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CHAPTER FOUR

Polly didn't allow herself to think about what had happened in the boys' room. They ate excitedly and carried on a running commentary about their plans for the day, and as soon as they finished, they jumped up, quickly grabbed their beach gear and left. As Donny pecked her on the cheek his hand caressed her full, soft breast through her robe, and then he was gone out the door behind Peter.

She was startled at the casual way they had handled a situation that was so packed with emotion for her.

After setting her house in order, Polly showered and did her hair and make up. While brushing her lovely auburn hair in front of the bathroom full-length mirror, she looked at her nude form. She still had a lovely body, although no longer as lithe and supple as she had had when she first met Ben. The lovely, slightly pouting breasts had been firmer and poked their pink nipples proudly into the air. Her hips were slimmer too. Now her stomach had a slight swell below her navel and her thighs had thickened a little. She was still a beautiful woman for her thirty-seven years, though. Her luxurious auburn hair and green eyes were her crowning glory.

Ben had met her while she'd been trying to break into modeling. He was a photographer then for an agency she was working for. She modeled lingerie and swim attire, her body then being too robust and healthy and her breasts too large to qualify her as an emaciated high-style model.

She and Ben instantly fell in love and soon she was living with him. It was frowned upon by most people then, but neither of them had a family of their own, and they simply didn't care what the world thought. Ben was also a man who didn't want his wife to work, but since she was still determined to make it in the modeling field, she refused to marry him and forsake her career ambitions. They had compromised, and it had been a good arrangement for the both of them.

Three years later she discovered she was pregnant. Ben had quit photographing fashion models and had become a recognized expert in news coverage with his cameras. After talking it over they realized they both wanted a family and marriage had followed. Polly quit posing and settled down to await the birth of their baby.

When the doctor told her that she'd had two healthy boys that were mirror images of each other, she was in seventh heaven. Ben had nearly killed himself celebrating with his cronies.

Five years later they bought land south of San Francisco, on the beach, and a year later moved into their own home.

Ben traveled a great deal as a news photographer, but he made a point of spending as much time as possible with his family. He and Polly had developed a very active and diversified sex life during their single days living together, and having a family didn't change their habits any. Neither was inhibited about discussing with the other, some fantasy or desire. They had experimented with many forms of giving mutual pleasure. One thing always remained the same though, and that was that Polly was most excited and turned on when subjected to dominance. Ben learned to treat her with a loving yet masterful manner during their private moments. Polly reveled in submitting to his demands. He tied her up and taunted her with passion and threats of degradation. She squirmed when she thought of the ways she'd slavishly served him and in the end had her own body ravished and completely loved by her husband. He always had her dress in flowing gowns with sheet peignoirs and nylons with a garter belt. High-heeled pumps added to the allure of her graceful and supply figure. Oral attention was lavished on every part of Ben's body, and then after a full orgasm, he would reverse the rolls and drive her out of her mind with passion and lust. She was often placed in a particularly lewd position and tied securely. Ben would then tease her and build her body's passion to the boiling point before finally satisfying her with an orgasm that would usually leave her semiconscious. Afterwards, they would lay in each others arms and tenderly love each other while the sounds of the surf and the ocean breezes would finally lull them into deep sleep.

Polly remembered one night when the boys had reached their tenth birthdays, and Polly remarked to Ben how their small sex organs were beginning to really develop. Ben held her and slowly created a fantasy for her in which she was being ravished by her two husky sons while he sat and directed them. Polly had been a bit uncomfortable at first, but as Ben warmed to the subject, she had grown more passionate and finally, while he sank his hardened shaft into her soaked cunt, she'd moaned out to her fantasy lovers all of the sexual acts she yearned for them to commit with her. Ben had gone wild with lust and pounded her prone body for half the night. She remembered him shooting his come into her many times that night, and each time she experienced a mind-staggering orgasm of her own.

Those strange and forbidden fantasies hadn't been talked about again. Ben had been killed two months later in a plane crash.

If it hadn't been for the quiet loving strength of the boys, Polly would have probably lost her mind to the overwhelming grief. It was almost a year before she regained her full composure, but then things had settled down to a comfortable boredom that helped heal her broken heart and shattered mind.

Polly and the boys had been well provided for, and she had been contacted by some of Ben's old friends in the news services and now did occasional fashion consultant jobs for the yearly shows. She traveled only once or twice a year to Europe to update her material, and while gone, a local woman took care of the boys. Her personal life had been celibate until this morning.

She dated very infrequently, and then ft was usually tied in with an assignment or with an old friend who might happen by. She'd met Stephen Lark on the beach one morning while walking. His warm and undemanding nature made him easy to be with. They'd dined together a few times, but he'd always refrained from mentioning his personal life. He had told her that his wife had left him five years earlier, and he'd taken complete charge of their daughter, Sandy. Polly knew that he'd been a college professor some years ago, but that after having written a successful book on one of his field trips, he'd abandoned the academic life for the free and easy life of a world traveler and writer. She also knew that they did a great deal of traveling in their spacious boat. They had a lovely house they rented year round, on the beach, but spent more time on the boat. Steve said he maintained it to give Sandy a feeling of permanence somewhere in the world.

Sandy was a lovely, fifteen-year-old blonde, like her father. Her shape was lovely, and her healthy body was a joy to watch, either running on the beach or astride one of the horses they rented, as she'd seen them earlier that morning. Sandy had been quietly polite to her, and a trifle wistful when she'd looked at Polly and the boys. Her deep-blue eyes had looked sad when she heard of the family activities that Polly and the boys always had going. Polly had invited her to the house a few times, but Sandy had never accepted an invitation. She always excused herself by saying that her father needed her to help with his work. Polly knew that Sandy was tutored by her father, and she demonstrated a keen and inquiring mind. Polly realized that her traveling had probably broadened her as much as the tutoring.

The thoughts of Sandy and her father brought the image of her sons to her mind. The sight of their 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.