Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I heard Maya’s thoughts clearly and chuckled quietly inside my head.

She was looking at my back as I stayed turned away, still trying to hide myself with one hand pressed firmly over the front of the leaf skirt.

[He’s shy... I thought he was so bold earlier when he was touching and licking me... but he’s actually embarrassed now...]

[I heard it can hurt if a man stays that hard for too long... What if he’s in pain...?]

Maya’s voice came softly, careful and gentle, as if she was trying not to make the situation any more awkward than it already was.

”Dexter... It’s okay. I didn’t see anything clearly. You don’t have to be so embarrassed... These things... happen sometimes. It’s natural.”

I kept my back to her, shoulders slightly hunched, and let out a short, flustered breath that made my voice sound tight.

”I... I didn’t mean for you to see that. It’s... it’s really embarrassing...”

Before I could say anything else, Victoria’s voice called from outside, laced with concern.

”Are you two okay in there? Dexter, is Maya alright? Do you need any help? You’ve been quiet for a while.”

I raised my voice just enough for her to hear, forcing it to stay steady even though I was deliberately letting a little panic leak into it.

”Mom... everything is fine! Just... give us a minute!”

Victoria’s reply came a moment later, still worried.

”Can we come in now? Rachel and I are right outside.”

I put on an even more flustered tone, almost tripping over the words.

”No—wait! Just... just a moment longer, please!”

I took a deep, shaky breath, as if steeling myself, then slowly turned around while still pressing one hand firmly over the front of my leaf skirt.

I tried to force my hard cock downward, but the thin leaves did almost nothing to hide the thick, obvious shape. The head kept threatening to push past the overlapping edges no matter how hard I pressed.

I looked at Maya with what I hoped was a deeply embarrassed expression, my ears and neck feeling hot. My voice came out low and urgent, almost pleading.

”Aunt Maya... please don’t tell Mom. Or Rachel. I... I don’t know how I would explain this...”

Maya’s face was still flushed. She nodded quickly, her eyes flicking down to the hand covering my crotch for a second before she forced them back up to my face. There was a mixture of sympathy and residual shyness in her gaze.

”I won’t say anything,” she whispered. ”Are you... okay? Does it... hurt?”

I nodded a little too quickly, then shook my head, still keeping my hand firmly in place.

”Hmm... I’m fine. It’s just... it won’t go down. I don’t know why it’s being so stubborn...”

I carefully lowered myself to sit on the grass, but the position only made the problem more obvious.

My cock remained stubbornly hard, the flushed head still peeking out past the edge of the leaf skirt no matter how I tried to adjust my hand or the fabric. I let out a quiet, mortified murmur, just loud enough for Maya to hear, while staring at the ground as if I couldn’t bear to meet her eyes.

”What am I supposed to do...? I can’t let Mom and Rachel see me like this. What would they think of me...? Mom would never let me hear the end of it...”

I started to stand again, still half-turned away, one hand glued to the front of the skirt.

”I’ll just... go outside and take a short walk. Maybe the night air will help. You can call Mom and Rachel in and tell them you’re completely fine now. I’ll stay out of sight until... until this calms down.”

I turned toward the entrance, ready to step out into the dark, my shoulders still slightly hunched in exaggerated embarrassment.

Maya’s hand suddenly caught my arm, stopping me. Her grip was firm but not rough.

”Wait. Don’t go. It’s the middle of the night. What are you going to do out there alone in the dark? What if there are more snakes... or something worse? It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t walk around by yourself right now.”

I kept the embarrassed act going full force, my voice small and flustered as I half-turned back toward her without fully facing her.

”I... I just need a few minutes to... to calm down. I can’t walk back out there in front of Mom looking like this. She’ll know immediately. And Rachel too... It would be too humiliating...”

I glanced down at the obvious tent under my hand and let out another short, awkward breath, playing up the shame as much as I could.

”This is so embarrassing... I’ve never had something like this happen in front of someone before...”

Maya’s face was still pink, but she tried to sound calm and reassuring, though her voice carried a slight tremor.

”It’s nothing to be ashamed of... It’s quite normal. These things happen to men. You don’t have to feel bad about it. Really.”

I pretended to grow more agitated, my voice stumbling as if the confession was being forced out of me against my will.

”I don’t know... it just... when I saw Aunt Maya earlier... when I was helping you with the bites... looking at you... it became like this, and now it won’t go down no matter what I do... I...”

Maya’s eyes widened in panic. Her cheeks burned a deep, vivid red. In a flustered rush, she quickly reached out and pressed her hand over my mouth to stop me from saying another word.

She didn’t realize — or didn’t remember in the heat of the moment — that it was the exact same hand she had been using to cover her pussy the entire time I had been examining and licking her.

Two of her fingers slipped between my lips. The taste that hit my tongue was immediate and unmistakable — the salty-sweet, slightly musky flavor of her wet pussy. The thin film of her arousal that still clung to her skin coated my tongue.

At the same time, the warm, intimate scent of her sex filled my nose, richer and heavier than before because her fingers had been pressed directly against her dripping folds for so long.

Maya froze the instant she felt my lips and tongue against her fingers. Her eyes went wide with sudden realization. She could see from my expression that I had tasted exactly what was on her skin. Her thoughts spiraled in pure mortification mixed with residual heat.

[This is the hand I was covering myself with... He can taste me... He can smell how wet I got...]

Even so, she didn’t pull her hand away immediately. It stayed pressed against my mouth for another long second, her damp fingers still resting against my lips, while her face burned hotter than ever.