The whole day passed like a breeze for Shawn. After the thrilling session he'd had with his mother Caroline, he didn't feel like doing anything but basking in the afterglow. He lounged in her office, chatting idly about random things as if they hadn't just been fucking each other's brains out.
Though Shawn was more excited about his next daily intelligence than anything else.
He couldn't shake the curiosity of what he might find with Level 3 Intelligence. Would it reveal another hidden fortune, some secret information, or maybe another beautiful woman who would end up in his bed? He could barely wait to see.
"Alright, Shawn. I'm finished with work. Let's head home." Caroline stood up from her desk and stretched her arms above her head. The movement made her blouse tighten across her chest, emphasizing her full, heavy breasts, and Shawn couldn't help but stare.
Even though he had already enjoyed her body multiple times, he still couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. The curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and those long, toned legs that looked even sexier in the heels she always wore. And not to mention, that beautiful face didn't look a day over thirty, if not younger. Every part of her was enough to make any man, even her own son, weak at the knees.
"You're still staring, you little pervert. Didn't you get enough earlier?" Caroline smirked when she noticed his gaze, walking over to him and grabbing his hand.
Shawn grinned back at her, squeezing her hand in response. "Nope, not even close. There's no such thing as 'enough' when it comes to you, Mom."
He said it so casually, so sweetly, but the meaning behind it made Caroline's cheeks flush. She pulled him out of the office, trying to hide her reaction. But before she could say anything else, Angela approached them, looking a bit stressed as usual.
"So you were with Mom all day. Why am I even surprised?" Angela shot him a slightly annoyed look, crossing her arms. "Anyway, I think we should eat outside today. I don't feel like having dinner at home."
"Oh? Is something bothering you, sweetie? You don't usually want to go out for dinner on weekdays." Caroline asked with concern, tilting her head as she looked at her daughter.
Angela let out a sigh, pushing her black hair back from her face. "I'm just... tired of the usual routine. I need to relax a bit."
"Well, that's fine. Let's go. There's this new restaurant I've heard about that's supposed to have good food." Caroline nodded and turned to Shawn. "What do you think?"
Shawn had no objections, so they all waited for Donald and Steve to finish their work before leaving the company. Then they drove to the restaurant, a nice, cozy-looking place with warm lighting and a relaxing ambiance. It wasn't too crowded, which was perfect for a quiet family dinner.
They ordered their food, chatted, and everything seemed to be going smoothly until Angela, sitting across the table, started acting weirdly. She kept shifting in her seat, her eyes glancing around, her leg bouncing slightly under the table.
At first, no one paid much attention, thinking she was just restless. But when Shawn noticed how she kept rubbing her thighs together and biting her lower lip, it hit him. She was clearly horny.
'Wow, she can't still be thinking about our little morning "session," can she? That must be it,' Shawn thought to himself, his lips curling into a smug smile. He found it amusing and a little exciting that she was so turned on, and the fact that she couldn't hide it from him made it even more thrilling.
So he decided to test her. Shawn leaned back, casually slipping his shoes off under the table before slowly moving his foot toward her. He brushed it against her leg, the contact intentional and lingering. Angela froze at the sudden touch, her eyes flicking to him in a sharp mix of surprise and warning.
'What the hell are you doing? Stop that!' she mouthed, clearly alarmed. But Shawn only grinned wider, keeping his foot where it was and slowly sliding it higher.
Angela tried to keep a straight face, but her eyes widened when he moved up to her inner thigh, his toes teasing her skin in the most intimate way. He then gently rubbed his foot against the crotch of her black pants, knowing exactly what effect it would have.
"Angela? Is something wrong?" Caroline asked, noticing her daughter's expression. "Don't tell me you don't like the food. I picked this place especially for you."
Angela shook her head quickly. "No, it's fine. I just... felt a little dizzy for a second. Must be the lack of good sleep." She forced a small laugh, trying to cover her discomfort, even as her body betrayed her.
Her heart was racing from both fear of being caught and arousal from what Shawn was doing. She was getting wetter by the second, and she knew Shawn could sense it. The damn smirk on his face told her everything.
"Hahaha... I told you so many times that you need to take a break and relax. Yet, you keep ignoring my words." Steve added with a teasing tone, unaware of the real reason behind his sister's strange behavior. He took another bite of his food while shaking his head. "But now we know the consequences."
"Shut up, Steve. I'm serious," Angela snapped back, though she sounded more flustered than angry.
"Okay, okay. Don't bite my head off. I'm just worried, you know."
As they argued lightly, Shawn didn't stop. His foot continued to press against Angela's clothed pussy, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm. It was dangerous, with their parents and brother right there, but that was the whole point.
Angela was so close to losing it, and she hated that she loved it. Her eyes glared daggers at Shawn, silently pleading with him to stop, but he just kept going, enjoying her reactions far too much.
Finally, Angela couldn't take it anymore. "Mom... I think I need to use the restroom. My stomach is hurting a little. I'll be right back."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Caroline asked, already halfway out of her seat, clearly concerned.
"No! No... I'll be fine. Just stay here and finish your meal." Angela insisted as she pushed her chair back, trying to sound as normal as possible. She avoided everyone's gaze, especially Shawn's, as she hurried to the restroom, her movements tense and rushed.
The moment she was out of sight, Caroline looked at everyone else with a confused frown. "That girl has been acting strange lately. She barely eats and hardly speaks. I hope she's not pushing herself too hard."
"She'll be fine, honey. Angela knows her limits," Donald assured his wife. "Though I've noticed it too, she has been a bit... moody these days. But then again, she's always been a little serious. It must have gotten worse recently because of the financial crisis we're facing."
Steve, of course, had his own opinion. "I don't think that's the only reason. Angela probably just needs to find herself a boyfriend. With someone to distract her from her workaholic life, she would be happier."
His words made Donald and Caroline nod thoughtfully, but Shawn stayed quiet, pretending to focus on his food while a smirk tugged at his lips. Little did his family know, he had been "distracting" Angela plenty already, even if he couldn't be her boyfriend in the open.
'Just a few more times and maybe I can change her for good.' He thought with satisfaction, picturing his prim and proper sister becoming a horny, insatiable slut just for him.
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