Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 746: Shielded By Aunt Maya

Maya yanked her hand back as if she had been burned.

Her eyes were wide, face burning red. She stared at her own fingers for a split second, then quickly clenched them into a fist and pressed them against her thigh, as if trying to hide the evidence of what I had just tasted.

I slowly dragged my tongue across my lower lip, deliberately tasting the lingering flavor she had left behind. The motion was slow enough for her to see.

Maya’s blush deepened instantly.

"Don’t...!"

I tilted my head slightly, putting on a completely innocent, slightly confused expression, as if I had no idea what she was reacting to. At the same time, my cock throbbed hard beneath the leaf skirt, the thick shaft twitching visibly against the thin leaves. I made no effort to hide the movement.

Maya’s eyes flicked down for half a second before she forced them back up to my face. Her voice came out small and flustered.

"What... what should we do now?"

I let out a short, awkward breath and looked away, still playing the embarrassed virgin.

"I... I don’t know..."

Maya bit her lip. After a long, tense pause, she asked in an even quieter, more embarrassed voice,

"...How do you usually deal with it... when it gets like this?"

I pretended to grow even more flustered. My ears turned red as I stammered,

"I... I can’t do that right now. It’s... it’s too embarrassing... especially with you right here..."

I shifted slightly on the grass, which only made the tent in my leaf skirt more obvious. My hand was still pressed over it, but the thick shape of my cock remained clearly outlined beneath the leaves, twitching every few seconds.

Maya’s breathing had grown a little uneven. She was clearly torn between looking away and the inability to completely ignore the problem she had (in her mind) helped create.

Then Victoria’s voice came from outside, sharper this time.

"Dexter, what is going on in there? I’m coming in."

My eyes widened. Shit. Mom was actually about to walk in. I tensed, ready to turn and somehow hide myself, but before I could move, Maya suddenly stepped in front of me.

She planted herself directly between me and the entrance, her back facing me. The soft curve of her ass in the thin leaf skirt pressed lightly against the front of my body — right against the hard outline of my cock.

Victoria and Rachel stepped into the bamboo house a second later.

"Maya, are you okay?" Victoria asked, her eyes scanning the younger woman’s face with clear concern.

Maya nodded quickly, her voice steady even though I could feel the slight stiffness in her posture.

"Yes, Teacher. I’m fine. It was nothing. I was just worrying for no reason..."

Rachel still looked anxious.

"Boss, are you really okay? You sounded scared earlier."

Maya gave another firm nod.

"I’m alright, Rachel. Really."

As she spoke, my cock twitched against the soft fabric of her leaf skirt, the head brushing more firmly against the curve of her ass. Maya’s thoughts spiked instantly.

[What was that...? Something just touched me from behind... Was that... his...? Oh no...]

Victoria’s gaze shifted past Maya and landed on me.

"Dexter. Tell me what happened to her."

I kept my expression calm and slightly awkward, one hand still subtly positioned to keep my erection from being too obvious behind Maya’s body.

"Mom, it’s probably nothing. It must have been a small ant or a mosquito. I checked the spot — it’s just a minor rash. Nothing to worry about."

Rachel’s face immediately filled with fresh panic.

"There are ants here?! How are we supposed to sleep like this? What if they crawl on us during the night?"

Maya remained standing protectively in front of me, her back still pressed lightly against my hard cock. She didn’t move away. Her thoughts continued to race — a chaotic mix of residual embarrassment, sharp awareness of the thick heat pressing against her ass, and the urgent need to keep the situation from escalating in front of Victoria and Rachel.

I kept my voice calm and reassuring as I addressed Rachel’s panic.

"There’s no need to worry that much. When I built the shelter earlier, I checked the area carefully for any ant nests or trails. It was clear. The one that bit Aunt Maya was probably just a stray that got into the grass. It’s unlikely there are more of them around here."

Rachel still looked uneasy. She glanced around the bamboo walls and the thin layer of grass on the floor, then shook her head slightly.

"I... I think I’ll just keep watch outside with Ms. Victoria tonight. I don’t think I can sleep in here after that..."

Victoria studied Rachel’s face for a moment, then gave a small nod of understanding. Her eyes flicked briefly toward Maya and me, lingering a second longer than necessary, as if she sensed something unspoken in the way Maya was still standing so close in front of me. But she didn’t comment on it.

Maya remained exactly where she was, the soft pressure of her ass still resting against the hard outline of my cock beneath the leaf skirt. She made no move to step aside.

Victoria glanced between the two of us one last time, then spoke in a decisive tone.

"Alright. You two get some rest. Rachel and I will keep watch." She turned to the younger woman. "Rachel, let’s go."

The two of them stepped outside. Through the open doorway, I could see them settle down around the fire with their backs to the bamboo house, giving us at least the illusion of privacy.

As soon as they were far enough away, I leaned in slightly and whispered near Maya’s ear, my voice low and still carrying a hint of deliberate embarrassment.

"Thank you, Aunt Maya... for covering for me just now. If Mom had walked in and seen me like that, I don’t know how I would have explained it..."

Maya finally stepped forward, putting a little distance between us. The sudden loss of contact left a lingering warmth on my cock where her body had been pressed. She turned her head slightly, not quite meeting my eyes, and spoke in a quiet, flustered voice.

"It’s okay... Don’t mention it."

A faint blush still colored her cheeks. Her thoughts remained tangled — relief that the situation hadn’t exploded in front of Victoria and Rachel, residual awareness of how hard I had been against her, and the lingering taste of her own arousal that she now knew I had experienced on her fingers.

The firelight from outside flickered across the interior of the bamboo house, casting soft shadows as the two of us were left alone once again.