CHAPTER SIX
Peter was beside himself with the lust raging in his body. He watched his brother stagger to a kitchen chair and collapse. His mother slowly sank to her knees in exhaustion, and he heard her moaning inarticulate and mewing sounds.
Going to her quickly, he reached down and put his arm around her naked shoulders and helped her to her feet. She leaned against him, and he saw that teals were coming from her beautiful green eyes.
'Mom, please don't cry. We really didn't want to hurt you. Please Mom, don't be mad at us.'
Polly squeezed him and said with a wane smile. 'Don't worry, darling. I'm crying because I feel so good inside. I don't want to fight it anymore. You and your brother were right, I did want to make love to you. I know it's not right, but God, Peter, I can't live without sex anymore. I love both you boys so much, and I know what you did to me was because I got you excited this morning. Now I don't care what you do with me as long as you give me all of your love.'
Peter grinned. 'You mean you want all of our cock, don't you, Mom? You liked doing what we told you to, didn't you?'
Polly's face flushed, but she didn't hesitate.
'Oh God yes, Peter. I want your cocks in me and I don't care what you make me do or say. I loved it, darling. You surprised me when you said you remembered hearing your father and I making love. Did you really remember how he talked to me?'
'Yes we did. It was real strange when we first listened but later on we began to understand. When we talked to our friend about it, it was all explained to us. We were told it would probably make you excited and it sure did.'
Polly caressed his cheek and looked lovingly into his face. 'Your friend is quite the expert, isn't he? When am I going to meet him? I'm awfully embarrassed to think someone outside of the three of us knows about this thing we've done.'
'Don't worry Mom, you'll find out who it is soon enough. Anyway, how about me now? Will you do something for me now? I'm so horny my balls are aching, Mom.'
She smiled at him. 'Remember darling, you're my masters now. You have to tell me what you want me to do. I wouldn't want to be accused of leading my two babies astray. If you give me an order, and I can't fight you, then I have to do what you tell me to. Do you understand, Peter?'
'Sure Mom. We both understand, and we like it that way. This way you can't be responsible for what we do to you. Is that right, Mom?'
Polly slowly nodded her head. She was amazed at the maturity in the two of them. She wasn't sure if it had been there all along, or if it was the sudden influence of this new friend of theirs. She wondered who he could be. She was almost afraid to think of what would happen when she was suddenly confronted with him face to face. Whatever had brought about this instant maturity in her sons, she knew that they were now able to figure out what it was that they would have to do to help their mother cope with this new strange relationship they were sharing. For some unknown reason it made Polly feel better about the whole thing.
'Mom, I want you to suck my cock again. This time let's go into your room and use the big bed though. It's big enough for all of us to get comfortable.'
'Yeah Mom,' Donny said. 'I enjoyed screwing that way, but it sure makes a fellow feel tired afterwards. I think I'll stick to beds and floors from now on. It felt good though, just the same.'
Polly grinned at Donny. 'You sure are a complainer. Your father used to make me bend over the couch and a couple times he even used the dining room table when you boys were out playing. He never complained.'
'Yeah, well he was stronger than we are. Maybe if we get lots of practice with you Mom, we'll be able to do it those ways too.'
Peter gripped his mother's arm and steered her toward the door.
'Enough of this gabbing, Mrs. Bell, you heard what I wanted you to do, now get ready to blow your son's cock until he comes in your mouth. You'd like that wouldn't you?'
Polly felt a thrill race through her. Being talked to like that by Peter was turning her passions on again.
'Yes, Master Peter. I'd love to taste your cock in my mouth. Do you have any more orders for me, Master Peter?'
Peter Bell felt a strange sense of power race through him at his mother's strange words. He knew she was playing along with what they'd already decided, but to hear her voluntarily call him 'master' was even better than he and Donny had figured it would be.
'That feels neat being called Master, Mom. You like to have masters don't you?'
'Yes, Peter, I do. I won't try to explain it to you now, but someday you'll understand maybe.'
Donny stood up and said, 'Are you a masochist, Mom? Our friend explained about masochists to us, and after we explained what happened this morning and what you said then, our friend said you were probably a masochist and liked being ordered around or got turned on by being made helpless and then raped. That's when we decided to do what we did.'
Polly shook her head. 'This friend of yours certainly has all the answers. Yes, I guess I am a masochist. Your father realized that shortly after we got married, and we were very happy. I don't like to be hurt though, at least not a lot of pain. Just enough to make me excited and then lots of loving. Do you think you'll be able to take care of me by doing that?'
Peter slid his hand down to her naked ass and squeezed. 'I think we already proved that Mom. Let's go now. I can't wait to do it some more.'
The three of them went into Polly's bedroom and soon the boys were sitting on the bed and Polly was standing in front of them.
Peter said, 'We're your masters now Mom, and you'll serve us anyway you have to, to make us come and feel excited. Do you understand?'
Polly blushed as the ludicrousness of the situation became clear to her. However, she couldn't escape the effect that the boys had on her when they talked to her that way or treated her as they had done in the kitchen.
She bowed her head in supplication. 'Yes Masters. Tell me what you wish me to do and I'll do it. I'm your slave.'
Peter said, 'You know Donny, I haven't fucked our slave yet, and you've had her pussy twice. I think I'll do it this time.'
'Yeah, it felt great both times. Mom's got a tight cunt and it's hotter than hell inside her.'
'Come over here and kiss my dick, Mom, then when it's all wet and slick, I want you to sit on me and let me watch you fuck me. You'd like to do that wouldn't you?'
'Yes, Peter. I'll do anything to get your cock in me.'
She bent her knees and was soon clutching his erect tool in her soft hand. She bent her head and quickly licked away the traces of the semen that had escaped earlier. She opened her mouth and his cock disappeared into it. She laved it with her tongue and it was soon juicy and exuding even more semen as she became even more aroused.
Finally she took it from her sucking lips and said, 'Is that wet enough, darling? Can I get on it now. I really want to feel it in my pussy. I'll suck you off later, but would you please fuck me flow, darling? I'm so hot.'
Peter arranged himself on the bed, and after putting pillows behind his head he told his mother to do what she had to do to get his dick into her pussy.
Polly quickly straddled his hips, and reaching down, took his wet cock and placed the head of it against her cunt. With slow deliberate movements, she slowly inched it into her steaming cauldron of passion. She allowed her breath to hiss out of her clenched teeth as her full weight came down on the point of his erection. It was now lodged against her cervix, and that pressure was so exciting.
Looking down she saw her son's eyes were closed in rapture, and she slowly raised her hips a few inches and again drove the blunt head of his cock against her tender organs.
'Jesus Mom, your cunt is so hot. I don't know if lean keep from coming right away or not. I want to shoot
