Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 517: Godmother’s Desperate Kiss

"Dexter..." she breathed, her voice barely audible, thick with emotion. Her hand pressed harder against my heart as if trying to memorize the rhythm. "You... you really mean that?"

She searched my eyes desperately, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. When she found none, her lips parted in a soft, trembling smile. The vulnerability in her expression slowly gave way to something warmer, deeper, and far more intimate.

Her other hand came up to gently cup my face, her thumb brushing over my cheek with infinite tenderness.

"I’ve loved you for so long," she whispered, her voice cracking with years of suppressed feelings.

"Long before you even knew I existed... I’ve watched you grow, protected you from the shadows, and ached every single day because I couldn’t be near you," Diana whispered, her voice trembling with years of hidden pain. "And now... hearing you say those words..."

She leaned in slowly and pressed her forehead gently against mine. Her full, heavy breasts pressed softly yet firmly against my chest, the thin black nightie doing almost nothing to hide their warmth and softness. I could feel her heartbeat racing wildly in sync with mine as she held me close, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

"Say it again," she murmured, her warm breath mingling with mine, her lips barely an inch away. "Please... tell your godmother that you love her. I need to hear it again."

I didn’t reply with words.

Instead, I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her again — deeper, slower, and full of everything I felt. Diana let out a soft, muffled moan against my lips, her body shivering in my arms. When I finally pulled back slightly, I saw fresh tears dripping down her beautiful cheeks.

I gently wiped them away with my thumbs, my heart aching. "Why are you crying...? Did I hurt you?"

Diana smiled through her tears, a radiant yet fragile smile. "No... I’m just so happy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I’ve waited so many years for this... I never dared to dream that you would ever look at me this way."

She paused, then her expression shifted. A shadow of deep insecurity crossed her face as she looked down at her own body. "But... I have become so old now," she said quietly, almost as if she hated herself. "My body isn’t what it used to be. Do you... despise it? Be honest with me, Dexter. I can take the truth."

I shook my head immediately, my eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration. "No. How can I despise you? You are so beautiful, Diana. Every curve, every inch of you drives me crazy."

Diana blushed deeply, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. She looked away shyly, biting her lower lip. "But... just now... You softened. I felt it against my thigh. You’re lying to make me feel better, aren’t you?"

I shook my head again, more firmly this time. "No, I am not lying. I will never lie to you, Diana. Never."

I stared straight into her eyes and spoke calmly but with intense emotion. "Aunt Diana... I didn’t want to rush you or be impatient. You are not like other women who only lust after me, my body, or my money. You are special. The one and only. You’ve loved me selflessly for so long, even when I didn’t know you existed. That’s why it’s so hard for me to control myself right now."

I took a deep breath, my hands gently holding her waist. "Do you know how hard it is not to turn into a beast and take you right here? How much I’m holding back because I don’t want to scare you or ruin this moment?"

Diana’s eyes widened, fresh tears welling up again. In a voice full of deep sadness and fragile hope, she asked, "Do you really love me that much? Even though I’m older than you... even though I’ve done terrible things?"

I nodded without hesitation. "Yes. More than you can imagine."

She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as they rested on my chest. "What if your Aunt is truly an evil person...? What if your mother finds out and hates us for being together? What if the whole world turns against us because of this forbidden love?"

I looked at her with unwavering determination and said softly but firmly:

"If you are an evil person... then I will become evil with you. I don’t care about the world. I don’t care what anyone thinks. As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters."

Diana’s breath hitched. She stared at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine desperately. Then, slowly, a beautiful, emotional smile bloomed on her lips.

"You really would..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "My sweet, foolish boy... You have no idea how dangerous those words are when you say them to a woman like me."

She leaned in closer, pressing her body fully against mine. Her heavy breasts squished softly against my chest as her lips hovered near mine.

"Say it one more time," she pleaded softly, her breath warm and shaky. "Tell me you love me... Tell your godmother that you want her, even if she’s old, even if she’s dangerous."

"I love you, Diana," I whispered against her lips. "I want you. All of you."

A soft, happy sob escaped her lips. Diana cupped my face with both hands and kissed me deeply, her warm tears mixing with the kiss, making it salty and impossibly sweet at the same time. Her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she poured years of suppressed love into that single kiss.

When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, her forehead rested gently against mine again. Her voice was thick with emotion, trembling slightly as fresh tears clung to her lashes.

"There are so many things I want to say to you..." she whispered, her thumbs gently stroking my cheeks with infinite tenderness. "So many years of words I kept locked inside my heart, afraid that I would never get the chance to speak them."

Diana’s fingers continued caressing my face, tracing my jaw, my cheekbones, as if she was memorizing every detail. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of overwhelming love and deep sadness.

"Dexter..." she said softly, her voice cracking, "even if you abandon me in the future... even if one day you wake up and realize this was a mistake... I will not blame you. Not even for a second."

She paused, swallowing hard as another tear slipped down her cheek.

"You can have as many women as you want," she continued, her tone gentle but pained.

"Younger girls, beautiful girls... anyone who makes your heart race. I won’t stop you. But promise your aunt... promise me one thing."

"When you are with me, when you’re in my arms like this... please don’t talk about them. Don’t mention their names. Don’t tell me how they touched you or how they made you feel. Just... let me pretend, even for a little while, that I’m the only one in your heart."