Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 727: Maya Awaits in Vietnam

Jill looked down at my cock. It was finally beginning to soften, still wet and shiny from her mouth and the thick load she had just swallowed.

She leaned in one last time and dragged her tongue slowly along the length, cleaning the remaining mess with careful, deliberate strokes. The warm, soft heat of her tongue made me groan quietly.

"Hmm..."

She finished, pulled back, and slowly stood up. Her legs were unsteady; she limped slightly as she straightened, a clear blush still coloring her cheeks and spreading down her neck.

The torn maid dress hung loosely around her, doing little to hide the red handprints on her ass or the cum still slowly leaking down her inner thighs.

"Young Master... I am leaving..."

I nodded, still lying back, a matching blush on my own face as I kept the virgin act going until the end.

"Hmm... thank you..."

Jill paused for a brief moment at the edge of the bed, eyes flicking once more over the mess we had made, then turned and moved toward the door. She walked slowly, limping with every step, the soft sound of her bare feet fading down the hallway until she disappeared.

I chuckled softly to myself and finally closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up, took a long shower, dressed, and stepped out of my room.

Victoria was already seated at the dining table, dressed in a sharp black business suit that hugged her figure perfectly. Jill was serving her breakfast, still limping noticeably with every careful step.

Mom glanced at her over the rim of her coffee cup and asked casually,

"What happened to your legs?"

Jill kept her eyes lowered and answered in a calm, practiced tone.

"It’s nothing, Madam. Last night when I went to the washroom, I accidentally bumped into the furniture... I’m still not familiar with the surroundings yet."

Victoria gave a small, dismissive nod.

"Just be careful from now on."

Jill inclined her head respectfully, then noticed me entering and offered a polite greeting, her cheeks still faintly pink.

"Young Master... do you want your breakfast?"

Victoria answered for me without looking up from her plate.

"Yes, bring his breakfast. We have to leave soon... our flight won’t wait."

I sat down opposite my mother. Once Jill had disappeared back into the kitchen, Mom lowered her voice and continued the conversation she had clearly been waiting to finish.

"I’ve arranged a meeting with Maya in Vietnam... but—" she darted a quick, cautious glance toward the kitchen doorway to make sure Jill wasn’t within earshot, then leaned in slightly, "—will it really be safe... to crash the plane?"

I reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a steady, reassuring squeeze.

"Mom, don’t worry. You and your girlfriend will be completely unharmed. I’ll make sure of it. But the other crew... if all of them survived, they would only disturb our private time afterward."

Victoria’s fingers tightened around mine, her expression serious.

"Alright. I don’t care about any of that... but remember to save that Rachel. I heard Maya values her highly."

I noticed the slight change in her expression — the way her eyes narrowed just a fraction when she said Rachel’s name — and couldn’t help the slow smirk that spread across my face.

"Mom... you sound a little jealous of Rachel."

Victoria’s face immediately turned arrogant, a faint flush rising to her cheeks. She pulled her hand back and crossed her arms.

"Why should I be jealous? Hmph. You brat... you really think you can tease your mother like that?"

I leaned back in my chair, still smiling.

"I’m just saying... the way you emphasized her name, and the way you looked when you mentioned how much Maya values her... it sounded an awful lot like jealousy. Are you sure you’re not worried Maya might prefer Rachel over you?"

Victoria’s flush deepened. She shot me a sharp look.

"Don’t be ridiculous. Maya and I have our own arrangement. Rachel is just an employee she happens to keep close. There’s nothing for me to be jealous about."

I tilted my head, voice light and teasing.

"If there’s nothing to be jealous about, then why did you specifically tell me to ’save that Rachel’ with that serious face? You even lowered your voice like it was important. Admit it, Mom... you’re a little bothered."

She reached out as if to pinch my ear, eyes narrowed.

"You little—! I am not bothered. I’m simply being practical. Maya values her, so keeping her alive is useful. That’s all."

I caught her wrist gently before she could pull my ear, still grinning.

"Practical, huh? Then why is your face red right now? And why did your fingers tighten on my hand the moment you said her name? Mom... you’re really bad at hiding it."

Victoria clicked her tongue and yanked her hand free, looking away with an irritated huff.

"Hmph. You’ve gotten too bold lately. Teasing your own mother first thing in the morning... shameless brat."

I chuckled softly.

"I’m only teasing because it’s fun watching you get flustered. Besides, if you’re really not jealous, then you won’t mind if I pay a little extra attention to Rachel once we meet her, right?"

Her head snapped back toward me, eyes sharp.

"You will do no such thing. Focus on the plan. And stop talking nonsense."

Before I could reply with another teasing remark, the kitchen door opened, and Jill returned carrying my breakfast plate. Victoria immediately dropped her hand back to the table and smoothed her expression into perfect composure, as if the entire conversation had never happened.

I just smiled to myself and accepted the plate from Jill, already looking forward to the rest of the day.

I took my time eating, deliberately slow, still replaying the way Victoria’s face had flushed when I teased her about Maya. Every now and then I glanced across the table at her with a faint, knowing smirk.

It wasn’t until I was nearly finished that Mom decided she’d had enough.

A sharp little tap landed on my foot under the table — the pointed heel of her shoe pressing firmly against mine in clear warning.

When I looked up, she was glaring at me, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The expression was meant to be intimidating, but the faint pink still lingering on her cheeks only made it look cute.

I kept my face perfectly innocent and continued eating as if nothing had happened, though the corner of my mouth twitched with the effort of holding back another smile.