My mates met us at the plane steps. We were attacked by two little boys. Every time I was away from them for a few days I was amazed at how much they ...ad seemed to grow and learn.I squatted so I could be at their level for hugs and kisses. After the welcome they wanted to help with my bags. With the handle all the way out I leaned my portable office over so they could pull it along. With a little guidance each took a side and pulled it towards the terminal building.It was time for the walk to. As I was dressing up I kept thinking that whether all my efforts would stoke my son’s loins enough to make the first move. I thought up another additional incentive by taking another set of my bra and panty.I left them in the bathroom for Joy to access later. I hoped he would not start to jerk off immediately in the bathroom and carry those to his bedroom to masturbate in leisure. Then I would sneak in and catch him in the act.The scheme was so clichéd and repeated in so many porn flicks that I. Our eyebrows lifted in unison, each one questioning the other, until we both broke out into a fit of silent giggles. I looked down to see he was still masturbating.“Shhhh,” he whispered, and I watched as he slowly pulled the blanket from his lap with his other hand, exposing his stiff six-inch dick. His shorts and boxer-briefs were halfway down his thighs. I quickly glanced over to the couch to see our parents were still asleep and then caught his eye again.“Are you crazy?” I whispered a little. But then he started getting harder. And faster. And meaner. He was laughing, too. The louder I got with my cries, the giddier he seemed to get. He started exploring my ass with his finger, poking inside. I started squirming again. He finally released me, giving me one last hard spank. Tim came and laid himself on the floor in front of me. He spread his legs so that I was in between and then inched closer to me. “Sweet, beautiful thing,” Tim said to me. “Lick me?” He pointed to his chest. For.