Previously on Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks...
Victoria teased Diana relentlessly, accusing her of seducing her son, Dexter. Diana was distressed and cried, but Victoria eventually revealed she was only joking. Victoria gave her blessing for Diana to be with Dexter, warning him not to hurt her. Afterward, Diana playfully confronted Dexter, who teased her back, leading to them sharing a passionate kiss.
Her sudden boldness genuinely caught me by surprise. This was the same woman who had been weeping and in a state of panic merely moments ago, yet here she was, taking charge with such confidence.
Diana observed my astonished expression, a smug and contented smile gracing her features. "Hmph... you little rascal. You think you can tease me like that and get away with it? I can tease you back too, you know."
I flashed a grin, unable to resist probing her a bit further. "Little rascal...? How can you be so sure I'm little? Couldn't I be... big...?"
The instant the words escaped my lips, Diana's face erupted in a bright crimson flush. Her mind evidently recalled the previous night—the way my firm manhood had pressed distinctly against her soft thigh when I shifted in bed. The warmth, the size, the undeniable pressure... the memory caused her blush to deepen even further.
"You... you utterly shameless boy!" she scolded, though her tone conveyed more fluster than genuine anger. She lightly swatted my arm once more, but the gesture lacked any real force.
"How can you utter such a thing after all that transpired last night? You'll cause me to expire from sheer embarrassment!"
I let out a soft chuckle and drew her nearer, my arms encircling her waist. "I'm merely stating the truth. You experienced it yourself, did you not? So tell me... am I truly that little?"
Diana buried her face against my chest, concealing her burning cheeks. "Stop... cease teasing me. You are acutely aware of what you are... and you know precisely what I felt. You are not little at all... you are... you are sometimes too much."
She peeked up at me with a single eye, her face still flushed a deep red, yet a small, playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "But if you continue to tease your godmother in this manner... I might be compelled to administer a punishment later. And I assure you, I won't be gentle."
I planted a kiss on the crown of her head, still chuckling inwardly. "I eagerly anticipate it, my dearest."
Diana emitted a contented sigh, melting into my embrace for a fleeting moment longer before pulling back slightly. "Come now... we should descend for breakfast before your mother comes back upstairs and continues to tease us. I doubt my heart can withstand another round of her feigned displeasure."
She took my hand, intertwining our fingers, and gave it a tender squeeze. "But... thank you. For defending me earlier. And for... everything last night."
I reciprocated the squeeze, my heart swelling with warmth and fullness. "Always. Now, let's go before Mother decides to personally escort us downstairs."
Diana let out a soft, bashful laugh and nodded in agreement. We proceeded hand-in-hand toward the bathroom, much like a genuine couple. I stood beside her at the sink, and we began brushing our teeth together, our reflections in the mirror.
Our mirrored images appeared so natural—myself in a t-shirt and sweatpants, her still clad in that alluring black nightie that accentuated every curve. She repeatedly stole glances at me as we brushed, her cheeks dusted with pink. I playfully nudged her shoulder with mine, and she returned the gesture, both of us smiling around our toothbrushes like besotted teenagers.
After rinsing our faces, I gently wiped a stray droplet of water from her cheek with my thumb. She blushed anew and whispered, "You are already spoiling me far too much..."
We finally descended the stairs together, our hands still clasped. The moment we entered the dining area, I noticed Mother already seated at the head of the table, exuding an aura of elegance and relaxation, a newspaper resting in her hands. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee, toast, eggs, and pancakes permeated the air. Upon observing us enter, hands intertwined, her face illuminated with a bright, knowing smile.
Victoria regarded Diana and her son holding hands so naturally and remarked in a sweet, teasing tone, "Oh my... Daughter-in-law... why did you not greet your mother-in-law properly? Is that how you treat family now?"
Diana froze for a second, clearly still apprehensive that Victoria harbored lingering anger from earlier. She gave a light scoff, attempting to project an air of toughness. "Hmph... It depends on your son. Let's see how well he performs first. If he continues to make me happy, then perhaps I shall commence calling you Mother."
Mother dramatically raised an eyebrow, adopting an expression of feigned shock. "Oh ho ho! Listen to her! Already bargaining like a true wife. Dexter, did you hear that? Your godmother is already negotiating terms!"
The maids discreetly placed plates laden with breakfast before us—fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee—then bowed politely and exited the room, leaving the three of us in solitude.
Victoria picked up her coffee, took a slow, deliberate sip, and fixed her gaze directly upon Diana, who was nervously sipping from her own cup. With an expression of utter innocence, she declared, "You two are not getting any younger, you know. Why don't you present us with a few grandchildren soon? And last night... did you two consummate your union? Please refrain from using any protection, alright? I desire a multitude of adorable little ones scampering around this household!"
Diana, in her shock, could only sputter out her coffee. "Pfffh—!"
Coffee erupted from her, scattering everywhere. Gasping for air, her face flushing a deep crimson, she snatched a napkin. "Victoria! What are you even saying?! We absolutely did not... we didn't do anything like that! We simply slept! That's the entirety of it!"
Her mother leaned back, a hearty laugh escaping her as she put on an innocent facade. "Oh? Just slept? In that minuscule nightie? Pressed up against my son the entire night? With the way you two were entangled this morning, I genuinely believed you had already begun the process of making me a grandmother!"
Diana frantically dabbed at her mouth, still sputtering. "Stop this teasing at once! You are utterly impossible! We truly did not... I give you my solemn word! We merely conversed and... and then drifted off to sleep. Nothing more!"
Victoria smirked with shrewd amusement, gesturing with her spoon towards Diana. "Conversed? In bed? With your bodies practically fused together? My dear, I am not naive. I understand precisely how these situations commence. One moment you are 'just sleeping,' and the blink of an eye later, you are bestowing upon me delightful grandbabies, complete with my son’s eyes and your charming features."
Diana’s countenance contorted with sheer mortification. She covered her face with her hands. "Victoria... I implore you... not with him present! Your words will be the death of me from sheer embarrassment!"
Her mother reached out, her touch gentle as she patted Diana’s hand, her chuckles continuing. "Compose yourself, my prospective daughter-in-law. I am merely jesting because my heart is full of joy. I have known you for such a considerable time... and to witness you finally radiant with happiness alongside my son fills me with a delight beyond your comprehension. However, in all seriousness... no precautions. My expectation is a minimum of three grandchildren. That is the absolute floor."
Peeking through her fingers, Diana’s face remained a picture of furious blushing. "You... you are genuinely the most terrible best friend one could ever have."
