CHAPTER NINETEEN
Polly could feel the tension in the room. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she was sure that this lovely, young woman-child was the special friend that the twins had been confiding in, and in return being advised by.
Sandy's dress revealed her lovely body quite erotically, Polly noted. The front panel had slipped to one side and one of Sandy's shapely, tanned legs was revealed, clear to her upper thigh. Her proud young breasts strained the thin fabric, and Polly could just make out the protruding buds that were her nipples.
Polly could feel the tension as the boys fidgeted on either side of her. She nervously continued to drink from her wine glass.
Sandy broke the silence. 'Mrs. Bell, I love that gown you're wearing. I can imagine the boys like it. Your one breast is almost completely showing, and if the light were better in here, I imagine I could just about see right through to your lovely pussy.'
Polly's face reddened. 'Sandy, I don't think it's necessary to talk quite that frankly. Besides, with that dress you're wearing, I wouldn't think you'd be too critical of my choice of evening wear in my own home.'
'Oh I wasn't criticizing you Mrs. Bell. I think you look super. Peter and Donny told me you're wearing a garter belt and dark nylons, too. I've always wanted to see what they looked like on me. I've just never thought to get one.'
Polly said, 'Apparently my sons have been doing a lot of talking to you lately. You've taken quite an interest in their education since you came back this summer.'
Sandy's voice was casual as she answered. 'They're nice boys, Mrs. Bell. I'd like to screw them, but they're pretty excited about making love to you right now. I came over tonight to watch and see how good you've taught them.'
Polly had trouble breathing, her senses were swirling so fast through her head. Her face went cold with the shock of Sandy's remark. She quickly looked at Peter and then Donny, and her accusing stare was met with grinning good humor.
'Come on Mom, we told you we talked to our friend. Sandy's not going to tell anybody and she's our best friend,' Peter told her.
Donny chimed in, 'Yeah Mom, she's really a neat girl, and we told her how great you were, too.'
Polly stood up and, looking at Sandy, said, 'I think you'd better go, Miss Lark. I'm sure your father wouldn't approve of your conduct, however under the circumstances I won't say anything to him if you leave now.'
Peter's voice had a strong authoritative ring to it as he interrupted his mother. 'She's not going home, Mom. She's going to watch you blow us, and then we'll decide just how we want to fuck you.'
Polly glared at her son angrily. 'Stop it Peter! I won't be talked to like that in front of a stranger. Now the two of you go to your room.'
Sandy said, 'Well, I guess it's time we quit talking, boys.'
Donny and Peter both stood, and Polly was sure they were going to do as she said. Peter stood in front of her a moment as she glared angrily at him. He looked over her shoulder and sighed and nodded his head.
'Okay Donny, let's do it.'
Polly suddenly felt Donny's arms go around her body, trapping her own arms at her sides. Peter stepped up and her too, embraced his mother, his hands going to her hips, and he put his face near hers.
'Can we kiss you goodnight Mom? We love you very much, you know.'
Polly felt Donny hugging her and nuzzling her neck, and, while it was not the usual childlike embrace, she didn't want to seem paranoid in front of Sandy. She nodded her head at Peter's request.
Peter pulled her hips against his and immediately Polly felt his rising manhood press against the thin fabric of her gown. His lips mashed against hers, and his tongue pushed past her surprised lips and into her mouth. She involuntarily met his tongue with her own and before she realized it, Peter was not saying goodnight to her. He and Donny were attempting to excite her into submitting to their sexual perverseness. To make matters worse, they wanted to do it in front of Sandy Lark.
Polly struggled to free herself from the boys' grip, but they were too strong for her. Donny's erect cock was prodding her ass, and she felt an erotic thrill being between the two erect male cocks.
Peter released her hips and immediately crushed both of her breasts in his hands. His hips were now slowly grinding into hers, his cock nearly fully erect.
Polly's nipples hardened as Peter crushed her tender flesh. Her blood raced in her head, and her ears began to ring. Donny slid his hands down the front of her stomach until he could cup her nearly nude cunt. He squeezed the hairy Venus mound, and one finger slid across the top of her clitoris. She was losing her will to fight them now.
Peter eased one full-nippled tit out of her gown now and was laying it with his wet tongue. Donny succeeded in pulling one portion of her skirt aside so that he could get his fingers into her moist cunt.
Sandy watched the silent struggle, and she saw that Polly was giving into her own passion as much as she was to the boys' insistence. She rose from her chair, and, going up behind Peter, she reached around in front of his body and opened his shorts. They immediately fell to his ankles where he kicked them away. Sandy then went to Donny and repeated her actions. The two boys were now nude and their erections were free to rub against their mother's semi-nude body. Sandy felt her own passions begin to rise within her.
When Polly saw what Sandy had done, she attempted one last time to reason with her sons.
'Boys… please don't do this… thing. Please. I don't want… you to now. Donny stop. Peter… Oh God, please don't.'
Her voice was moaning out her protestations even while her body was crying for satisfaction and burning inside.
'Mrs. Bell,' Sandy said softly, 'the boys are really turned on. You're going to have quite a time taking care of both of those stiff cocks they have. They're going to screw you, you know that, don't you. I'm going to help them, too.'
'Oh please Sandy, don't do this. Tell them to stop. This is so wrong. You shouldn't be here. This is all so humiliating.'
Polly's voice was barely audible as she closed her eyes and felt the waves of passion wash away her resistance.
Sandy's voice was filled with eagerness. 'Peter, eat your mother's cunt like I told you to. Donny, pull your fingers out of her pussy and help Peter hold her.'
Donny pulled his moist fingers from his mother's cunt and gripped both of her lush breasts. Peter stooped down, and, when he was looking directly at Polly's crotch, he pulled her gown aside and leaned forward. He kissed the auburn bush in front of him, and, spreading the labia lips with his fingers, he slid his tongue into the pink, wet groove.
Polly's breath caught in her throat as Peter's hot breath hit her snatch. When his tongue slid along her cunt lips, she arched her back and ground her crotch into his face. Peter sucked lustily at the sweet gash he had access to now.
Sandy saw that Polly Bell had completely given up fighting. She was now completely at the mercy of the three children. As she watched Peter eat his mother's snatch, Polly moaned and shuddered. Sandy knew that the older woman had just experienced an orgasm.
'Okay guys, let her alone now. It's time she entertained us,' Sandy said.
Donny uncertainly let go of his mother, and, as Pete stood up, Polly embraced him and quickly kissed his wet lips, her tongue swirling around the inside his mouth, as though to wash away all traces of her pussy from her son's mouth. The taste of her own vagina on her son's tongue gave Polly spasms of lust deep in her vitals.
Donny stepped up to Sandy and they kissed too. Donny's hand went to her full tits and in turn squeezed each one of them.
Peter stood back from Polly's shaking body and said, 'Take off your gown, Mom. Donny's going to strip Sandy, too. Let's all get comfortable.'
