Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 304: Jennifer’s Shock

Jennifer’s fingers brushed against my abs, and her entire body jolted as if she’d been struck by lightning. ”What the fuck—?!” Her voice shattered the silence, raw and terrified. ”HELP! HELP ME!” Her eyes flew open, wide with horror, her breath coming in ragged, frantic gasps.

Tears welled up instantly, spilling down her cheeks as she stumbled backward, her hands shaking violently. ”No... no, no, no—” Her voice cracked, her words dissolving into a choked sob.

She turned on her heel, her movements wild and uncoordinated, as if her own limbs had betrayed her. ”Stay away from me!” she screamed, her voice hoarse with panic. She bolted for the door, her fingers fumbling with the lock, her tears blurring her vision.

”LET ME OUT! SOMEONE, PLEASE—SOMEONE, HELP ME!” Jennifer’s screams clawed at the air, her voice raw and shattered. She threw herself against the door again, her fists pounding the wood, her nails scraping at the surface as if she could tear it apart with sheer will.

”PLEASE! ANYONE! DON’T LET HIM DO THIS TO ME!” Her breath came in ragged, hysterical gasps, her tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudging in dark streaks.

I stood there, watching her struggle, my expression unreadable. The silence from the rest of the mansion was deafening—Emily hadn’t come running, and it was clear why.

The rooms were soundproofed, designed to keep secrets locked away. Jennifer was alone in this, and she knew it.

She spun around, her back pressed against the door, her chest heaving. ”Stay away from me!” she shrieked, her voice cracking. ”I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU TOUCH ME—!” Her eyes were wild, darting around the room like a trapped animal searching for an escape. ”I’ll kill you! I’ll—!”

I stepped closer, my voice calm, almost gentle. ”Jennifer, stop. Just wait—”

”NO!” she screamed, her voice breaking. ”DON’T COME NEAR ME! PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO! I BEG YOU!” She tried to sidestep me, her hands raised as if to ward me off, but I caught her wrist, pulling her back. She thrashed, her body wracked with sobs.

”I CAN’T DO THIS! HOW WILL I FACE MIKE?! PLEASE, JUST LET ME GO! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE—!” Her voice dissolved into a choked, desperate wail, her legs giving out beneath her.

I sighed, lifting her effortlessly and placing her on the bed despite her frantic struggles. She kicked, her fists pounding against my chest, her voice hoarse from screaming. ”DON’T TOUCH ME! PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS! I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! MIKE WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”

I held her down, my grip firm but not cruel, waiting for her to exhaust herself. When her sobs finally softened into broken whimpers, I reached into the system storage and retrieved the mask. In one fluid motion, I transformed it, letting Mike’s face—his exact features, his voice—settle over me.

Jennifer’s breath hitched as she stared, her eyes widening in shock. ”H-how...?” she stammered, her voice trembling. ”Mike...?” Her body went still, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. ”This isn’t real... it can’t be...” Her fingers twitched, as if she wanted to reach out but didn’t dare.

I grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, my voice dripping with feigned disappointment. ”Jennifer... I thought you’d recognize me.” I let out a heavy, theatrical sigh, shaking my head.

”After all the times you’ve taken me inside you, all the nights you’ve wrapped those pretty lips around me... I thought you’d know.” My tone was wounded, as if her failure to recognize me had truly hurt me. ”I’m so disappointed, Mother-in-law. I thought we were closer than that.”

Jennifer’s face paled, her lips parting in horror. ”N-no... that’s not—” She shook her head violently, her voice rising again.

”THIS ISN’T FUNNY! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!” She tried to scramble away, her hands pressing against my chest, but I held her in place, my grip unyielding.

”Shhh,” I murmured, my voice a flawless imitation of Mike’s—soft, almost tender, like a lover’s whisper. ”You know it’s me, Jennifer. You feel it, don’t you?” I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her ear, my lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck. The scent of her fear—sharp, metallic—mingled with the faintest hint of her perfume, intoxicating.

Jennifer’s eyes darted between my face and my cock, her expression a storm of doubt and dawning realization. ”Mike...?” she breathed, her voice trembling.

”Is that... is that really you?” Her fingers twitched at her sides, as if she wanted to reach out but didn’t dare.

”But how... how is this even possible?” Her voice cracked, her mind racing, her body frozen between disbelief and the terrifying pull of recognition.

I let out a low, amused chuckle, my fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up her thigh. ”Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I teased, my voice dripping with suggestion.

”Take my cock inside that naughty pussy of yours. If it fits—if it feels like home—then you’ll know for sure.” I leaned back just enough to let her see the smirk playing on my lips.

”After all, your pussy is already marked by me, Jennifer. It remembers exactly what I feel like.”

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her eyes widening. For a moment, she hesitated, her body tense with conflict. But then, like a predator finally cornered, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my shoulders. ”It is you!” she hissed, her voice a mix of fury and relief. ”

You bastard!” Her fingers dug into my skin, her eyes burning with a storm of emotions—anger, confusion, something darker.

”No one else could talk like this. No one else could dare talk to me like this!” She shook her head, her voice rising. ”Always bullying me, always pushing me—only you would do this!”

But then her expression faltered, her grip loosening slightly. ”The mask...” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”Mike... was it always you? Or...” She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine, her worst fear clawing its way to the surface.

”Is there another Mike? The one my daughter actually married?” Her voice broke, the question hanging between us like a blade, sharp and unbearable.

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I let the silence stretch, my smirk deepening as I watched her unravel.