Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 578: Mom’s Phone Call

Selena suddenly moved, scrambling across the bed to shield her mother. She positioned herself in front of Linda, arms spread protectively, trying to block the view of her mother’s exposed, soaked panties.

"You guys are shameless..." Selena spat, voice shaking with anger and fear. "Do you think you can just get away with this? Kidnapping us? Forcing us? You’re all sick!"

Angela chuckled, a low, amused sound that sent a shiver through the room. She tilted her head, looking at Selena with a mix of pity and dark excitement.

"Girl, I think you have no idea who you’re up against," Angela said calmly. "But that’s what makes it so interesting." She turned her head toward Diana with a wicked little smile. "Don’t you think so, Diana?"

Diana chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement and dominance. "If she knew who my nephew really is, she would understand how completely futile her little rebellion is."

Selena glared at Diana with pure hatred, her face twisted in disgust.

"You are a bitch... and a slut," she hissed. "Seducing someone younger than you... even a friend’s son... who calls you ’Aunt.’ Have you no shame at all?"

Then Selena turned her venom toward me, sneering, "Hmph... I don’t know what you see in her. She’s just an old, dirty woman. I don’t know how many men she’s already fucked. She’s probably ridden hundreds of cocks—"

The sharp sound of Angela’s palm connecting with Selena’s cheek echoed loudly in the small room. Selena’s head snapped to the side, a bright red handprint blooming instantly on her face. She gasped, stunned, raising a hand to her stinging cheek.

Angela’s expression had turned cold and dangerous. She grabbed Selena by the hair roughly, yanking her head back so the younger woman was forced to look up at her.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Angela growled. "You don’t get to talk about Diana like that. Especially not when your own mother is lying there with her soaked panties on full display, dripping like a desperate whore."

Selena’s eyes watered from the pain, but she still tried to glare defiantly.

Diana stepped closer, smiling down at Selena with a dangerous, predatory look. She gently stroked the red mark on Selena’s cheek, almost tenderly.

"Such a brave little girl, trying to protect Mommy," Diana purred. "But insulting me? That’s a very bad idea." She glanced at me, her voice turning sweet and teasing. "Dexter, what should we do with this feisty little bitch? Should we punish her first... or make her watch while you stretch her mother’s sloppy cunt again?"

Linda whimpered behind her daughter, still lying on her back with her legs spread and panties visibly drenched. The humiliation was clearly getting to her — another fresh gush of wetness had darkened her panties even more.

Angela kept her tight grip on Selena’s hair, forcing her to stay in place. She looked back at me, eyes burning with arousal.

"Her daughter talks so big... but I bet once you shove your cock down her throat, she’ll sing a very different tune."

The armed women in the room remained completely silent, weapons held loosely at their sides, but the tension had skyrocketed to an almost unbearable level. The air inside the small house was thick with shame, fear, and a dark, twisted lust that made everyone’s breathing heavier.

I looked straight at Selena with a cold, cruel smile and spoke loud enough for both mother and daughter to clearly hear.

"Let’s call her husband here," I said slowly, savoring the words. "Let’s bring Vincent over and let him see what a pathetic, dripping slut his wife really is. We’ll make Linda spread her legs wide on this bed, pull her soaked panties to the side, and show him how eagerly her married cunt drips for another man’s cock. "

"Maybe we’ll even let him sit there and watch while I fuck her senseless right in front of him."

Linda let out a broken, horrified whimper behind her daughter. Her soaked panties visibly twitched again, another fresh gush of arousal leaking through the fabric as the humiliating threat sank in. Selena’s face went pale with rage and terror.

"You wouldn’t fucking dare..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling.

Before anyone could respond, Diana’s phone suddenly started ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket, glanced at the screen, and her expression instantly softened into a beautiful, genuine smile.

"It’s your mom," she said, showing me the screen. Her voice had a playful, slightly excited tone. "Perfect timing, don’t you think?"

We both stepped out of the room. Diana closed the door firmly behind us with a soft click, shutting away the heavy tension inside. The hallway felt much calmer in comparison.

Diana answered the call, putting it on speaker so I could listen.

"Hello~" she said sweetly, her voice warm and respectful. A soft blush crept across her cheeks as she listened to the other side. "Yes, it’s me... We’re just finishing up a few things. Mmm, yes, Dexter is right here with me."

She paused, biting her lower lip as she glanced at me with mischievous eyes.

"We should be there in about half an hour," Diana continued, her tone turning slightly playful. "Dinner sounds wonderful. You really didn’t have to cook so much... but I’m definitely not complaining. I’ve been thinking about your cooking all day."

Another pause. Diana’s blush deepened a little.

"Of course... We’ll drive safely. See you soon. Bye~"

She hung up the phone and slipped it back into her pocket, letting out a soft, contented sigh.

"She’s calling us back for dinner," Diana explained, stepping closer to me and sliding her arms around my waist. "Your mom sounded really happy and excited. She’s been preparing everything since we left. She even asked if I wanted any particular dessert."

Diana chuckled lightly and leaned up to kiss my jaw. "I told her I already had something sweet earlier... but I’m still looking forward to what she made."

I nodded. "Okay, then let’s go."

Before leaving, Diana turned to Grace, who had followed us out. Her expression became serious and commanding.

"Grace," Diana said firmly, "take good care of Angela. Treat her exactly as you would treat me. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs — make sure she’s safe and comfortable. Understand?"

Grace nodded immediately. "Yes, Boss. I’ll protect her like my own."

Diana continued, her voice low but clear. "Also, I want you to find out the current whereabouts of Linda’s husband, Vincent, and Selena’s husband, Ryan. Track them down quietly. I don’t want any action taken yet. Just locate them and report back to me with all the details. Can you handle that?"

Grace gave a crisp nod. "Understood, Boss. I’ll start immediately and keep you updated."