Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I lowered the phone slightly and gave her a polite, slightly frustrated smile.

”It’s nothing serious, Aunt Maya. It’s just that our return flight was cancelled. Looks like we’ll have to stay here for a while and make new arrangements.”

Maya’s thoughts immediately turned sharp and anxious.

[Flight cancelled...? No... No, this must be SHADOW’s doing. They already got what they wanted from the deal. Are they trying to kill her now? They promised they would let me deal with her as I saw fit...]

[I can’t leave them alone. If something happens to her or to Dexter... I won’t be able to live with that...]

Without hesitation, Maya spoke.

”Dexter, come with us. We’re leaving in twenty minutes. Our plane is already waiting on the runway.”

Her voice was steady, but I could see the faint tension in her eyes. She was clearly worried that Victoria might refuse.

I asked, pretending to hesitate, my tone polite and slightly uncertain.

”Aunt Maya, won’t that bother you? We can just wait until the next available flight is ready... I wouldn’t want to impose on your schedule.”

Maya stepped closer to me. The movement made the high slit of her red dress shift, briefly revealing more of her long, smooth thigh. A faint trace of her perfume mixed with the light scent of her skin drifted over.

”No. It’s not a bother at all. I would be happy to have some company. Really.”

I turned to Mom, keeping my expression respectful.

”Mom... let’s take Aunt Maya’s plane. It seems more convenient.”

Victoria gave a slight, almost reluctant nod.

”Hmm.”

For a brief second, Maya’s face lit up with clear excitement. Her eyes brightened, and the corners of her lips curved upward before she quickly suppressed the smile, forcing her expression back to something more controlled and professional. She spoke again, her voice carefully measured.

”Great. Let’s go then. You can share some stories with me along the way... if you’d like.”

I nodded, but I noticed how her eyes kept flicking toward Victoria every few seconds, as if she was afraid Mom might suddenly change her mind or stop me from getting any closer to her.

Maya then turned to Rachel, her tone becoming more authoritative.

”Rachel, go to the airport first and handle all the procedures. Make sure everything is ready. I’ll bring them there myself.”

Rachel arranged a black car with a driver for Maya and us, then nodded and left in a separate vehicle headed for the airport.

Maya walked over and opened the back door of the remaining car for us. The afternoon heat had already begun to settle in, and a faint sheen of moisture clung to the exposed skin of her shoulders and the upper part of her chest where the red dress dipped slightly.

I gave Mom a small nudge. Victoria nodded and climbed into the back seat first. As she settled in, she whispered softly, almost too quiet to hear, her voice carrying a rare note of genuine feeling,

”Thank you.”

There was no malice or coldness in her voice — only something quiet and heartfelt.

I climbed in after her and sat closer to Mom on the left side of the back seat. Then I looked at Maya, who was still standing by the open door.

”Aunt Maya, why don’t you sit in the back as well? There’s plenty of space. I don’t want to miss the chance to learn more from you and hear your insights during the ride.”

Maya didn’t overthink it. She simply nodded and slid into the back seat beside me.

The moment she settled in, the soft, warm scent of her perfume mixed with a subtle trace of clean sweat from the humid air filled the space between us. It was light, feminine, and faintly intoxicating.

The high slit of her red dress shifted as she crossed her legs, the fabric falling open along her left side and revealing a long, uninterrupted stretch of smooth, tanned thigh.

The skin looked soft and warm under the filtered light inside the car. Every small movement made the slit part a little further, drawing the eye upward along the elegant line of her leg.

My gaze lingered on it for a second too long.

Mom noticed immediately. She pinched my side hard under the cover of her handbag and whispered sharply through clenched teeth,

”Stop looking.”

I quickly pulled my gaze away and cleared my throat, forcing my expression back to neutral.

A moment later, Mom spoke out loud, her tone calm but pointed, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

”Why do you keep calling her Aunt Maya?”

I immediately caught the panicked thoughts that flashed through Maya’s mind.

[Oh no... here it comes. Teacher is angry... She noticed how close he’s sitting to me... She noticed the way he was looking...]

The car began to move, the soft hum of the engine filling the brief silence that followed Mom’s question.

Maya’s thigh remained partially exposed beside me, the faint scent of her skin still hanging in the warm air of the back seat, while the tension between the three of us settled into something quiet and charged.

Maya spoke first, her voice low and careful, as if trying to shield me.

”I... please don’t be angry at him. I asked him to call me that. If you don’t—”

Victoria cut her off sharply, eyes still fixed forward.

”I am asking my son a question, not you.”

I caught Mom’s thoughts clearly.

[This brat... ”Aunt Maya”? Is she my sister now? He already went after his Aunt Diana, and now he’s after Aunt Maya too... Thank god I don’t have a real sister. Otherwise this brat would have seduced her as well...]

I answered with a calm, slightly teasing tone.

”It’s okay, Mom. I just feel that Aunt Maya treats me well... and we get along better than I expected. Besides, I think it would be nice for you to have a younger sister.”

Maya’s eyes widened. She almost jumped in her seat.

”Sister...?! No—!”

Victoria turned her head slightly, looking genuinely surprised by the sudden outburst. A faint, knowing glint appeared in her eyes.

She knew exactly how Maya felt about her, and she decided to press the point just a little.

”Why? Am I not qualified to be your sister?”

Maya’s face flushed. She began stammering like a girl who had been caught red-handed.

”No... that’s not what I meant... I mean... I mean...”

Victoria’s own cheeks colored faintly. Her thoughts were a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

[What is she talking about in front of my son? And this brat is deliberately teasing both of us and enjoying it...]

Without warning, she reached over and pinched my waist hard, her fingers digging in with clear warning while her expression remained perfectly composed for Maya’s sake.