Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 519: Victoria Teasing Diana

Mom placed her arms on her hips, her expression feigning extreme displeasure. "Is that so? You expect me to swallow that tale? For decades, I’ve considered you my closest confidante, and this is the loyalty you show me? Sneaking into my son’s chambers on your very first night, clad in attire that offers minimal coverage? It’s quite evident you’re attempting to ensnare my boy!"

Tears welled in Diana’s eyes instantaneously. "Victoria, please… listen to my explanation…"

Mom continued her performance, a blend of heartbroken anguish and fiery indignation coloring her tone. "Oh, and now the tears flow? Only after being discovered in the act? I welcomed you into my home, entrusted you with my son’s well-being, and you… You aspire to be my daughter-in-law without my consent? Diana Lance, I never would have believed you capable of such deception!"

Diana instinctively pulled the blanket higher, covering herself further, before scrambling out of the bed. She moved with hurried steps towards Mom, her face awash with tears.

"It truly isn’t what it appears… Please, believe me, Victoria… I was merely… I found myself unable to sleep alone and… and Dexter kindly offered me refuge. That’s the absolute truth! I swear it on my life!"

Mom arched an eyebrow, her gaze slowly traversing Diana from head to toe. She noted the alluring contours, so starkly revealed by the diaphanous nightgown. "Is that the truth? Then illuminate me as to why you occupy my son’s bed, draped in this minuscule garment that accentuates every curve? You’re practically baring all! It’s a blatant attempt at seduction, you temptress! Observe those legs… those magnificent breasts… Do you take me for a fool?"

Diana glanced down at herself, suddenly comprehending the image she presented. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. "No… no, that’s not it at all… I never intended for it to seem that way… Victoria, you know my character! I would never—"

I could no longer bear to witness her distress. Rising swiftly, I drew Diana into a firm, protective embrace, shielding her from Mom’s theatrical barbs.

"Mom… cease this torment. She’s already distressed and weeping. You’re pushing this too far."

Mom let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest as if profoundly wounded. "Good heavens… observe this! You’re already attempting to alienate my son from me, you fiend! A single night sharing his bed, and he’s already acting as your valiant protector? Diana, your efficiency is truly remarkable, wouldn’t you agree?"

Diana’s panic intensified. She swiftly detached herself from me, tears still coursing down her face. "No… no, please don’t say that! I never intended to come between you two… I shall depart immediately! I’ll gather my belongings and leave… I am terribly sorry, Victoria…"

She turned, her steps directed toward the door, clearly poised to hastily retrieve her possessions and flee in humiliation.

Mom moved with surprising alacrity. She surged forward, enveloping Diana in a tight embrace from behind, her arms encircling her best friend’s waist.

"You foolish, foolish girl…" Mom murmured tenderly, resting her chin upon Diana’s shoulder. "I was merely jesting! After all these years, don’t you think I know the true measure of your character? Cease your weeping, you overgrown child."

Diana appeared taken aback. She slowly turned within Mom’s embrace, her eyes wide and still glistening with unshed tears. "You… you were merely playing a game the entire time?"

Mom let out a soft chuckle, her cunning, triumphant smile making a full reappearance. "But of course! I never anticipated my dearest friend would fall prey to my own son’s advances… However, if you address me as ’Mom’ henceforth, I might be persuaded to sanction your union as my daughter-in-law. Come now, utter the words — ’Mom, I apologize for inadvertently capturing your son.’"

Diana’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "You… I would never address you as Mom! You are utterly insufferable!"

Mom erupted into hearty laughter and sauntered over to me, playfully grasping my ear and giving it a gentle tug.

"Diana… from this moment forward, he is entrusted to your care. I need no longer concern myself with this impudent rascal. You shall keep him in line. Ensure no external temptresses conspire against him or our family’s prosperity. You are my best friend, after all — and now, my prospective daughter-in-law!"

Then, Mom lightly tapped the top of my head. "And you, scoundrel… should you dare to disappoint Diana, I shall disown you without hesitation. Do you comprehend my decree?"

Her gaze became serious for a fleeting moment, the playful spark vanishing from her eyes. "I am not speaking lightly, Mr. Dexter. Should you cause her harm…"

Diana immediately moved to stand protectively in front of me, her sobs subsiding slightly. "No… please don’t blame him. He is still young, and he is… he is innocent in this entire affair…"

Mom offered a warm smile, her gaze sweeping over both of us, genuine affection now evident in her eyes. "Observe this remarkable display… your intended wife already stands as your shield, even before the vows are exchanged. You see? Even if you scoured the world, you would never find a love quite like this. Therefore, you must cherish her with utmost diligence, lest I truly cast you out."

I glanced at Diana, then back at Mom, and nodded, a small, relieved smile gracing my lips. "I understand, Mom… I truly do."

Victoria gave a contented little nod, her teasing smile fading into a genuinely tender, motherly look. "Excellent. Now, both of you, get yourselves down for breakfast. We can discuss things further then. And Diana… don't think for a moment that I'm letting you off the hook. I still have plenty of questions regarding how quickly you became involved with my son." With a final wink in our direction, she turned and exited the room, a happy tune escaping her lips as she departed.

The instant the door clicked shut, Diana’s gaze snapped to mine, a deep flush painting her cheeks. Residual moisture still clung to her eyes from the earlier playful banter, but now they shimmered with a blend of bashfulness and tender affection.

"You… you're making fun of me!" she exclaimed indignantly, lightly thumping her fist against my chest in mock protest. "How can you laugh when your own mother just labeled me a vixen and a seductress? I was so certain she was genuinely furious!"

I let out another chuckle, finding her flustered state utterly endearing. "I'm not laughing *at* you. I'm laughing because you look so incredibly cute when you get like that."

Diana's blush intensified. Her playful jabs at my chest grew a little firmer this time. "Cute? You're the one who's completely unbearable! Stop laughing this instant, or I’ll actually hit you!"

Feigning an exaggerated wince, I clutched my chest dramatically. "Ouch… that genuinely stings. My poor, fragile heart…"

Diana's expression shifted instantly from amused annoyance to deep concern. Her eyes widened, and she gently placed her hand over the spot she'd hit me. "Does it hurt...? Oh dear, I didn't mean to strike you so forcefully... I'm so sorry, Dexter. Let me see..."

I maintained the charade, affecting a slight pout. "Yes… it hurts terribly. And the only cure for this pain is a kiss from my wife. A proper one, right here on my chest… or perhaps, on my lips."

Diana paused, her eyes fixed on me for a moment before a look of resolute boldness settled on her features. Without a second's hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss began softly, then deepened, her hands cradling my face as if to ensure the "pain" was entirely vanquished.

When she finally drew back, her breath came a little faster. "Does it still hurt...?"