Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 519: Victoria Teasing Diana

Mom crossed her arms, pretending to look furious. "Really? You expect me to believe that? I have treated you as my best friend for decades, and this is how you repay me? Sneaking into my son’s room the very first night? Wearing something that barely covers anything? You’re clearly trying to seduce my boy!"

Diana’s eyes filled with tears instantly. "Victoria, please... listen to me..."

Mom continued dramatically, pretending to be heartbroken and angry at the same time. "Oh, so now you’re going to cry? After getting caught red-handed? I invited you into my home, trusted you with my son, and you... You want to become my daughter-in-law behind my back? Diana Lance, I never thought you would stoop this low!"

Diana hurriedly lifted the blanket higher to cover herself and scrambled out of bed, walking quickly toward Mom with tears streaming down her face.

"It’s really not like that... Please believe me, Victoria... I was just... I couldn’t sleep alone and... and Dexter was kind enough to let me stay. That’s all! I swear on my life!"

Mom raised an eyebrow and looked Diana up and down slowly, taking in the seductive curves clearly visible through the thin nightie. "Really? Then explain why you’re in my son’s bed wearing this tiny little thing that shows off every single curve? You’re practically naked! You’re clearly seducing him, you vixen! Look at those legs... those breasts... You think I’m blind?"

Diana looked down at herself and realized how it must look. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "No... no, it’s not like that at all... I didn’t mean for it to seem this way... Victoria, you know me! I would never—"

I couldn’t watch her suffer anymore. I stood up quickly and pulled Diana into a tight, protective hug, shielding her from Mom’s dramatic teasing.

"Mom... stop teasing her. She’s already hurt and crying. You’re going too far."

Mom gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest as if deeply offended. "Oh my, my... look at that! Now you’re taking my son away from me, you vixen! One night in his bed and he’s already defending you like a knight in shining armor? Diana, you really work fast, don’t you?"

Diana panicked even more. She quickly distanced herself from me, tears still streaming down her face. "No... no, don’t say that! I never meant to take him away from you... I’ll leave right now! I’ll pack my bags and go... I’m so sorry, Victoria..."

She turned and started walking toward the door, clearly about to grab her things and run away in shame.

Mom moved faster than I expected. She rushed forward and hugged Diana tightly from behind, wrapping her arms around her best friend’s waist.

"You silly, silly girl..." Mom said warmly, resting her chin on Diana’s shoulder. "I was just teasing you! Don’t I know exactly what kind of person you are after all these years? Stop crying, you big baby."

Diana was surprised. She turned around slowly in Mom’s arms, eyes wide and still teary. "You... you were teasing me the whole time?"

Mom chuckled softly, her sly, smug smile returning in full force. "Of course I was! I didn’t expect my best friend to be seduced by my own son... But if you call me ’Mom’ from now on, I might just agree to accept you as my daughter-in-law. Come on, say it — ’Mom, I’m sorry for stealing your son.’"

Diana’s face flushed bright red. "You... I would never call you Mom! You’re impossible!"

Mom burst out laughing loudly and walked over to me, grabbing my ear playfully and tugging it.

"Diana... from now on, he is under your care. I don’t need to worry about this brat anymore. You keep him in check. Don’t let him get seduced by any outside vixens who might plot against him or our family fortune. You’re my best friend, after all — now you’re also my future daughter-in-law!"

Then Mom slammed her hand lightly on top of my head. "And you, brat... if you dare disappoint Diana, I will disown you on the spot. Do you hear me?"

She looked at me seriously for a moment, her eyes losing the playful glint. "I am not kidding, Mr. Dexter. If you dare hurt her..."

Diana immediately stepped in front of me protectively, still sniffling. "Don’t... don’t blame him. He’s still young, and he’s... he’s innocent in all this..."

Mom smiled warmly, looking at the two of us with genuine affection shining in her eyes. "Look at that... your wife is already protecting you even before becoming your wife. See? Even if you search the whole world, you won’t find anyone who loves you like this. So you better take care of her properly, or I really will disown you."

I looked at Diana, then back at Mom, and nodded with a small, relieved smile. "I know, Mom... I know."

Victoria gave a satisfied nod, her playful expression softening into something truly motherly. "Good. Now, both of you, come down for breakfast. We’ll talk more then. And Diana... don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily. I still have questions about how fast you moved on my son." She winked at us one last time before turning toward the door, humming happily to herself as she left the room.

The moment the door clicked shut, Diana turned to me with a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes were still a little watery from all the earlier teasing, but now they held a mix of embarrassment and shy affection.

"You... you are laughing at me!" she complained, lightly beating her fist against my chest in playful protest. "How can you laugh when your mother just called me a vixen and a seductress? I was so scared she was really angry!"

I chuckled again, unable to help myself at how adorable she looked when flustered. "I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because you’re cute when you panic like that."

Diana’s blush deepened. She hit my chest a little harder this time. "Cute? You’re the one who’s impossible! Stop laughing, or I’ll really hit you!"

I pretended to wince dramatically, clutching my chest as if she had wounded me. "Ouch... that actually hurts. My poor heart..."

Diana’s expression instantly changed from playful annoyance to guilt. Her eyes widened and she gently placed her hand over the spot she had hit. "Does it hurt...? Oh no, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard... I’m sorry, Dexter. Let me see..."

I kept up the act, pouting slightly. "Yeah... it hurts a lot. And it would only heal with a kiss from my wife. A proper kiss, right here on my chest... or maybe on my lips."

Diana stared at me for a second, then a determined, bold look crossed her face. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed me directly on the lips — soft at first, then deeper, her hands cupping my face as if she was making sure the "pain" went away completely.

When she pulled back, her breathing was a little quicker. "Does it still hurt...?"