Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 484: Breakfast with a Limping Mother-in-Law

A growl rumbled from my throat as I pulled free from Jennifer, seized Nathalie, twisted her around, and smashed her rear against the wall. "Your turn," I snarled, hoisting her leg while positioning my cock at her pussy entrance. "I’m gonna fuck you standing up while Jennifer watches."

"YES—! PLEASE—!" Nathalie screamed while I slammed into her depths, stuffing her utterly full.

Jennifer whimpered softly, her fingers plunged deep into her own pussy as she observed me pounding Nathalie relentlessly. "F-Fuck—! It’s so hot!" she moaned, her free hand twisting her nipple fiercely.

Nathalie took my hard thrusts, my cock plunging in and out of her snug pussy, her breasts jiggling wildly with each powerful stroke. "You like that, slut?" I growled, my fingers clamping her throat while I hammered away. "You like being fucked while your sister watches?"

"YES—! HARDER—! PLEASE—!" Nathalie sobbed, her pussy clenching around my cock as her orgasm crashed through her.

I refused to halt. I continued pounding her, forcing screams from her lips, triggering climax after climax until her legs buckled and she slumped into my arms, her frame quivering uncontrollably.

"Fuck," I growled, withdrawing from her and yanking Jennifer close, shoving her rear against the wall. "You’re next."

Jennifer moaned eagerly, parting her legs wide as I aligned my cock with her pussy and drove in deep, filling her to the brim.

"AAAH—! YES!" she screamed, her nails raking my shoulders while I ravaged her fiercely, my cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy.

"You like this, baby?" I growled, my mouth claiming hers in a rough, devouring kiss. "You like being fucked against the wall?"

"YES—! DON’T STOP—! PLEASE—!" Jennifer sobbed, her pussy squeezing my cock tightly as she climaxed intensely, her juices splashing over my pelvis.

With a growl, I pulled out and seized Nathalie, pressing her back to the wall next to Jennifer. "Both of you—ass up."

They complied instantly, offering their holes to me, desperate for my use.

A wicked, dirty grin spread across my face. "Good sluts."

Then I took them both—pounding one pussy, then the other’s ass—alternating between them, drawing out screams, orgasms, claiming them fully as mine.

Exhausted, we tumbled onto the bed together and drifted into sleep.

Golden rays of morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting the tangled sheets with light—still soaked in sweat and heavy with the aroma of our wild sex. I stretched lazily, my body sore in the most satisfying manner, last night’s raw pounding vivid in my thoughts. But my hand met only cold emptiness on the bed.

A sly smirk curved my lips.

I rolled out of bed, swinging my legs to the floor, my cock stirring half-erect from memories of ravaging them—making them scream, leaving them barely able to walk.

Following a swift shower, I tugged on clean pants, the material scraping my tender skin. Soap mingled with the musk of sex as I left the room, drawn by faint voices—timid, ashamed, uncertain.

"Mom, what happened to your leg?" Worry filled Emily’s voice, her forehead creased as she sat at the breakfast table. "Did you get hurt? Why are you limping?"

I halted in the doorway, arms folded across my chest, leaning casually against the frame while observing the scene.

Jennifer fidgeted in her chair, color rising in her cheeks as she dodged Emily’s eyes. "I-It’s nothing," she stuttered, twisting the edge of her dress nervously. "This morning... my leg just... bumped into the bed. So that’s why."

Bumped into the bed.

I stifled a chuckle, recalling how I’d fucked her upright, slamming her so brutally she could hardly stand, much less walk straight—her legs trembling, clinging to me, moans buried in my shoulder amid the wall-pounding frenzy.

Yeah. Right.

Emily nodded slowly, skepticism lingering on her face. "You should be more careful, Mom. You’re not as young as you—"

"Good morning."

My words sliced the awkward air like a knife, calm and loaded with insight. Jennifer and Nathalie went rigid, spoons suspended, faces blazing as they turned toward me. Nathalie’s grip tightened on her coffee mug, thighs clenching—undoubtedly throbbing from the night’s abuse.

Jennifer looked away first, lips compressed tightly as she fought for composure. "G-Good morning, Dexter," she murmured, voice husky with shame.

Nathalie swallowed hard, her hand shaking as she grabbed her juice, eyes averted. "M-Morning," she stammered, cheeks aflame.

Emily looked from one to the other, oblivious to the sordid truths in the atmosphere. "Dexter! You’re up early," she said cheerfully, sliding a plate my way. "Come sit. We made breakfast."

I advanced, my eyes fixed on Jennifer’s thighs—how she squirmed in her seat, legs stiffening under my stare. She ached badly. And she knew I relished it.

"Thanks," I uttered, yanking out a chair and plopping down, my knee grazing Jennifer’s beneath the table. She jerked back, her breath catching sharply as I leaned close, my voice dropping to a husky, intimate rumble. "Did you sleep well, Jennifer?"

Her cheeks flamed bright red. "Y-Yes," she breathed out, her fingers gripping her fork tightly.

I let out a low chuckle, sipping my coffee while my gaze stayed fixed on her eyes. "Funny. You look like you barely slept a wink last night."

Nathalie spluttered on her juice, hacking to catch her breath as tears welled up in her eyes.

Emily furrowed her brow. "Are you okay, Aunt Nathalie?"

"F-Fine!" Nathalie yelped, dabbing her mouth with a napkin, her eyes flicking toward me—begging, humiliated, yet irresistibly stunning.

I flashed a slow, cunning grin before pivoting to Emily. "So, what’s the plan for today?" I asked offhandedly, acting like I hadn’t wrecked her mother and aunt in every orifice the night before.

Jennifer squirmed once more, her thighs clamping together, and I knew it—she was reliving how I’d pounded her on her feet, hoisted her body as she shrieked, her legs buckling when I’d finally unloaded.

Nathalie wasn’t faring any better. Her fingers trembled on her cup, her breaths coming in quick gasps, her mind undoubtedly replaying how I’d gaped her ass wide, how she’d craved even more despite limping off afterward.