Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 560: Tattooed Shaman MILF

Andy’s dark eyes stayed locked on my throbbing cock for several long seconds. Then, without any hesitation or shame, she gracefully dropped to her knees right in front of me.

Her massive tits jiggled heavily as she knelt, nearly spilling out of her loose hide top. Now at eye level with my cock, she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against the sensitive head of my dick. The scent of her arousal grew even thicker in the air.

”Why is your cock... so different?” she asked in a soft, curious whisper, tilting her head. ”The head looks so clean... so smooth and shiny.”

She moved even closer, her full lips only inches away from my leaking tip. ”It looks like your skin is not there...” she murmured, almost in awe. ”The head is completely exposed. I’ve never seen a cock like this before.”

My thick erection jerked powerfully right in front of her face, a fresh bead of precum oozing out and dripping down the swollen glans. Feeling her hot breath and seeing her beautiful face so close to my cock made it throb even harder.

I swallowed and explained in a low voice, ”It’s because of my grandfather. He was a great healer in our tribe. ”

”When I was still a boy, he removed the extra skin from my cock. He said it would make women feel much better when it slides inside them... that the bare head would rub against their walls more directly and give them stronger pleasure.”

Andy’s eyes widened with interest. She stared at my circumcised cock with pure fascination, studying every thick vein and the smooth, bulbous head. Her tongue unconsciously wet her lips as she examined it.

”Really...?” she breathed, clearly intrigued. ”So this smooth, fat head rubs directly against a woman’s insides?”

She leaned in even closer until her soft lips were barely a breath away from my cock. ”No wonder it looks so... delicious. So clean and proud.”

Her warm breath teased the sensitive skin, making my cock twitch again. A long string of precum stretched from the tip and landed on her lower lip. Andy didn’t flinch. Instead, she slowly licked it off with the tip of her tongue, tasting me.

”Mmm...” she hummed softly, her eyes fluttering for a moment.

From the side, Rikaru let out a deep chuckle, still focused on the deer meat but clearly listening. Haru and Dagu were also watching with open curiosity, showing no discomfort at their mother kneeling in front of a stranger’s exposed cock.

Andy looked up at me from her knees, her flushed face filled with lust and fascination. ”Your grandfather was wise,” she said huskily. ”If this bare cock feels better for women... then I would very much like to test it myself.”

Her hand slowly reached up, and her soft fingers gently brushed along the underside of my cock, feeling its heat and hardness. ”It’s so thick... and the head is so smooth. I wonder how it would feel stretching my hairy cunt...”

The tension inside the cave was thick enough to cut with a stone knife. Andy remained boldly on her knees for a few more moments, her soft hand still lazily stroking the underside of my thick, exposed cock as she admired the smooth, circumcised head. Her full lips were slightly parted, eyes dark with obvious lust, while her husband and sons watched without any real objection.

I was genuinely surprised at how openly she had spoken and acted in front of Rikaru and their sons. This tribe’s views on sex, desire, and sharing were clearly far more primal and permissive than anything I had encountered before.

Rikaru finally broke the heavy silence with a grunt. ”Andy... enough of this. Dexter is a young, strong hunter. He won’t want to waste his seed on an old woman like you. Stop embarrassing yourself and get back to work.”

Andy shot him an annoyed glare, still kneeling with one hand wrapped around the base of my throbbing cock. ”Old woman?” she scoffed. ”Then we’ll ask your mother when she arrives. She knows more about men and pleasure than all of us combined. She’ll tell us what a young bull like Dexter needs.”

Haru nodded casually. ”Grandmother should be here soon. The storm is getting worse — should we go out and search for her?”

Rikaru shook his head while continuing to butcher the deer. ”No. She went to visit her old tribe a few days ago. They were sending escorts with her. She’ll arrive safely. Mother always does.”

That was when I realized another important member lived in this cave — Rikaru’s mother.

Andy finally stood up, though she made sure to brush her massive tits against me one last time. ”Rikaru’s mother is a powerful woman,” she explained to me, her voice still husky. ”The tribes around here fear and respect her. She can read omens, speak to spirits, and see pieces of the future. Many chiefs seek her guidance during harsh winters or before battles.”

Just as she finished speaking, the grass curtain at the cave entrance rustled loudly.

A cold gust of wind and snow blew in as several figures stepped inside. Leading them was an impressive woman who immediately commanded attention.

She appeared to be in her early fifties, with long, flowing white hair that cascaded down her back like fresh snow.

Despite her age, she was strikingly voluptuous — even more so than Andy. Her massive tits were enormous, heavy, and pendulous, straining hard against a thick animal skin cloak adorned with bones, feathers, and strange symbols. Her hips were wide, and her ass was huge, round, and powerful, jiggling noticeably with each step she took inside the cave.

Intricate tattoos covered her arms, shoulders, and the upper swells of her breasts — mysterious swirling patterns and runes that seemed to glow faintly in the firelight. Her face was still beautiful, with sharp cheekbones, piercing dark eyes, and an aura of authority mixed with sensual confidence.

She wasn’t surprised at all by my presence. Her sharp gaze landed on me instantly, scanning my body from head to toe, lingering for a moment on my still-exposed, throbbing cock with clear interest before moving back up to my face. A small, knowing smile curved her lips.

Two strong men and two women followed her inside, carrying large bundles of supplies. They placed down heavy portions of raw meat, dried herbs, woven baskets filled with roots and berries, and several thick furs near the storage corner.

The escorts bowed respectfully to the white-haired woman.

”Thank you for escorting me,” she said to them in a deep, commanding voice. ”Tell the chief I will visit again when the spirits call me.”