Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The room was thick with the scent of arousal, the air heavy with the sounds of Jennifer’s breathy moans. My finger teased her, slipping inside her as I brought my other hand down sharply on her clit. ”It’s time to punish this naughty pussy,” I murmured, my voice rough with command, my accent laced with a dark, possessive edge.

Jennifer gasped, her body arching into my touch, her hips lifting off the bed as if begging for more. ”Aaaah...” she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and urgency. ”Dexter, please...”

Before she could say another word, I flipped her over, pressing her into the mattress with a firm hand on her back. The moment my body covered hers, she let out a soft, desperate cry. ”Aaaah... slow down...” she moaned, her voice trembling, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.

”Mother, are you asleep?” Emily’s voice called from the other side of the door, her tone hesitant but insistent.

Jennifer’s eyes widened in panic, her body tensing beneath me. ”Hmm... Emily is here,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. ”What should we do?”

I didn’t hesitate. ”I have an idea,” I whispered, quickly pulling away and gathering our clothes. I tossed them into the cupboard and yanked the blanket over us just as the door began to creak open. The room plunged into darkness as I switched off the light.

Jennifer’s voice was steady, though her breath still hitched. ”Emily, what happened?” she asked, her voice calm despite the way her body trembled beneath the blanket.

The door opened a crack, and Emily’s silhouette appeared in the dim light from the hallway. ”Mom, can I sleep here... with you?” she asked, her voice small and uncertain, tinged with the exhaustion of the day.

I pressed my body closer to Jennifer’s, my hand slipping beneath the blanket to find her again. Jennifer let out a soft, stifled gasp, but her voice remained calm. ”Yeah... why not?” she managed, her breath hitching as I pushed inside her once more, my movements slow and deliberate.

Emily closed the door and climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket over herself on the other side. The mattress dipped with her weight, and Jennifer’s body jolted forward slightly, brushing against Emily.

Emily’s voice was curious, tinged with confusion. ”Mother, do you sleep without clothes?”

Jennifer’s breath hitched as I thrust deeper, my movements controlled but relentless. The danger of Emily lying just inches away made every touch electric, every gasp a risk. ”Ahh... yeah,” Jennifer managed, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her composure. ”I heard it’s beneficial for the skin... so I, ahh...”

Emily hummed, oblivious to the tension thrumming through Jennifer’s body. ”Oh. That makes sense, I guess,” she mumbled, already half-asleep. Then, she turned slightly, her body shifting against Jennifer’s. ”Mom... your tits are so big... much bigger than mine,” she said, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Jennifer’s pussy clenched tightly around my cock at Emily’s words, her breath catching in her throat. ”Ah... he-he... are you jealous?” she stuttered, her voice barely a whisper as I pushed deeper inside her.

Emily let out a small, sleepy laugh. ”Why would I be jealous? I’ll grow them big in the future,” she said, her voice already fading as she drifted closer to sleep.

Beneath the blanket, Jennifer’s fingers were rubbing her clit, her body trembling as she fought to stay quiet. Every movement I made sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. ”Dexter...” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. ”She’s right there...”

”Exactly,” I growled, my hand slipping around to tease her clit, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. ”And that’s what makes this so fucking hot.” My lips brushed her ear, my voice a dark murmur. ”You’re mine, Jennifer. Even with her this close.”

Jennifer bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, her body arching slightly as I filled her again. ”Aaaah...” she gasped, her fingers tightening on the bedsheet. ”Dexter, please...” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”We can’t... she’ll hear—”

”Then be quiet,” I murmured, my thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent. ”Or do you want her to know how wet you are for me?”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she fought to keep her moans silent. ”N-No...” she whispered, her voice barely audible. ”I can’t—”

”You can,” I growled, my fingers pressing harder against her clit. ”And you will come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Jennifer’s body tensed, her climax crashing over her as she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. ”Mmm—” she gasped, her body shuddering beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. A gush of fluid escaped her, soaking the bed beneath us.

Emily stirred slightly, her voice sleepy and confused. ”Mom... I felt something wet on my legs...” she mumbled. ”Did you put a water bottle somewhere?”

Jennifer’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to think of an excuse. ”Th-That...” she stammered, her voice trembling, her mind racing.

”That’s just... uh... sweat, sweetie. It’s hot in here... It’s just mother’s sweat.” Her fingers dug deeper into the bedsheet, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.

Emily nodded sleepily, not paying much attention. Then, her voice softened, tinged with a hint of sadness. ”Mom... do you know where Dad is?”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body stiffening beneath me. ”I-I don’t know,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. ”But I guess he’s out for some work... and sent us here... to keep us safe.” She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening on my skin. ”Something must have happened.”

Emily sighed, her voice small and vulnerable. ”Do you think he’s okay?”

Jennifer’s heart ached, but she forced a reassuring tone. ”I’m sure he is, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice gentle but strained. ”He’s strong. He’ll be fine.”

Emily nodded again, her breath slowing as she drifted back toward sleep. ”Okay...” she murmured, her voice fading. ”Goodnight, Mom...”