Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 703: Mom’s New Request

I walked over, my boots scuffing against the hardwood floor, my mind still half-stuck between the chaos of the White House and the warm, familiar chaos of home. The scent of Mom’s cooking—something spicy, comforting—filled the air, but it clashed with the musky, lingering aroma of sex still clinging to my skin.

"How could I forget my mom...?" I started, my voice light, but there was a tremor beneath it—guilt, exhaustion, the weight of too many secrets.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, my fingers brushing against the fabric as I forced a smile. "It’s just... Aunt Diana had some business..." I paused, my eyes flicking to the ceiling as if searching for the right words. "So she got busy, and I was... helping..."

The excuse sounded thin even to my own ears. Too vague. Too convenient. But Mom didn’t push it—not yet. Instead, she crossed her arms, her eyebrows lifting as she studied me, her gaze sharp enough to cut through the bullshit.

"Helping...?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism, but there was a hint of amusement there too—like she knew I was full of it but was willing to play along. For now. "And what kind of business keeps Diana so busy she forgets to tell me where my son disappeared to?"

I shifted on my feet, my shoulders tensing as I felt the heat of her scrutiny. The lies were piling up, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep them straight.

But I couldn’t tell her the truth—not about Madeline’s cum still drying on my thighs, not about Lila’s jealous glare, not about Marina’s disappearance or the White House on lockdown.

So I doubled down, my voice taking on a mock-offended tone as I stepped closer, leaning against the counter like I didn’t have a care in the world. "You know Aunt Diana..." I shrugged, my smile turning a little too wide, a little too forced.

"She’s always got something going on. You know how she is—last-minute meetings, important calls..." I paused, my fingers tapping against the countertop. "I was just... pitching in..."

Mom let out a slow, deliberate sigh, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. She wasn’t buying it. Not for a second. But she also knew that pushing me would only make me clamp down harder. So instead, she reached out, her hand cupping my cheek, her touch warm but firm.

"You’re a terrible liar, Dexter," she said, her voice soft but unyielding. "But you’re my terrible liar." She patted my cheek before pulling away, her expression shifting into something softer, more worried.

Victoria pushed off the doorway, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she stepped into the room, her presence filling the space like a storm cloud.

"It’s good you’re back..." she said, her voice smooth, but there was a chill beneath it—something that made the hairs on my neck rise.

I nodded, my mind still reeling from the chaos at the White House, the guilt of my mother’s disappointment, and the lingering scent of Madeline’s cum on my skin.

But Victoria’s gaze was unrelenting, her posture rigid, like she was already three steps ahead of me.

"And where is Diana...?" she asked, her tone light, but her eyes sharp as knives. "She didn’t come..."

I shrugged, my fingers tapping against my thigh, my voice carefully neutral. "Aunt Diana... had something to do..." I paused, choosing my words carefully. "But she said she’d come soon..."

Victoria didn’t blink. She studied me for a long, heavy moment, her expression unreadable, like she was weighing my soul in her cold, calculating gaze.

Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, she stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—something floral but sharp, like a rose with thorns—filling the air between us.

"I have a task for you..." she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes locking onto mine with a quiet, deadly intensity.

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued despite the weight pressing on my chest. "What is it?"

Victoria’s lips curled into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was the kind of smile that promised trouble. "Do you remember Maya...?" she asked, her voice testing, like she already knew the answer and was waiting for me to catch up.

I nodded slowly, the name clicking into place. Maya. Of course I remembered. Sharp, ambitious, ruthless—the kind of woman who didn’t just play the game; she rewrote the rules.

"Yeah, I remember..." I said, my voice cautious, my mind racing. What the hell did Victoria want with her? And why was I being pulled into this?

Victoria’s smile deepened, but it was still cold, still calculated. "Good..." she said, her voice low, her fingers tapping against the table.

"Because she’s about to become very important to us..." She paused, her gaze flicking to the window for a brief moment, like she was seeing something far beyond the glass. Then she turned back to me, her eyes burning with a fire I’d never seen before.

"Maya was my assistant..." she said, her voice tight, her fingers clenching into a fist before relaxing again.

"Five years ago. Brilliant. Loyal. Or so I thought..." Her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw tightening as she swallowed whatever emotion was threatening to surface.

"Then she left. Started her own company. And not just any company..." Her voice turned icy, her eyes narrowing. "She stole clients, my clients. Our clients. The ones we bled for. The ones we built this empire on..."

I stiffened, my mind racing. Mom’s company. Betrayal. Revenge. The pieces were clicking into place, and I didn’t like the picture they were forming.

Victoria stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, her breath hot against my ear. "I want revenge..." she said, her voice a blade wrapped in silk.

She pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, her fingers tracing the edge of my jaw—a gesture that was almost tender, if it weren’t for the coldness in her touch. "Maya’s company is thriving. $1 billion this year. And she’s untouchable..." Her voice was a growl, her nails digging into my skin just enough to sting. "But she has a weakness..."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "And what’s that?"

Victoria’s lips curled into a smirk, but it was sharp, dangerous. "Challenge..." she said, her voice a purr.

"Or more specifically... you..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my neck. "She’s never been able to resist a challenge. And you, Dexter..." Her fingers slid down my chest, her touch light but commanding. "...are the perfect challenge..."

I froze, my mind reeling. Seduce Maya. That’s what she was asking. No—demanding. "You want me to... seduce her?" My voice was a growl, my stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and unease.

Victoria nodded, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I want you to get close to her. Make her trust you. Make her want you..." Her voice was a whisper, her fingers tightening on my shirt.

"And then..." She paused, her lips brushing my ear, her breath sending a shiver down my spine. "...I want you to destroy her..."