Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 514: Godmother and the Spoiled Son

Diana’s reaction to my words was one of surprise. Her steps faltered for a fleeting instant, her eyes widening in response. A subtle shift then crossed her features—a flicker of sadness mingled with guilt. She quickly averted her gaze, as if attempting to conceal these emotions.

"Didn’t your mother tell you..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a slight tremor. "I am your godmother... and your aunt. How could I possibly not know about you, little brat?"

She playfully ruffled my hair with her fingers, a gesture meant to lighten the mood. A self-satisfied, teasing smile reappeared on her lips as she met my gaze, her eyes full of mirth. "Come on... call me ’Mom’ quickly. Let’s see how it sounds."

I did not utter the word “Mom.” Instead, I halted my movement and looked directly into her eyes, my voice quiet yet earnest. "Then why am I only seeing you now? If you’ve known me since birth... if you’ve been watching over me all this time... why did you choose today to finally appear before me?"

My question seemed to catch Diana off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Her smug smile evaporated instantly. She opened her mouth, but for a moment, no sound emerged. Her fingers, still tangled in my hair, froze in place. The guilt in her beautiful eyes became more pronounced.

"I... I’m sorry..." she stammered, her voice cracking slightly. "I should’ve come sooner... but... There were reasons. Complicated reasons. Things I couldn’t easily explain. I didn’t want to bring danger into your life. I believed that staying away was the best way to protect you..."

Her gaze dropped to the large shoes on her feet, and she suddenly appeared diminished, more vulnerable than I had ever seen her. The image of the confident, powerful woman from the interrogation room had vanished. In this moment, she was simply Diana—a woman burdened by profound regret.

Witnessing her distress stirred something within me. I gently took her hand once more, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"It’s okay," I said softly, my tone warm and genuine. "You don’t need to explain everything right now. I’m just happy that you’re here with me now... at least. Today has been one of the best days I’ve experienced in a long time. So... let’s not spoil it with sadness, alright?"

Diana raised her eyes to meet mine. Though a hint of moisture glistened in them, she offered a slow nod, a small, appreciative smile gracing her lips.

"Thank you..." she murmured. "You’re far too kind for your own good, Dexter. Just like your mother." She paused briefly, then added with a touch of her former playfulness, attempting to lighten the mood, "But don’t think I’ve forgotten about making you call me ’Mom.’ One day, I’ll make you say it properly."

I let out a light chuckle, striving to dissipate the somber atmosphere. "We’ll see about that. For now, let’s just concentrate on dinner. I’m incredibly hungry, and I imagine you must be too after all that running and chasing."

A soft laugh escaped Diana, though it still carried an undertone of melancholy. She squeezed my hand back and nodded. "Alright... dinner it is. But after that, we really ought to head back. Your mother will start to worry if we’re out too late."

As we proceeded towards the dining area beyond the park, the vibrant lights surrounding us seemed to lose some of their brilliance.

The space between us had grown heavier, filled with unexpressed thoughts and concealed emotions. I could feel Diana’s thumb intermittently stroking the back of my hand, an unspoken, continuous apology in motion.

Following that emotionally charged encounter outside the park, I assisted Diana in selecting a place to eat. We chose a quaint Italian restaurant situated just beyond the amusement park’s perimeter. I ordered a creamy pasta dish for her, while I opted for a succulent steak accompanied by fries.

We dined at a leisurely pace, engaging in conversation about trivial matters—our favorite rides from earlier, the humor found in the haunted house, and the delightful taste of the ice cream. Diana seemed to regain her composure, her laughter soft whenever I teased her about her broken heel.

By the time we concluded our meal, a sense of satisfaction and fullness had settled upon us. The sky was now completely dark. I hailed a taxi and drove Diana home.

Upon entering the house, Mom (Veronica) was seated in the living room, engrossed in her phone while sipping a cup of tea. Her eyes brightened considerably the moment she saw us.

Diana offered a warm smile and greeted her, "Veronica... long time no see."

Mom immediately rose from her seat and enveloped Diana in a heartfelt embrace, holding her closely and rocking her gently, mirroring the affection of long-lost friends reunited after a significant absence. "Who decided to change their phone number and cease all contact, huh? I’ve been trying to reach you for months!"

Diana returned the embrace with equal warmth, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Do you think I don’t want to? Life has a way of becoming complicated sometimes, you know that."

Suddenly, with a playful flick of her hand and a mischievous glint in her eye, Diana playfully pinched Mom’s backside. "You absolute rascal... You didn’t even tell your son about me! I’m his godmother, for goodness sake!"

Mom produced a dramatic gasp before retaliating with a slap to Diana's backside. "Hmm... so now you recall your role as his godmother? After vanishing for years. How audacious of you to appear and then complain!"

I remained a spectator to their exchange, a laugh escaping my lips. Their behavior was akin to squabbling youngsters, marked by playfully teasing, pinching, and bickering. Witnessing two accomplished, refined women descend into such conduct was both touching and amusing.

Simultaneously, their attention snapped towards me, their gazes narrowing in perfect unison.

"What do you find amusing?" Mom inquired, her brow arched.

Folding her arms, Diana added with a snort, "Indeed, what's so funny, young man? Off to your room this instant!"

I hoisted my hands in a gesture of surrender, my grin undiminished. "Nothing, absolutely nothing... You ladies simply appear incredibly adorable when you quarrel like this. It’s precisely like observing teenagers."

Mom gestured emphatically towards the staircase. "Adorable? Ascend to your room before I resort to ear-pinching for you as well! And don't imagine I've overlooked bringing Diana home at such a late hour. We will address that matter tomorrow."

A swift, secretive wink was exchanged between Diana and me as she glanced behind Mom's back, her expression momentarily softening with affection. She then turned back to Mom, emitting a dramatic sigh. "You see? This is precisely why I kept my distance. Your son has grown far too impertinent."