57. Why Aren’t You Wearing Any Clothes Again?
After dinner was over, they headed home in a quiet, comfortable mood. The conversation shifted to casual topics, and the strange incident with Angela at the restaurant was temporarily forgotten. She acted as if nothing had happened when she returned from the restroom, her cheeks slightly flushed, but no one brought it up again.
By the time they arrived home, everyone was too tired to stay up late, and one by one, they all retired to their rooms.
Angela and Steve were no exception. They both said their goodnights and disappeared into their rooms. However, Shawn didn't plan on following suit right away. Instead, he had a more interesting destination in mind: his parents' room.
Still, before going there, he took a quick shower, changed into his shorts, and used a wet towel to dry his damp hair. When he was ready, he made his way to his parents' bedroom, knocking lightly on the door.
"Mom, Dad? Can I come in?" he called out, not too loudly to avoid drawing any attention from his siblings' rooms.
There was a pause before his father's deep voice responded. "Yeah, it's open. What's up, Shawn?"
Pushing the door open, Shawn stepped inside, seeing his father in bed reading something on his tablet while his mother was probably in the attached bathroom.
"You know what, Dad, I was hoping I could sleep here again. I forgot to call the AC technician, and my room is hotter than a sauna," Shawn chuckled as he closed the door behind him, acting as casual as ever.
He wasn't exactly lying, but his real reason was much more than the heat.
Luckily, Donald just shook his head at his son's words and gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "You should be responsible about those things. I told you to make the call yesterday morning itself. And honestly, I can't understand how it's so hot. The whole house is cooled, but just your room is boiling like hell."
He glanced up at Shawn, adjusting his glasses. "But fine, just this once. Tomorrow you better get that AC fixed, or you'll have to deal with the heat on your own. Understood?"
"Of course, Dad. I promise. Thanks!" Shawn grinned and climbed into the large bed beside his father. He plopped down, pulling the blanket up to his waist as if it were completely normal for him to sleep there.
For a while, everything seemed normal, until the bathroom door opened, and out came Caroline. Freshly showered, her hair was damp and loose around her shoulders, making her look even more sensual.
However, what made Shawn's heart race wasn't just the way she looked but what she was wearing. Or rather, not wearing anything at all.
Just like that night, she came out naked, her curvy, pale body fully exposed in the soft light of the bedside lamp. Her full, round breasts swayed slightly with each step, her pink nipples hard from the cool air. Below, her soft pussy lips were bare and tempting, and Shawn had to bite back a groan at the sight.
Donald, of course, was also surprised, looking up from his tablet. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at his wife's naked figure and then over at Shawn, who was very obviously ogling her.
"Uh, honey? Why aren't you wearing any clothes again? The other night was... I guess... fine, but you're doing it again. Right in front of our son, for god's sake," Donald scolded her lightly, but there wasn't much heat in his voice.
It was clear that he was henpecked and would let Caroline do whatever she wanted. Yet he was trying to be a "responsible" parent at the same time.
And Caroline didn't waste the chance to tease him, a small, sly smile playing on her lips as she walked toward the bed. "I told you already, didn't I? Shawn has seen my naked body many times growing up. And as his mother, I'm not shy in front of him."
She then winked playfully before posing right in front of him, one hand on her hip, her other hand reaching up to comb through her messy brown hair. "Besides, I want to know what he thinks. Last time I didn't hear his thoughts."
Her words and her pose were bold and provocative. She wasn't just talking to her husband; she was putting on a show for Shawn, one that had his cock throbbing under the blanket.
"Uhhh... Why would you want to hear what he thinks? He's your son! Why does it matter what he thinks of his mother's body?" Donald was starting to get more uncomfortable now, shifting his gaze from his wife to Shawn and back again. "Come on, let's be reasonable. You can't just go around like this."
Meanwhile, Shawn kept quiet. He knew that anything he said might make things more awkward, and frankly, he was too distracted by his mother's stunning, nude form to speak. After all, he was looking at her right beside his father, while knowing full well he had been deep inside her that very day. The situation was wild, to say the least.
On the other hand, Caroline didn't back down, her eyes now shifting from her husband to her son. Her expression softened into something sultry, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she eyed him hungrily. "I want to know what my sweet, grown son thinks of my body. He is young and has his girlfriend now, right? So I wonder... am I as beautiful as she is? Do you still find your mother sexy and arousing? Or... am I just some old woman losing her charms?"
Those words made Donald freeze. The fact that his wife was comparing herself to Shawn's girlfriend and asking such intimate questions right in front of him... it was more than just awkward. It was weird, but when he realized Caroline was feeling vulnerable about her age and attractiveness, his anger quickly softened into understanding.
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