Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Jennifer’s body tensed violently as the pleasure crested, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. ”Mike—!I’m—!” she whimpered, her voice breaking as her orgasm threatened to crash over her like a wave. But then, with a sudden, desperate jolt, she pushed herself back, her hands bracing against my shoulders as she tried to put distance between us.

”N-No—!” she gasped, shaking her head frantically, her eyes wide with the realization of just how close she was to losing control—right above Emily’s sleeping face.

I let go instantly, my hands releasing her ass, my tongue pulling back just as her body convulsed with the effort to hold back.

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she barely managed to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from her lips. A shudder ran through her, her pussy still throbbing, still aching, her arousal so intense she could barely stand it.

”F-Fuck...” she whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed a hand to her mouth, her other hand gripping the back of the couch for support. Her chest heaved, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what almost happened.

”I... I almost—!” she gasped, her eyes darting to Emily, who was still peacefully asleep, completely unaware of how close she’d just come to waking up with her mother’s juices dripping down her face.

I smirked up at Jennifer, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice a dark, velvet murmur. ”Almost what, Mother-in-law?” I taunted, my fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her inner thigh. ”Almost squirting all over your daughter’s pretty little face?”

Jennifer’s face burned with humiliation, but her eyes were dark with something else—something that made her bite her lip, her body still trembling with need. ”Y-You bastard...” she whispered, her voice a mix of shame and excitement.

I chuckled, low and dark, my hand sliding up to grip Jennifer’s waist, pulling her just a little closer. The heat of her body radiated against me, her skin flushed, her breath still ragged from the pleasure I’d just denied her. ”And whose fault is that?” I murmured, my breath hot against her skin, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. ”You’re the one who couldn’t wait. You’re the one who begged for it.” My thumb brushed against her clit, just once, just enough to make her gasp, her body jerking slightly as she bit back a moan.

Jennifer’s fingers clenched into fists at her sides, her thighs trembling as she tried to steady herself. ”Y-You—!” she started, her voice a breathless whisper, but she cut herself off, her eyes darting down to where Emily was still peacefully asleep, her head resting right on top of my painfully hard cock.

I groaned inwardly, my cock throbbing against Emily’s cheek, trapped beneath her as she slept, completely oblivious to the torment she was putting me through. The warmth of her breath against the fabric of my pants, the way her hair spilled over my thighs—it was maddening. I couldn’t adjust, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without risking waking her up.

Jennifer’s eyes flicked down, following my gaze, and a slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she realized my predicament. ”Seems like someone’s a little... uncomfortable,” she murmured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. Her fingers trailed down my chest, her touch light, teasing, before she deliberately pressed her palm against the bulge in my pants, from the side.

I hissed through my teeth, my fingers tightening around her waist, my voice a low, warning growl. ”Mother-in-law,” I murmured, my tone dark with promise, ”you’re playing a dangerous game.”

Jennifer leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a husky whisper. ”Maybe I like dangerous,” she purred, her hand still pressed against my cock, her touch maddening. ”Maybe I like knowing you’re hard for me... even when you can’t do anything about it.”

I clenched my jaw, my cock twitching painfully beneath Jennifer’s teasing touch, my body aching with the need to flip her over, to pin her down, and fuck her senseless. But Emily was still there, still sleeping peacefully, her head resting on my lap, her innocence a stark contrast to the filthy tension crackling between Jennifer and me.

Jennifer finally pulled back, her fingers lingering on my thigh for just a second longer than necessary before she adjusted her clothes, smoothing down her dress with deliberate slowness. ”Emily... Emily...” she called softly, her voice gentle but firm.

Emily stirred, blinking her eyes open as she realized where she was. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as she looked at me, her voice still thick with sleep. ”I’m sorry... I fell asleep like that...” she mumbled, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my voice calm and reassuring. ”It’s okay,” I said, my tone warm, my touch gentle. ”You needed the rest.”

Emily yawned, stretching slightly before glancing between Jennifer and me, her expression softening. ”You two are so nice to me,” she murmured, her voice filled with affection. ”I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking to mine for just a second before she forced a soft, almost too-sweet smile. ”We’ll always be here for you, sweetheart,” she said, her voice warm but laced with something darker—something raw and hungry, something only I could hear.

Emily beamed, her trust in us absolute, her love so pure it was almost painful. ”I know,” she said, leaning in to press a quick, innocent kiss to my cheek before standing up. ”I’m going to go get ready for bed. Goodnight, Mom.” She turned to me, her voice hopeful. ”Mike, are you coming to sleep or are you gonna watch the movie?”

I kept my voice steady, though my body was already tensing with anticipation. ”You go to bed,” I said, my tone gentle but firm. ”I’ll be there soon.”

Emily nodded, her trust in me unwavering, and disappeared into her room.

The second the door clicked shut, Jennifer didn’t waste a single breath. She turned, her eyes dark with need, and without a word, she straddled my lap, her dress riding up as she settled herself over me. Her pussy, still wet and aching from earlier, rubbed against the fabric of my pants, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.