Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 520: Mom’s Demand for Grandbabies

I was genuinely surprised by her sudden boldness. This was the same woman who had been crying and panicking just minutes ago, yet here she was, taking the initiative so confidently.

Diana noticed my stunned expression and showed a smug, satisfied smile. "Hmph... you little guy. Do you think you can tease me like that and get away with it? I can tease you back too, you know."

I grinned, unable to resist pushing her a little further. "Little guy...? How do you know I’m little? Why can’t I be big...?"

The moment the words left my mouth, Diana’s face turned bright red. Her mind clearly flashed back to the night before — the way my hard cock had poked firmly against her soft thigh when I turned over in bed. She remembered the heat, the size, the unmistakable pressure... and the memory made her blush even harder.

"You... you shameless boy!" she scolded, though her voice was more flustered than angry. She lightly smacked my arm again, but there was no real force behind it.

"How can you say something like that after everything that happened last night? You’re going to make me die of embarrassment!"

I laughed softly and pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I’m just stating facts. You felt it yourself, didn’t you? So tell me... am I really that little?"

Diana buried her face against my chest, hiding her burning cheeks. "Stop... stop teasing me. You know exactly what you are... and you know exactly what I felt. You’re not little at all... you’re... you’re too much sometimes."

She peeked up at me with one eye, still blushing furiously, but a small, playful smile was tugging at her lips. "But if you keep teasing your godmother like this... I might have to punish you later. And I won’t be gentle."

I kissed the top of her head, still chuckling. "I look forward to it, my love."

Diana sighed happily, melting into my embrace for a moment longer before pulling back slightly. "Come on... we should go down for breakfast before your mother comes back up here and teases us even more. I don’t think my heart can take another round of her pretending to be angry."

She took my hand, lacing our fingers together, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "But... thank you. For defending me earlier. And for... everything last night."

I squeezed her hand back, my heart feeling full and warm. "Always. Now let’s go before Mom decides to come drag us downstairs herself."

Diana let out a soft, shy laugh and nodded. We walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom like a real couple. I stood beside her at the sink, and we brushed our teeth together in front of the mirror.

Our reflections looked so natural — me in my t-shirt and sweatpants, her still in that sinful black nightie that clung to every curve. She kept stealing glances at me while brushing, her cheeks pink. I bumped her shoulder playfully with mine, and she bumped me back, both of us smiling around our toothbrushes like teenagers.

After washing our faces, I gently wiped a drop of water from her cheek with my thumb. She blushed again and whispered, "You’re spoiling me too much already..."

We finally went downstairs together, still holding hands. The moment we reached the dining area, I noticed Mom was already sitting at the head of the table, looking elegant and relaxed with a newspaper in her hands. The delicious smell of fresh coffee, toast, eggs, and pancakes filled the air. When she saw us walking in hand-in-hand, her face lit up with a bright, knowing smile.

Victoria looked at Diana and her son holding hands so naturally and said in a sweet, teasing voice, "Oh my... Daughter-in-law... why didn’t you greet your mother-in-law properly? Is that how you treat family now?"

Diana froze for a second, clearly still afraid that Victoria was secretly angry from earlier. She scoffed lightly, trying to act tough. "Hmph... It depends on your son. Let’s see how well he performs first. If he keeps making me happy, then maybe I’ll start calling you Mom."

Mom raised an eyebrow dramatically, pretending to be shocked. "Oh ho ho! Listen to her! Already bargaining like a real wife. Dexter, did you hear that? Your godmother is already negotiating terms!"

The maids quietly placed plates of breakfast in front of us — fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee — then bowed politely and withdrew from the room, leaving the three of us alone.

Victoria picked up her coffee, took a slow sip, and looked straight at Diana, who was nervously drinking from her own cup. With a perfectly innocent smile, she said, "You two aren’t getting any younger, you know. Why don’t you give us a few grandchildren soon? And last night... did you guys do it? Don’t use any protection, okay? I want lots of cute babies running around this house!"

Diana blurted out her coffee in shock. "Pfffh—!"

The coffee sprayed everywhere. She coughed violently, her face turning bright red as she grabbed a napkin. "Victoria! What are you saying?! We didn’t... we didn’t do anything like that! We just slept! That’s all!"

Mom leaned back in her chair, laughing heartily while pretending to look innocent. "Oh? Just slept? In that tiny nightie? Pressed against my son all night? With the way you two were cuddling this morning, I thought you had already started making me a grandmother!"

Diana wiped her mouth frantically, still coughing. "Stop teasing me! You’re impossible! We really didn’t... I swear! We just talked and... and fell asleep. That’s it!"

Victoria grinned slyly and pointed her spoon at Diana. "Talked? In bed? With your body practically glued to his? Darling, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know exactly how these things start. One minute you’re ’just sleeping,’ and the next minute you’re giving me beautiful grandbabies with my son’s eyes and your pretty face."

Diana looked mortified. She hid her face behind her hands. "Victoria... please... not in front of him! You’re going to kill me from embarrassment!"

Mom reached over and gently patted Diana’s hand, still chuckling. "Relax, my future daughter-in-law. I’m only teasing because I’m happy. I’ve known you for so long... and seeing you finally happy with my son makes me happier than you can imagine. But seriously... no protection. I want at least three grandchildren. Minimum."

Diana peeked through her fingers, still blushing furiously. "You... you really are the worst best friend ever."