She wanted them as lovers. She closed her eyes and bit her dark-red lips. She knew she should not give in to these terrible temptations, but as her hand increased its tempo, her determination began to dissolve.

Finally, after hearing the boys describe having seen her in the nude, while asleep, and then Donny asking his brother how he would like to actually fondle his mother's body, it was the breaking point of Polly's self-restraint.

Ben had been an ardent and forceful lover, and Polly hadn't taken another lover into her bed nor seriously contemplated it for more than a few moments. She knew that she was now on the verge of going to her own sons and giving herself to them. She didn't care what they did to her, only so long as they could bring relief to her burning loins and stop the cramping desire in her body.

Pushing open their door, she said, "Good morning boys, can I help you with your problems there?"

Their faces were flushed with sexual excitement and now stark fear made them pale. They were both confused, and as they tried to hide their obvious excitement, Peter slammed the notebook closed. He pushed his stiff cock between his thighs and tried to hold it there as Polly slowly walked towards them.

Donny's face was red from embarrassment now, but he froze in his shock, his hand still gripping his turgid cock. His eyes were glued to his mother.

"M-Mom, what're you doing there? I mean, me and Peter were just talking, Mom. We weren't doing nothing wrong, honest Mom."

Peter chimed in, attempting to do anything to distract his mother's attention from the condition between their legs. Being nude before her was bad enough, but to be caught jacking-off was impossible for them to handle.

"Mom, we didn't know you were up. We just got up to look at the beach. We're going swimming before we eat breakfast. Is that okay with you Mom?"