She walked quickly down the hall to the large room that Donny and Peter shared. The beach house had been built for the prospective family that she and. Ben had planned, and the large room had been the master bedroom she and Ben shared. Now, not having a man in her life, she had left the bedroom to her twin sons. The excess room and the memories of the wonderful nights she and her husband had shared no longer gave her any happiness. The boys loved the room and it now reflected the presence of two lusty young males, with the normal appetites of fourteen-year-old boys, just coming into their manhood.

Polly stopped at their door, which was ajar, and looked in. The twins were young men nearly, and Polly had experienced strange emotions when she'd accidentally come upon them while they were undressed. She wasn't even aware of exactly what these emotions were, but she did know they left her trembling on a couple of occasions.

Both of the boys were nude and kneeling on a window seat ledge looking down toward the beach. Whatever they were watching was proceeding down the beach because both boys were turned in profile to her.

"Geeze, did you see her tits jump when that horse jogged her, Pete?"

That was Donny, the more light-hearted of the two boys, and most talkative. He was more like her than Ben. Peter more resembled his father in that he was a deeper thinker and talked less.

Polly saw that as they turned to watch the beach, their young muscular bodies turned far enough to reveal their groins. Both boys lived on the beach and their bodies were bronze hued. The pale contrast where their trunks usually hugged their hips helped to outline their dark pubic area, and at the moment, their protruding young cocks which were nearly fully erect. Polly grasped and clutched the front of her gown in a tight fist. She was immediately aware of the churning feeling deep in her stomach, and she almost sighed audibly as she stated at her Sons' excited, nude bodies.