Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 504: Mother’s College Friend: Aunt Diana

The crack of my palm against Ravina’s soaked, swollen pussy echoed through the room like a gunshot. Her body arched violently, her back snapping off the bed as her thighs trembled, her toes curling into the sheets. Then—

"Aaaaaaaaaaah—! N-No—! Ah—! Ah—! Aaaah—! Aaaaaaaah—!"

Her scream was raw, guttural, the sound of a woman shattered by pleasure.

A torrent of fluid burst from her, soaking the sheets, her inner thighs, even drenching my hand as she convulsed, her fingers clawing at the mattress before her body went limp, collapsing into the wet mess she’d made. Her chest heaved, her skin flushed, her pussy still twitching in the aftermath.

I grinned, my cock throbbing at the sight of her—broken, spent, perfect. But the night wasn’t over.

Agatha was already curled against me, her full, heavy tits pressing into my side, her hairy cunt warm where my cock rested against her.

I pulled them both closer, Ravina’s limp body molding against my other side, her breath hot against my shoulder.

The scent of sex—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled the air as I nuzzled into Agatha’s cleavage, my arm draped over Ravina’s waist, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of her hip.

Sleep claimed me fast, the weight of their bodies anchoring me in the afterglow of pleasure.

When I woke, the morning light spilled through the curtains, golden and lazy.

Ravina and Agatha were still asleep, their breaths slow and steady. Ravina’s leg was hitched over mine, her pussy still glistening from last night, her lips parted in sleep.

Agatha’s tits rose and fell with each breath, her nipples hard even in slumber, her thick, curly bush brushing against my thigh.

I slipped out carefully, my cock stirring as it dragged against Agatha’s softness. The memory of burying myself in her tight, hairy cunt flashed through my mind, but I pushed it aside. I had other plans.

The shower was scalding, the water cascading over my skin, washing away the sweat, cum, and scent of last night’s debauchery.

I used my God Speed to come to my future timeline, the air split open, the portal humming with raw energy as I stepped through—

—and landed in my room, the night long gone, the sun already high in the sky. The clock on my nightstand read 11:47 AM. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my still-damp hair.

I opened my wardrobe, my fingers brushing over the fabrics—silk, wool, tailored perfection.

I settled on a suit—dark charcoal gray, crisp and powerful, the fabric hugging my shoulders, the tie snug around my neck.

My cock twitched as I buttoned my shirt, the memory of last night still lingering in my mind.

When I stepped out of my room, Mom was already dressed, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her blazer hugging her curves.

Dad was long gone, his briefcase missing, only the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Mom turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "My son looks handsome as ever..." Her voice was warm, her fingers brushing my cheek before she pressed a kiss to my forehead, her lips lingering just a second too long.

Then, her tone shifted—playful, teasing, loaded with intent. "You didn’t forget about your Aunt Diana, right...?"

I froze mid-step. "Aunt Diana...?" Who the fuck was Aunt Diana? Mom had a sister? Since when—?

Mom laughed, the sound rich and knowing, her hand resting on her hip. "Why are you making such a face?" She shook her head, her dark hair swaying.

"Haven’t I told you about Diana? She’s Mom’s college friend." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I told you days ago... that she’s coming to America and will stay with us..." Her fingers tapped her chin. "And you, my dear son, are the one who will take care of her... since Mom is far too busy."

Days ago...? For her, maybe. For me, it had been months. But as I racked my brain, fragments surfaced—a casual mention at dinner, a name dropped between bites of dessert. "Oh... right. Diana." I rubbed the back of my neck, playing along. "Yeah, I remember now."

Mom’s smile turned sly, her fingers tracing the collar of my shirt, her nails grazing my skin. "Dexter..." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, her breath warm against my ear.

"Let me tell you something..." She pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, her gaze dark and knowing.

"Diana is really beautiful..." Her fingertips trailed down my chest. "And she’s a mature woman... hasn’t even married." Her lips curled.

"If you want... go after her..." Her hand slid lower, her thumb brushing the waistband of my pants. "And Mom will help you..."

My stomach tightened. "Mom—!" My face burned, heat creeping up my neck.

She chuckled, the sound low and throaty, her hand cupping my cheek. "Brat, why are you so shy...?" Her thumb brushed my lower lip, her eyes flicking to my mouth.

"Didn’t Mom help you before...?" Her voice was a purr, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

"With those women in Mom’s office... the ones who weren’t eaten by you yet...?" Her laugh was dark, knowing, her hand sliding to my shoulder. "Why don’t you help Mom this time...?"

I swallowed hard, my cock stiffening in my pants. "Mom, you can’t just—"

"I want her to call me Mom." Her voice was firm, her eyes glinting with challenge.

"Do you think you can do that...?" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot.

"Mom will fully support you..." Her tongue flicked against the shell of my ear, sending a jolt down my spine. "Even if you want to marry her..." She pulled back, her smile sharp, her fingers tracing the lapel of my suit. "What do you say...?"

I exhaled sharply, my mind racing. "And if I don’t...?"

Her smile turned wicked, her fingers tapping my chest. "No pocket money."

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "Mom... how can you be so cruel...? I agree, but she must be as beautiful as Mom."

She laughed, the sound rich and amused, before pulling me into a hug, her body warm against mine. "Okay, okay..." Her voice was mock-sympathetic, her hand slipping something into my pocket—a bank card, sleek and heavy, the metal cool against my thigh.

"I know my son loves me the most..." Her fingers tapped my chest. "Here. Take it..." Her eyes gleamed with pride and mischief. "No limit to credit..." Her hand squeezed my shoulder. "Spend it however you want..."

I stared at her, stunned, the weight of the card pressing against my leg.

She winked, her hand patting my cheek before she turned toward the door. "Her flight arrives at 2 o’clock..." Her voice was light, but her parting words carried weight.

"Don’t be late..." She glanced back, her smile knowing. "And Dexter...?"

"Yeah...?"

"Make sure she calls me Mom." Her laugh was soft, darkly amused, as she disappeared down the hall, leaving me standing there, the bank card burning in my pocket, my mind racing with possibilities—

—and the challenge of making Aunt Diana submit in ways she never expected.