Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 485: Slutty Mother Angela

Emily ran her fingers along the edge of her coffee mug, her face growing gentler as she raised her eyes to meet mine. "I want to see how Kate is doing," she murmured, her tone laced with fond reminiscence. "It’s been so long since we last met." She hesitated, a faint wrinkle creasing her forehead.

With a nod, I reclined in my seat, folding my arms across my chest. Kate—Tom’s spouse. Memories flooded back of encountering her during my time as Mike. Tom’s name ignited a spark within—recollections, history, entanglements—yet Emily’s features remained earnest, guileless, blind to the intricate bonds weaving through our lives.

A quick look passed between Jennifer and Nathalie—strained, shamefaced, wordless—before they averted their eyes, their morning meal abruptly captivating them more than our talk.

Emily scooted her chair away and rose to her feet. "I’ll go get ready, then." She lingered, her gaze shifting uneasily between her mother and aunt, who dodged her stare as if their very existence hung in the balance.

With another nod, she vanished into the corridor, abandoning us three to a thick, tension-filled quiet.

Jennifer cleared her throat, nervously wringing her napkin between her fingers.

I interrupted swiftly, shoving my chair back and rising. "I’ll be back." Thoughts turned to Angela and checking on her condition.

At the hallway’s end sat Angela’s office, door cracked open just a bit. I nudged it wider and entered—then halted abruptly.

Veronica and Mary sat on the corner of Angela’s desk, arms folded, faces clouded with anger. Angela remained behind her desk, stance stiff, her eyes darting toward me with evident relief—and a hint of deeper warmth.

"Dexter," she sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

Veronica’s eyes locked onto me sharply, narrowing. "Well, well," she sneered, resentment thick in her voice. "Look who finally decided to show up."

Mary folded her arms tighter, her mouth twisting into a sulky sneer. "All these days, and you didn’t even bother to come see us," she grumbled. "Mom," she shot at Angela accusingly, "are you two... together now?"

Hesitation wasn’t an option for me.

Advancing, I seized Angela’s hip, drew her flush against my body, then claimed her mouth in a fierce, owning kiss.

She surrendered into my embrace, fingers gripping my shirt tightly, breath catching as I drew back enough to rumble against her mouth, "Yeah. Your mother and I are together." My stare shifted to Veronica and Mary, bold and commanding. "She’s my wife. And you two..." A smirk formed, "Are my stepdaughters. So start calling me Dad."

Veronica snorted derisively, rolling her eyes. "Keep dreaming," she shot back, arms clamping even harder across her chest.

Mary snorted, cheeks burning with outrage. "As if."

A low chuckle escaped me as I tugged Angela nearer, my palm gliding down to claim her rear with firm possession. "Oh, it’s not a dream, girls," I murmured huskily, tone edged with menace. "It’s reality. And the sooner you accept it, the easier this’ll be for all of us."

Angela nibbled her lower lip, eyes sparkling with mirth as she pressed into my grasp. "Dexter—"

"Save it," I interrupted, planting a swift kiss on her brow before refocusing on her daughters. "You missed me?" My voice carried a taunting, perceptive edge.

Veronica’s face reddened further, eyes skittering aside. "N-No!"

Mary gnawed her lip, her resistance faltering subtly. "We didn’t—!"

I flashed a grin. "Liar."

A gentle laugh bubbled from Angela, her palm gliding up to settle on my chest. "They were asking about you," she confessed playfully.

"Mom!" Veronica whispered sharply, mortified.

I advanced nearer, dropping my voice to a throaty growl. "Good. Because I missed you, too." My eyes swept over them both—Veronica’s challenging scowl, Mary’s embarrassed flush. "All three of you."

Tension crackled through the room, heavy and charged.

Veronica gulped, gaze bouncing to her mother then returning to me. "You’re impossible," she grumbled, the edge dulled now—replaced by reluctant acceptance, budding interest.

Mary chewed her lip, fingers fidgeting with her skirt hem. "D-Dad," she ventured, the term clumsy yet not rejected.

I smirked wider. "There’s a good girl."

Angela’s laugh rang soft and affectionate, her form yielding against me as she shook her head. "You’re terrible," she whispered once more, but her digits tangled in my shirt’s cloth, drawing me in. "But yes... I do love it."

Pervert Insight activated.

Objective: Expose Angela’s slutty nature to Veronica and Mary.

Reward: 100,000 points.

A wicked, hunting grin spread across my mouth. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Veronica rolled her eyes dramatically, nearly straining them, yet a subtle blush climbed her neck, giving her away. "Ugh. Fine," she grumbled, resistance fully ebbed from her tone. "But don’t get used to it."

Mary, the gentler one between them, nibbled her lower lip, cheeks flushed pink. "Y-You’re impossible," she stuttered, yet her eyes darted aside and fingers fidgeted with her skirt—she clearly didn’t mind.

I flashed a sly, confident grin. "Oh, I plan to."

Suddenly, I spun toward Angela, my tone shifting to a deep, authoritative murmur. "Angela, follow me. I have something to talk about with you."

Her brows rose, yet she yielded without protest when I grasped her hand, leading her to the adjacent room—the lounge featuring a bed, couch, and bathroom. The door shut with a click, the lock snapping into place softly.

Instantly in privacy, my hands claimed her body.

Angela let out a gasp while I fondled her, hands cupping her breasts firmly, thumbs teasing her stiff nipples over the sheer blouse material. "D-Dexter—!" she breathed, arching her back against me, breath catching sharply. "V-Veronica and Mary are just outside—!"

Perfect. Let them listen.

I laughed softly, lips grazing her ear’s edge, whispering dirtily. "Then you better ensure..." My fingers slid lower, dipping under her skirt’s band, discovering her soaked folds. "...you don’t cry out too much."

Angela groaned, gripping my shoulders tight as I circled her clit with slow, purposeful strokes. "Y-You’re so bad—!" she whispered harshly, though her hips ground forward eagerly, her form giving her away.

"They’re right there, Angela. Only a flimsy door separates them from hearing their mom get fingered like a whore."

I smirked, my erection pulsing in my trousers. "You understand why I’m acting this way, right?" I whispered, lips gliding along her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone. "It’s because you crave being my slut... and I enjoy proving to all how nasty you get."

Angela’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning red. "D-Dexter—! You can’t—!"

"Oh, yes I can. And I surely will."

I tugged her to the couch, pressing her onto it, her skirt hiking up to her hips. "Spread those legs now, baby..." I commanded with a rough growl. "And reveal how soaked you’ve become for me."

Angela let out a soft whine, but complied, thighs spreading wide, her pussy shining wet, puffy, needy. I knelt down, tongue darting to lap from her clit to her rear entrance, causing her to shudder violently.

"Ah—! N-No—! They’ll hear—!" she cried out, yet her fingers wove into my hair, drawing me nearer.