Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 292: Pissing On Ruth’s Pussy

I locked eyes with Ruth, giving her a slow, reassuring nod before turning my attention back to Ada. My voice was a low, steady rumble, thick with authority. ”Mother Ada... you can take a piss now. Don’t worry—I’m watching. Nothing will happen.”

Ada’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling slightly as she shifted on the toilet seat, her bare ass pressing against the cold porcelain.

She hesitated for only a moment before spreading her legs wider, her knees falling open in a slow, deliberate motion. Her fingers trembled as she reached down, parting the thick, dark curls of her bush with her thumbs, pulling her pussy lips apart to expose the glistening, swollen pink flesh beneath.

The sight was obscene, raw, and hypnotic. Her inner lips were slick, already damp with arousal or sweat, the hood of her clit slightly retracted as she stretched herself open.

The dark, puckered entrance of her pussy was fully visible, twitching slightly as she adjusted her grip. Ruth leaned in closer, her eyes wide and fascinated, her breath quickening as she took in every detail.

”Mother...” Ruth’s voice was soft, almost breathless, ”I can clearly see your pink pussy... it looks so good from here.”

Ada’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t close her legs. Instead, she shot Ruth a half-hearted glare, her voice laced with mock irritation. ”What are you looking at, girl? Don’t you have one of your own?”

Ruth just smirked, unashamed. ”Of course I do. But yours is...” She paused, tilting her head as if admiring a work of art. ”Prettier. And so... open.”

Ada let out a shaky breath, her fingers still holding herself spread, her pussy lips quivering with anticipation.

Then—it began. A soft, needy whimper escaped her as the first dribble of piss spilled from her, a thin, golden stream that splashed loudly against the porcelain below.

The sound was sharp, almost lewd, the stream quickly gaining force, turning into a steady, rhythmic gush, the liquid hitting the water with a series of loud, wet patters.

Ada’s toes curled, her thighs trembling as relief washed over her. Her pussy lips remained parted, her clit peeking out from its hood, glistening and swollen as the piss poured from her, the sound filling the bathroom. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her free hand clutching the edge of the toilet seat for support. The stream pulsed, strong and unbroken, the scent of her musk mixing with the sharp tang of urine, filling the air.

Ruth stood transfixed, her fingers twitching restlessly at her sides, as if drawn by some unseen force toward Ada’s exposed flesh.

Ada’s pussy twitched with each final spasm, the last few golden droplets trickling out in shaky, uneven spurts, her lips fluttering closed as the stream ended. A soft, satisfied shudder ran through her, her breath still uneven, her thighs slick with a faint sheen of sweat.

My cock stiffened painfully in my pants, the sight of Ada’s spread, glistening pussy—still slightly parted, her clit peeking out, swollen and flushed—too much to bear. Fuck. I was staring, my gaze locked onto her, my pulse thrumming in my ears.

Ada finally shifted, standing up with a slow, unhurried grace, her breasts swaying slightly as she rose. The movement snapped me out of my daze, and I cleared my throat, coughing slightly to distract myself before the tent in my pants became impossible to hide.

I reached past her, pressing the flush handle. The toilet roared to life, water swirling violently before clearing, leaving the bowl spotless and gleaming. Ada gasped, her eyes widening as she watched the water rush and cleanse, as if some invisible force had erased every trace of what just happened.

Ruth let out a breathless giggle, her hands clapping together with childlike wonder. ”It’s like magic...” Her voice trembled with awe, her eyes wide and sparkling as she stared at the toilet. ”So amazing...!” She turned to me, her expression alight with curiosity, her body humming with excitement. ”Dexter, can I try? I want to feel it for myself!”

I didn’t waste a second. My fingers found the delicate straps of her nightie, sliding them down her shoulders with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid over her skin, whispering against her body before pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare.

Ruth’s perky breasts were exposed, her nipples already tightening in the cool air, her smooth pussy glistening faintly under the light.

I glanced at Ada, who was watching her daughter with a mix of hunger and fascination, her own fingers curling into her palms as if she were restraining herself from touching.

”Look at you,” Ada murmured, her voice low and rough, her eyes tracing the curves of Ruth’s body. ”So excited...”

Ruth didn’t shy away. Instead, she bit her lip, her gaze flicking between Ada and me, her breath quickening. ”I just... I want to know how it feels,” she admitted, her voice soft but unashamed.

I guided her onto the toilet seat, her bare ass meeting the cold porcelain. She shifted slightly, her legs parting just enough to let the air brush against her.

Ruth asked with curosity ”Dexter... how do men use this thing?” She shifted on the seat, her bare ass squirming against the cold porcelain, her pussy lips glistening with a faint sheen of arousal.

Ruth’s breath hitched as my fingers worked at my belt, the metallic rasp of the zipper slicing through the heavy silence. My cock burst free, thick and veined, the head dark with blood, already weeping pre-cum in anticipation. Ruth’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as her eyes locked onto it, her thighs pressing together before instinctively falling open again.

I stroked myself once, my grip tight and possessive, a low growl rumbling in my chest. ”Let me show you how men use this,” I said, my voice rough with hunger, my cock twitching in my hand.

Ruth didn’t move. She stayed right where she was, her legs spreading wider, an unspoken invitation. I stepped between her thighs, my cock hovering just above her pussy, the heat of her body wrapping around me like a promise.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I began to piss, the stream hot and forceful, splashing directly onto her exposed lips.

”Aaaah—!” Ruth jerked, her back arching as the scorching liquid hit her. ”Nnnngh—Dexter—!” Her voice cracked, her moans escaping in ragged gasps as the piss cascaded over her pussy, the heat searing her sensitive flesh.

”It’s—ah!—so hot!” She twitched, her hips bucking as the stream splashed against her, some of it trickling into the toilet, the rest dripping down her thighs in shimmering trails.

”Your piss—fuck—it’s burning me!” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the porcelain, her knuckles white. ”But it feels—ah!—so good...” Her pussy lips quivered, glistening and swollen, her clit peeking out, flush and throbbing.