years of age and yet they both had cocks that were at least six inches long when erect. She remembered with a thrill the feeling she got when she slid them into her mouth, and then later between her legs. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she would again have them invade her body with those lusty cocks she was becoming a slave to.
Polly was dressed in a flowing, nearly transparent gown of Grecian design. One shoulder was bare while the clinging, pale green fabric was knotted atop her other shoulder. Her one breast was easily visible as it was only covered up to her areola and nipple. The soft swell of the top of the breast was bare. She wore no bra, her breasts not requiring one, even if the dress was designed to be worn without one. Her waist was lovingly wrapped in a satin garter belt that held smoke-colored hose that silkily hissed as she rubbed her thighs together when she moved. On her feet were small dark slippers with a heel that accentuated her lovely long-tapered legs. She had tied her hair back with a ribbon the color of the gown, and dainty earrings were jade teardrops that swayed as she moved. Her heady perfume filled the room with it's musky fragrance. Polly was made up as a lovely but erotic whore, and she was ready to temp her two young lovers and to drive their passions to the boiling point.
She sat on the bed and tenderly grasped Peter's crotch in her hand. He awoke instantly and stared in surprise around the room before he realized where he was. He relaxed and stared in awed admiration at his lovely mother. She then reached and stroked Donny into awakening.
'You two men had better get up and get cleaned up for supper. I have two very rare steaks, ready to be consumed. If you're going to be lovers, you'll have to keep your strength up,' she said with a smile.
Donny said, 'Mom, you're beautiful. Goddamn, Pete, look at that dress, thing Mom's got on. You can almost see her one tit, and you can just about see through the material all over. Geeze!'
Polly smiled at his enthusiasm and squirmed with pleasure at his examination of her body.
Peter reached out one hand and ruffled the fabric of the flowing garment. A slit that ran up one side, nearly to her hip, was revealed, and the gown fell away, revealing one lush thigh, the darker top being held by the garter. Peter appreciatively ran his hand intimately around his mother's thigh, and then upwards until he touched her thick growth of pubic hair.
'Those are some of the things you used to wear for Dad in those pictures, aren't they, Mom?'
She nodded her head and stroked his cock until it was nearly hard. She was staring at his hand as it casually invaded her private crotch area. She was almost hypnotized by his searching hand.
Her voice was low as she spoke. 'I decided that I didn't want to fight over possession of my body. I want to love you and Donny just like I loved your father. I can't seem to find a man who interests me, so I may as well let you have me when you want. This thing may be all wrong, but I'm going to do it anyway.'
She looked almost sadly into her son's eyes. 'I'm going to do as you tell me, Peter, as far as sex is concerned. You and Donny have a lot to learn about making love to a woman, and I may as well be the one to teach you. When we are outside of the bedroom or not making love to each other, I will be your mother, otherwise I will be your slave, if that's the way you want it.'
Both boys lay quietly for a moment, then simultaneously they gathered around their seated mother and embraced her tightly and exchanged lingering kisses with her. Polly knew it an act of love and that henceforth their relationships with her would be strange, but exhilarating.
She quickly stood up, and her gown resumed its normal smooth lines. The boys could look through it though and see the darker shape of her thighs and the even darker area of her pubic hair.
'If you are going to be my lovers, you will have to do one thing, and that is bathe. You both smell like young animals. Besides, I think we should all eat a good meal.'
The boys eagerly agreed, and moments later Polly was on the private sun deck sipping a chilled glass of wine as she watched the embers of the charcoal slowly char the sizzling steaks. Her whole body seemed to vibrate with anticipation of what lay ahead for her.
The boys showered and, smelling strongly of soap and some of the aftershave that she had jokingly bought them on their last birthday, happily came out to dinner. They all enjoyed eating in the night air, and they laughed and joked through the meal. The boys insisted that they take care of cleaning up what dishes there were, and Polly went into the front room where the sliding windows stood open to allow the ocean breeze and the sound of the surf to enter the house. Candles flickered throughout the room and soft music prevailed, creating an atmosphere that she remembered sharing with Ben many times.
Polly was drinking another large glass of wine and beginning to feel its effect when she saw a dark shape emerge from the shadows on the beach below and climb the stairs to the house. She curiously awaited the announcement from the boys that someone had arrived. She considered putting on a different garment if anyone were to come in. She realized that her present appearance would certainly alert someone to the fact that an intimate relationship was being shared with someone in the house.
Polly listened to low voices in the kitchen and just as she was about to get up and investigate, the boys entered the living room with Sandy Lark following them.
Polly started to rise, but Sandy stopped her. 'Please Mrs. Bell, don't get up. You look so comfortable where you are.'
She smiled beautifully at Polly and quickly examined the lovely woman's appearance. Sandy realized that Polly must be uncomfortable sitting in front of the young girl, dressed as she was. This face made Sandy feel excited. She knew that this was going to be quite an evening for everybody present. She wished that her father could be here to see Polly dressed as she was. Sandy knew that if things went as she and the twins had planned though, Steve would be a party to Polly's seduction in the near future.
Pete and Donny had called her after dinner and told her to come over. The three of them had completed making their plans while talking in the kitchen. It was now time to inform Polly what they had decided for her, and Sandy felt sure that the older woman would take a perverse pleasure in the subjugation and humiliation she would be forced to accept.
This should be one of the most exciting and important evenings that she had experienced in months, Sandy thought.
