Family Ties/Call Timmy into the room so he can have a front row seat too.
"This is a little ridiculous..."
Stacy pauses her theatrical presentation and looks at you with trepidation.
You summon your stern, fatherly voice. "Timmy. Get out here."
Stacy's eyes dart to the side. The intensity of her gaze tells you that Timmy is already on his way.
You gradually turn your head to meet your son who is now almost next to you. Tim's stretchy pajama pants are tented out in front of him. His hands are shoved into his pockets. He's facing you when he stops, but he frequently glances toward his mother as well as your own exposed cock.
Stacy awkwardly slides down off the counter and crosses her arms in front of her chest.
"No, no, no..." you scold. "You keep doing exactly what you were doing. You weren't planning on stopping before, so you aren't stopping now."
She bites her lip, seemingly trying to hold back her excitement, then hops back onto the counter. Haltingly she continues her prior movements.
You slap your hand on your knee. "Have a seat, son."
Timmy shuffles in front of you and backs up onto your leg. You pull him up with one hand and slide him closer to your lap. Your other never leaves your cock.
Your wife's eyes are still darting as wildly as before, they just don't have to travel as far. She plunges two fingers as deep as they'll go then pulls them out and up to her lips to taste them.
"Tell me honey, which one of these cocks are you most interested in?" You grab hold of Timmy's tent mid-sentence. Stacy's fingers are resting in her mouth when she watches you grip your son's dick through his PJs. You could swear she started sucking them more intently when you did.
Frustratingly she doesn't respond. You have a pretty good idea what her answer will be but she doesn't appear to be willing to say it out loud. Perhaps she's worried about what you might do. You have to admit you're not entirely sure yourself, but feeling the stiff contours of your younger son's dick through his pants is certainly giving you some ideas.