Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 785: Aunt Maya Wet Panties

I finally pulled my hand back, stopping the tickling. Maya immediately clenched her thighs even tighter together, the red slit of her dress shifting with every small, restless movement.

We walked a little farther under the flickering torchlight until she found a spot between the trees that she considered private enough. Once we stopped, she turned her head slightly, unable to meet my eyes, and muttered in a small, mortified voice,

"Turn around."

I shook my head, keeping the torch raised so the light still fell across her.

"No. Let me take a look. I also want to check where the snake bit you... and the ant bite. I need to make sure there’s no infection."

Maya’s face flared a deep, vivid red. Her thighs pressed together even harder.

"You... hmph. It’s fine. There’s no itching there anymore, and I feel fine. You don’t need to look."

I kept my tone serious, though the situation was already anything but.

"Just let me look. If there really is an infection, I’ll try to find some herbs on the island that might help. It’s better to be careful."

Maya narrowed her eyes at me, suspicion and embarrassment warring on her face.

"Really...? Or do you just want to see me embarrassed? Be honest."

I put on my most earnest expression.

"I’m being completely serious."

Maya’s gaze dropped almost against her will. I was still only wearing the grass skirt, and my cock had already hardened enough to peek straight out from beneath the leaves, the tip glistening faintly in the torchlight. The sight made her blush deepen until even her ears were scarlet.

"Hmph... Lying properly, I see."

I pretended to stammer, glancing away for a second as if flustered myself.

"I-I’m not lying. It’s just... a normal reaction. Aunt Maya is too beautiful. I can’t help it."

Maya scoffed under her breath, but the sound was shaky.

"Hmph. Keep lying..."

Even so, her need had become too urgent to argue further.

She reached under her dress with trembling fingers, hooked them into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down.

Instead of letting them fall to her ankles, she stepped out of them carefully and handed the small piece of fabric to me, clearly not wanting them to get dirty on the forest floor.

I took them. The moment they were in my hand, I noticed the distinct damp patch in the center — warm, slightly darker fabric that clung together.

Maya saw exactly where my eyes had gone. Through my Mind Reading ability, her panicked, mortified thoughts crashed into me in a raw flood.

Before she could snatch them back, I pinched the wet spot lightly between my fingers and brought the fabric a little closer to my face, inhaling the intimate scent.

"Hmm... why is it wet?" I asked, voice low and deliberately teasing. "Smells good..."

Maya’s entire face burned so hot it looked painful. She reached out and pinched my arm hard, her voice coming out in a flustered, broken hiss.

"Hnn... It’s because you kept tickling me, you pervert... You brat...! Give them back later... don’t keep sniffing them...!"

I kept the torch steady in my other hand while Maya, still glaring at me with watery, embarrassed eyes, finally accepted that she couldn’t hold it any longer.

She lifted the front of her red slit dress with both hands, bunching the fabric up around her waist. The cool night air touched her bare skin. She spread her feet a little wider, knees turning slightly inward from sheer humiliation, and then the sound began.

A hesitant, interrupted first, as if her body was still trying to hold back. Then the stream broke free properly.

The prolonged, unmistakably wet sound of her urine hitting the forest floor filled the quiet night. It was louder than she clearly wanted it to be — a steady, continuous hissing that seemed to go on forever in the silence of the trees.

Every second of it made her shoulders hunch higher. Small, muffled sounds kept escaping her throat no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet; half-swallowed moans of pure relief mixed with mortification, the kind of noise someone makes when the pressure finally releases after being held far too long.

"Nnnh... hnn... aah..."

She kept her face turned sharply away from me, but I could still see the way her lashes trembled and the way her teeth sank into her lower lip. Through Mind Reading, her thoughts were a chaotic, repeating spiral of shame.

The sight and the relentless of her long, heavy stream made my cock harden even further, lifting fully upright and pushing blatantly out from the grass skirt until the entire cock was exposed to the cool air.

My eyes stayed fixed on her. In the warm torchlight I could clearly see everything — the smooth, brownish lips of her pussy slightly parted by the force of the stream, the way the urine cascaded down in a glittering arc, the faint trembling of her inner thighs.

The earlier ant-bite rash was no longer visible, and even the snake-bite mark on her thigh had faded into a faint, almost invisible trace.

Maya’s muffled little moans continued to slip out between gritted teeth as the stream finally began to slow, each soft "nnnh... hah... nnnh..." sounding more embarrassed than the last. Her knees wobbled slightly.

She was still holding her dress up with both hands, completely exposed, while the last weaker spurts of urine against the already-wet ground between her feet. The entire time her internal voice kept repeating the same mortified refrain.

When the last drops finally left her, she remained frozen in that position for a second longer, dress still hiked up, thighs still slightly spread, as if she couldn’t yet bring herself to move and acknowledge what had just happened under my gaze.