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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."

Sandy turned her back quickly to Donny, and he opened the dress and then she slid it off her body. She was gloriously nude underneath.

Polly untied her garment at the shoulder and waist and it too slid right off her. She stood before them uncertainly as her embarrassment became nearly as strong as her passion.

"What do I do now?" she asked.

Sandy had one hand on Donny's cock while he stroked her tight, smooth tits. "What would you like to do Mrs. Bell?"

She wanted to hear Polly ask for the ravishment of her body that Sandy knew she was craving. It was one more humiliation that Polly craved.

Polly looked piteously from one child to another. Her face looked as though she were torn between breaking down in sobs to passion. "Oh God, I want to be screwed by my sons. I don't care where or how, just have them screw me."

"Are we your masters now?" Peter asked.

"Yes, you're my masters. You only have to order me to do something. I'll be your slave, Peter."

Donny said, "Come here Mom and suck my cock. It's wet and I don't want to waste any come."

Polly was burning with humiliation and lust as she walked to Donny and then went to her knees. She was quick to grab his cock and lick the accumulated pre-ejaculation fluid from it. Her tongue laved the head of his erection, and then she pulled his hips forward so he was jammed into her mouth as far as his cock could reach. She reveled in having her nose buried in her son's pubic hair.

Sandy put her hand on Polly's head. "That's enough Mrs. Bell, you don't want to suck him off, do you?"

Polly looked up at the two young people, tears of passion running out of her eyes. She nodded her head silently and then mumbled, "Yes. Yes, I do want to suck him off. I want to drown in his come and eat his delicious cock."

Her eyes were becoming glazed, her emotions were running so high. Donny saw this and, reaching out, pushed his mother's face into the thick muff at Sandy's crotch. Polly only groaned her submission, and she was then clasping the young girl's hips with her eager hands, her tongue gouging her pink-lipped cunt. Sandy's own juices flowed at the touch of Polly's lips and tongue. She put her head back and moaned, and Donny had to hold her erect as the young girl's legs shook and she came in Polly's sucking mouth.

"Oh my God, suck me, Mrs. Bell. Eat all my come you greedy piggy. Oh God!"

Her hands were entwined in Polly's hair, and she strained as her cunt spasmed one time after another. Polly sucked quite hard and managed to capture nearly all of Sandy's young, sweet cunt fluids.

Polly released Sandy's hips and, sitting back on her curled up feet, looked eagerly from one child to another. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Get up Mom and let's go to your bedroom," Peter ordered.

They helped her to her feet, and, with both boys helping the two females, they walked into Polly's bedroom and the three children sat on her large bed. She stood in front of them in just her nylons and garter belt. She was now regaining some of her senses, and she felt more humiliated and awkward than she could ever remember feeling in her life. Why she couldn't fight these children's hold on her, she was unable to figure out.

"Please, don't do this to me anymore," Polly begged. "Take me and use me, but don't make me beg, please." She turned to Sandy and continued. "I'm their mother. It's so degrading with you watching us and ordering me too."

"Be quiet, Slave," Peter ordered. "You know you like it. Tell us what you are now. You feel excitement all through your body standing nude in front of us with Sandy's come on your face, don't you? You look sexy as hell, Mom. You should always wear just nylons around us."

Polly's body experienced a spasm of shaking. To hell with my dignity, she thought. I'm sick and depraved. I need their bodies and I'm hooked on screwing my own children.

"Oh God Peter, I want you and Donny to fuck me. I'm just a slut and I don't care what you do to me. I want your cocks in my mouth and my cunt. I'll do anything you tell me to Peter, I'm just your slave."

With that she sank to her knees and crawled to where they sat, and with mewing sounds, she eagerly grasped their legs in her arms and licked their thighs, and then each in turn felt her hot breath and wet tongue on their cocks. She sat back on her heels, and, cupping her full breasts, she squeezed both of them tightly. She offered them like fruit to eat.

"Don't you want to feel my tits rubbed all over your bodies? Please boys, take me now, I'm begging you just like you want."

Sandy stood up, and, helping Polly to her feet, she talked to the twins. "Peter, get on the bed and let her lick your ass. It'll feel so good you'll probably come right away."

"Oh yes Peter, let me eat your ass. I'm a hungry doggy, and I want to sniff and lick your balls and ass. It'll make you feel so excited."

Peter quickly got on his knees on the bed, and Polly huddled down behind him. She looked at his muscular young buttocks, and, reaching out, she separated to the two meaty globes of her son's ass. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the crease between his ass cheeks. When she got to his tiny, brown puckered rectal opening, she didn't hesitate to stiffen her tongue and spear it into his ass-hole.

