erections had brought chills and shudders of excitement to her that she still recalled. Could it be possible that she didn't really want to fight them over dominion of her body? She refused to consider the moral aspects of an incestuous relationship with the twins. She tried to convince herself that she would not allow it to happen again. The overpowering experience of feeling their cocks in her mouth and later in her pussy completely overwhelmed any other considerations, though.
The boys returned for lunch, and, as was their usual practice, they stripped their salt and sand-encrusted shorts and sneakers off on the private sun deck and then showered out of doom. There was a cupboard kept filled with large beach towels for them to wrap themselves in, but today Polly saw them discard their towels as they entered the kitchen door.
She tried not to stare at their nudity as they went to the refrigerator for something cold to drink with their lunch.
Peter sat down and rather than begin wolfing his lunch, he stared at his mother with a speculative look.
Turning to Donny he said, 'Hey Donny, you know what'd be neat? How about getting Mom to take her clothes off like us.'
Polly's eyes widened in shock at this casual discussion about her, with his brother.
'Yeah, that'd be neat.'
Turning to his mother, he said, 'Hey Mom, how about it? Would you strip for us like those topless waitresses in San Francisco? It'd be sexy, Mom.'
'No, certainly not. Don't let your imagination get the best of you. That goes for you too, Peter.'
Peter's face fell, but his eyes didn't leave his mother's face.
'Mom, you remember how good it was this morning? We all felt great. You did too. You'd like to do that again, wouldn't you, Mom? You got to compromise Mom. We like to do certain things and right now we'd like to see you serve lunch with nothing on.'
'Listen Peter,' Polly said, 'This morning was a mistake. I won't allow that to happen again. I've already put that photo album in my trunk and locked it so it won't be around to put any wrong ideas in your head anymore.'
Peter and Donny looked at each other and then as though on cue they rose from the table and walked up to Polly.
Polly felt alarmed at the intent look on their faces. She backed up against the sink and stood all as she could. She wished that she had more on than just short-shorts and a lightweight blouse. She remembered that she was also wearing the same black panties she had on earlier that day and a lacy bra to match. She remembered the exciting feeling she got when she put the panties back on. The memory of how they'd been removed and what had happened to her after being stripped of them sent thrills through her.
Now her sons stood before her in the nude. She wished they had something on so she didn't have to constantly be reminded of the adolescent manhood their bodies represented. Their cocks appeared to be only about half flaccid now.
'Boys go eat your lunch. I'm your mother and you're my children. This has gone far enough. Now, please do as I say.'
'Mom, we love you, but we think we know better about what you really want,' Peter said.
'Yeah Mom, we really liked what you did this morning, and we're sure you liked it too,' Donny said.
Polly's face crimsoned and her eyes dropped from theirs.
'Don't argue with me. You both go get some clothes on and then eat your lunch. That's all I intend to say on the subject.'
Peter's voice was a little shaky as he responded to her. 'Mom, we figured you might feel this way so me and Donny agreed to kinda take things into our own hands. Right Don?'
'Yeah, that's right Mom. We talked it over amongst the three of us and we decided we might have to.'
Polly's eyes were wary now. 'What do you mean, the three of us? My God, you didn't talk to anybody about what we did this morning, did you?'
Peter said, 'Yeah, you remember, we told you about our friend. Don't worry Mom, we told you that there wouldn't be anybody finding out. You'll get to meet our friend later. Anyway, me and Donny are gonna have to convince you, Mom. We're sure you wanna do it again.'
Polly's heart raced. This can't be happening to me, she thought.
She said, 'Do you boys realize you're talking about forcing me against my will? Are you really going to rape your own mother?'
Peter put his hand on her arm. 'Mom, we aren't gonna do that. We aren't gonna do anything you don't want us to. Right Donny?'
He looked quickly at his brother for confirmation.
'Yeah Mom. We remembered some of those neat pictures we seen of you and Dad and we remember hearing you two at night sometimes. Honest Mom, we're not gonna hurt you.'
Peter's hand was stroking her arm, and Donny stepped up close to her and put his arms tightly around her waist and hugged her. He buried his face in her shoulder.
'We love you, Mom. We know you love us too. All we want to do is make you happy and feel good, like this morning.'
Polly was confused and instinctively she reached up and stroked Donny's hair in a gesture of affection.
It was while Donny was nuzzling against her neck and shoulder that Polly felt Peter's hand on her breast.
'Stop it Peter! I told you we aren't going to have any more of that. It's wrong son!'
Peter's voice was filled with urgency and excitement.
'Hold her Donny. You know what to do.'
It was at that moment Polly realized she was about to be raped by her own sons.
CHAPTER FIVE
Polly tried to push Peter away from her, but he had her arm securely tucked under his. Her other arm was being held by Donny, and his arms around her prevented her from moving away from the sink and the boys.
'This is insane, boys. Stop it now. I'm your mother, Peter. Let go of me and we'll talk about this.'
Peter wasn't talking, though. He had hold of Polly's left breast and was crushing it in his strong young hand. He finally found the nipple through the fabric of her blouse and bra and began squeezing it as she had shown Donny how to do that morning. Peter also had a hand on his mother's ass and was squeezing her buttocks. Polly felt the shock of the intimate touch run through her body.
Donny now had his lips around her other areola and nipple and was gently chewing the flesh through her clothing. His one free hand reached down and cupped her crotch. The tight shorts didn't allow much room for him to get his hand inside the leg, but he squeezed her cunt and pubic mound with a strength born out of passion. This too was a distracting act to Polly's reeling mind.
'Peter Donny, you don't know what you're doing. Please stop for all our sakes.'
There was no denying that the rough fondling was beginning to effect Polly. Her heart beat fast as much out of passion as it did due to the physical strain she was exerting.
Suddenly she felt Peter's stiffened cock rub against her bare thigh. She looked down and saw that both boys were fully aroused. Their beautiful stiff penises were standing straight out from their pubic areas and the sight nearly finished Polly's resolve to escape from this dilemma.
She was feeling flashes of heat course through her now, and she realized they were beginning to effect her body against her will.
'Please… Donny… Peter… I really don't want this. I don't want… you to… make love to… me.'
'Mom, you don't sound so angry anymore. Does Donny's hand feel good between your legs? Remember how good his cock felt this morning in the bedroom?'
'Please. Peter, don't… talk like… that. I can't let this… happen.'
