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