Peter's cock throbbed and began to leak sperm. Polly grabbed his cock and yanked on it softly.

Donny had no self-control left, and, seeing what his mother was doing, he quickly got behind her and played with her furry bush. He ran his fingers inside her cunt, and he, too, leaned over and ran his tongue over her ass.

When Polly felt his hot wet tongue heading for her rectum, she moaned into Peter's ass. Donny sucked his mother's ass as his hand drove her to his first climax. Her juices ran down his fingers and hand.

Sandy watched and then said, "She's coming Donny. Why don't you get your cock wet in her snatch and then slip it up her hot ass. She'll hurt a little, but it'll really turn her on."

Donny didn't question Sandy's instructions, so he quickly grasped his hard-on and slid it into his mother's soaking cunt. As he screwed her from behind he scooped up some of the dripping cream she was exuding and smeared her rectum with it. After her ass-hole and his cock were well lubricated he pulled out of her cunt and placed the rosy-headed cock against her rectal opening. The tight sphincter muscle resisted, but the eager youngster persisted and with a slight popping noise his glans slipped past the guardian muscle and Donny was in his mother's rectum. His slim cock slid up her wet, hot rectal channel until his balls brushed against her soaked crotch.

Polly was consumed with lust and drove her hips backwards against Donny. His cock rammed into her tender bowels, and she gloried in the jolting pain and degradation he was imposing on her. Her lips were now sucking Peter's rectum as hard as she could. She had driven her tongue as far into him as she could reach, and she reveled in the grossness of her act.

Peter was practically overwhelmed with pleasure. "Oh shit Mom, suck my ass. You're a bitch, Mom. God it's gonna make me come. Suck all my cream, Mom. Blow me now!"

He pulled away from her mouth and flipped over on his back. Polly quickly grabbed his leaking crank and licked the swollen glans clean of all the dribbling sperm he had exuded. She popped the cock into her mouth and jammed it into her throat, her cheeks caving in with the sucking she was giving him.

"Suck me, Slave. Eat all that cock you've got there. Mom, you should see Donny fucking your ass like a dog. You're a bitch in heat, Mom, aren't you?"

Peter's voice and the words he used drove Polly to a fever pitch of lust. Her cunt spasmed and cream leaked from it in a steady stream. Her thighs were becoming soaked with her cream.

Peter turned to see Sandy sitting on the bed fingering her own burning snatch. He reached out a hand and squeezed her hard, pointed tits.

"Hey Sandy, why don't you let me suck your cunt while our slave blows me and Donny fucks hell out of her."

Polly's groan indicated she heard Peter's remarks and she reached a full orgasm as a result.

Sandy couldn't resist and soon she was perched over Peter's upturned face, her cunt settled over his eager mouth. At the first touch of his tongue, she began to exude her passionate juices. Peter sucked and drank all the delicious fluid her body would give him.

Donny was gripping his mother's swinging tits as he leaned over her back. His cock was beginning to swell inside her ass, and Polly knew that any second now, one more indignity would be accomplished on her body.

"I'm there now, Mom. Shake your ass, Mom, you're gonna get an ass-hole full of my come, Slave. I'm coming in it now. Oooohhhh!"

A blast of hot sperm hit Polly's tender rectum and then the next one went deeper into her bowels. She ground her hips into his as he bathed her inner organs with his rich, creamy froth. Her own body was triggered into coming again, and this time Donny's hand jammed itself into her soaking cunt. She came and groaned, her mouth full of Peter's exploding cock. He bathed her mouth and she swallowed as quickly as she could. His sperm tasted salty and had a creamy texture to it.

Polly held on as tightly as possible as he was thrashing around on the bed. He too was drinking an orgasm. Sandy howled and moaned as she squeezed her own tits until they were red. Her body seemed to simply open up and all of her fluids fell from her expanded cunt lips, right into Peter's eager mouth.

Donny couldn't hold himself erect on his knees, he was so weak, and he fell to one side. His semi-hard cock was pulled unexpectedly from Polly's spasming rectum and a trail of slime dripped from her ass onto the bed.

She flinched as Donny pulled froth her body, but she continued to suck the last remaining drops of sperm from her son's cock. Finally, she too rolled on her side in exhaustion.

Sandy's legs were becoming cramped holding her tired body up over Peter's face, so she moved aside and sagged weakly on the bed beside Peter. The room was silent except for the sounds of their deep breathing and an occasional moan from Polly as her body subsided from the emotional peak it had been driven to.

Sandy felt the presence of someone watching her, and she opened her eyes and looked around. Standing in the doorway, nude, and with a large hard-on, was her father. His eyes were wide in excitement, and Sandy smiled as he began to move into the room.