Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 504: Mother’s College Friend: Aunt Diana

My palm smacked Ravina’s drenched, puffy pussy, the sharp crack resounding like a gunshot across the room. Violently her body bucked upward, back lifting from the bed while thighs quivered and toes clenched the sheets tight. Then—

"Aaaaaaaaaaah—! N-No—! Ah—! Ah—! Aaaah—! Aaaaaaaah—!"

Raw and primal, her scream ripped out, the cry of a woman utterly demolished by bliss.

Fluid erupted from her in a fierce gush, saturating the sheets, her inner thighs, and even my hand as convulsions seized her, nails raking the mattress until her form slackened, slumping into the slick chaos she’d created. Her chest rose and fell heavily, skin glowing red, pussy pulsing faintly in the wake.

A wicked grin spread across my face, my cock pulsing hard at the view of her—ruined, exhausted, flawless. Yet the evening pressed on.

Agatha nestled tight against me already, her lush, weighty breasts squished into my side, her fuzzy slit hot where my shaft lay nestled.

Both of them I drew in nearer, Ravina’s boneless frame conforming to my other flank, her exhales warming my shoulder.

Musky, sugary, and heady, the aroma of their passion hung thick in the air while I buried my face in Agatha’s deep cleavage, arm slung across Ravina’s hips, fingertips idly following her hip’s swell.

Quickly sleep overtook me, their warm bulk grounding me amid the lingering ecstasy.

Morning rays poured through the drapes upon waking, golden and sluggish.

Still deep in slumber lay Ravina and Agatha, breathing deep and even. Over my leg draped Ravina’s, her slit shiny from the prior night, mouth slack in repose.

With every breath Agatha’s breasts swelled and subsided, nipples stiff despite sleep, her dense curly thatch grazing my leg.

Carefully I eased away, my dick rousing as it slid along Agatha’s yielding flesh. Visions surged of plunging deep into her snug, furred depths, though I shoved them back. Plans awaited elsewhere.

Blazing hot ran the shower, water streaming down my body, rinsing off the sweat, seed, and traces of the previous night’s wild romp.

With God Speed I zipped back to my future era, air tearing apart, portal buzzing with potent force as I crossed the threshold—

—emerging into my bedroom, night vanished, sun climbing high overhead. The nightstand clock showed 11:47 AM. A sharp breath escaped me, hand combing through my wet hair.

My closet door swung open, fingers gliding across textures—silk, wool, custom-fitted finery.

A sharp charcoal gray suit I chose, sleek and commanding, cloth molding to my shoulders, tie cinched firm at my throat.

As I fastened my shirt, my cock stirred, echoes of last night vivid in thought.

Stepping from my room, Mom stood ready, heels tapping marble, blazer clinging to her shapely form.

Dad had departed ages ago, briefcase absent, just a whisper of his cologne remaining.

Turning, Mom’s eyes brightened at my sight. "My son looks handsome as ever..." Warmth filled her tone, fingers grazing my cheek prior to a forehead kiss, lips holding a beat too long.

Suddenly her voice turned coy, taunting, brimming with suggestion. "You didn’t forget about your Aunt Diana, right...?"

Mid-stride I halted. "Aunt Diana...?" Who the hell was Aunt Diana? Mom with a sibling? When did that happen—?

Rich and sly, Mom’s laugh rang out, hand on her hip. "Why are you making such a face?" Head shaking, her raven locks swung.

"Haven’t I told you about Diana? She’s Mom’s college friend." Mischief danced in her eyes.

"I told you days ago... that she’s coming to America and will stay with us..." Chin tapped by her fingers. "And you, my dear son, are the one who will take care of her... since Mom is far too busy."

Days ago...? Perhaps for her. Months for me. Yet searching memory, bits emerged—a offhand dinner remark, name mentioned over sweets. "Oh... right. Diana." Neck rubbed, I feigned recall. "Yeah, I remember now."

Sly grew Mom’s smile, fingers stroking my shirt collar, nails teasing skin. "Dexter..." Whisper hushed and secretive, breath hot on my ear.

"Let me tell you something..." Slightly she withdrew, eyes meeting mine, stare intense and perceptive.

"Diana is really beautiful..." Down my chest trailed her fingertips. "And she’s a mature woman... hasn’t even married." Lips curved slyly.

"If you want... go after her..." Lower slipped her hand, thumb skimming my beltline. "And Mom will help you..."

Tightened my gut. "Mom—!" Heat flooded my face, climbing my neck.

Low and husky came her chuckle, hand cradling my cheek. "Brat, why are you so shy...?" Thumb swept my lower lip, gaze dropping to my lips.

"Didn't Mom assist you earlier...?" Her voice purred seductively, fingers lightly tracing along my jawline.

"Those ladies in Mom's office... the ones you haven't devoured yet...?" Her chuckle came low and insightful, hand gliding down to my shoulder. "Why not assist Mom this time...?"

I gulped heavily, my cock hardening inside my trousers. "Mom, you can't simply—"

"I want her to address me as Mom." Her tone grew resolute, eyes sparkling with defiance.

"Think you can manage that...?" She drew closer, lips grazing my ear, breath warm and teasing.

"Mom will back you completely..." Her tongue darted over the curve of my ear, sparking shivers through my body. "Even if marriage to her is your desire..." She drew away, grin fierce, fingers stroking my suit's lapel. "What say you...?"

I breathed out sharply, thoughts whirling. "What if I refuse...?"

Her grin twisted slyly, fingers drumming on my chest. "No allowance for you."

I moaned, fingers raking through my hair. "Mom... how could you be so ruthless...? Fine, I agree, but only if she's as stunning as Mom."

Her laughter rang out full and delighted, then she drew me into an embrace, her form pressing warmly to mine. "Alright, alright..." Her tone feigned pity, as her hand tucked an item into my pocket—a sleek, weighty bank card, its metal chilling my thigh.

"I know my boy cherishes me above all..." Fingers patted my chest. "Here, take this..." Pride and playfulness shone in her gaze. "Unlimited credit..." She gripped my shoulder firmly. "Use it any way you please..."

I gaped at her in shock, the card's heft digging into my leg.

With a wink, she patted my cheek and headed for the door. "Her plane lands at 2 o'clock..." Her words floated lightly, yet held deep significance.

"Don't arrive late..." She looked over her shoulder, smile full of certainty. "And Dexter...?"

"Yeah...?"

"Ensure she calls me Mom." Her soft laugh carried dark humor as she vanished into the corridor, leaving me rooted there, bank card searing in my pocket, mind buzzing with potential—

—and the thrill of bending Aunt Diana to submissions beyond her wildest dreams.