Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I turned around and sat down with my back against the bamboo wall, still keeping one hand pressed firmly over the front of my leaf skirt to hide the stubborn hardness that refused to go away. The thin leaves did little to conceal the thick outline beneath my palm.

Maya also sat down a short distance away, leaning against the opposite wall of the small shelter. For a while neither of us spoke.

The only sounds were the soft crackle of the fire outside and the distant wash of waves against the shore. Even in the dim orange glow I could see that her face was still flushed, and her breathing hadn’t completely evened out.

After a long, heavy silence, she finally spoke. Her voice was small and hesitant, as if every word cost her effort.

”That... Dexter... I need your help with something.”

At the same time, her thoughts reached me in a clear, reluctant wave.

[Why does it have to be now of all times...? This is already embarrassing enough...]

I turned my head toward her, keeping my expression carefully neutral despite the lingering tension in my body.

”What is it, Aunt Maya? Did the bites start hurting again?”

Maya’s blush deepened instantly. She pressed her thighs together more tightly and glanced away toward the far corner of the bamboo house, clearly struggling to force the next words out. One of her hands curled into a loose fist against the grass.

”...No. It’s not the bites.” She paused, swallowed, then continued in an even quieter voice. ”I need to... pee.”

I froze for a second, genuinely caught off guard by the sudden, practical request in the middle of all the lingering awkwardness.

”That...”

The single word hung in the air between us. Maya’s shoulders had drawn up slightly, and her eyes remained fixed on the ground, waiting for my reaction with obvious mortification.

Fuck... Maya is really trying to kill me right now.

I was already this hard, and now she wanted me to take her outside in the dark so she could pee.

I swallowed once, my voice coming out a little tight and awkward.

”Aunt Maya... I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Maya’s face burned even hotter. She pressed her thighs together tightly, the leaf skirt shifting with the movement. Her voice was small and strained, almost pleading.

”I know... I know it’s embarrassing. But I really can’t hold it anymore. I’ve been holding it since before we even lay down. It’s getting painful...”

I could see she wasn’t exaggerating — her legs were clenched firmly, and a faint look of genuine discomfort had settled on her face. She shifted her weight slightly from one side to the other, clearly struggling.

After a short, tense silence, I finally exhaled and ran a hand through my hair.

”...Alright. Then let’s go.”

Maya’s eyes flicked up to mine, still full of embarrassment mixed with relief.

”Wait—please. Don’t tell your mom or Rachel the real reason. I’m... really embarrassed about this. If they find out I had to ask you to take me out just to pee, I won’t be able to face them. You have to help me keep it private.”

I nodded slowly, already thinking through the cover story.

”Okay. We’ll say I’m the one who needs to go. I’ll tell them I’m stepping out to pee, and you can follow me by saying it’s not safe for me to walk around alone in the dark after everything that happened today. That way it looks like you’re just being cautious.”

Maya quickly agreed, a small breath of relief escaping her.

”Yeah... yeah, that’s a good idea. That should work.”

She hesitated again, then added in an even quieter voice,

”And... thank you. For not making this more awkward than it already is.”

I pushed myself up from the ground. The moment I stood, the leaf skirt did almost nothing to hide how hard I still was — the thick outline of my cock was blatantly obvious beneath the thin leaves, twitching once as the fabric shifted.

I glanced down at it with a deliberately awkward, pained expression and let out a short, embarrassed breath.

”Oh... this is still so embarrassing. It’s not going down at all...”

Maya’s gaze dropped for half a second before she forced herself to look away, a fresh wave of color rising on her cheeks. She stood up as well, carefully keeping her thighs close together.

”Just... try to stay behind me when we walk out,” she muttered, clearly trying not to look at the problem again. ”I’ll do the talking if they ask anything.”

I gave a small, stiff nod, still covering the front of the skirt with one hand as best I could.

”Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Maya and I stepped out of the bamboo house together. The warm glow of the fire lit up Victoria and Rachel, who were sitting with their backs mostly turned toward the shelter.

I cleared my throat and spoke in a deliberately casual tone.

”Mom... I’m going to pee.”

Maya immediately added, her voice calm and practical,

”I’ll go with him. Someone should keep an eye on the surroundings and warn him if there’s any danger.”

Victoria glanced at the two of us for a moment, then gave a small nod. Rachel also nodded, though she still looked a little uneasy about the dark island around them.

”Don’t go too far,” Victoria said.

”And be careful,” Rachel added quietly.

I gave a short acknowledgment, picked up one of the smaller burning logs to use as a torch, and started walking away from the firelight. Maya stayed close beside me as we moved into the darker area beyond the clearing.

After walking a reasonable distance — far enough that the others wouldn’t be able to see or hear us clearly — I stopped near a cluster of low bushes and turned slightly toward her.

”Aunt Maya... I think this is a good spot. I’ll stay right here and turn around so you can have some privacy. Just finish your business and tell me when you’re done.”

Maya immediately shook her head, her voice quiet but firm with leftover fear.

”No... don’t turn around. What if there’s another snake? Or something else in the dark? I... I don’t want to be facing away from you while I’m... vulnerable like that.”

She pressed her thighs together again, clearly still uncomfortable, and looked at me with a mixture of embarrassment and genuine anxiety.

”Just... stay facing this way. Please.”