Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Jennifer’s Sneaky Teasing
My cock twitched, hardening painfully against my pants, my mind racing. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Hurry up,” Jennifer murmured, her voice a low, poisoned purr, “before she comes back.”

I swallowed, reaching for the spoon, my fingers brushing against her ankle—deliberate, testing. Jennifer shivered, her legs parting even further, her breath hitching.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her foot pressing harder against my cock, rubbing slow circles that made my vision blur.

And then—

“Mike, here’s some water.”

Emily’s voice.

I jolted, snatching the spoon and shoving it into Jennifer’s hand before emerging from under the table, my face flushed, my cock throbbing.

Emily handed me the glass, her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me. “You look flustered.”

I took the water, downing it in one gulp, the cool liquid doing nothing to quell the fire burning inside me.

And then I glanced at Jennifer.

Jennifer was smiling evilly, biting her lip as she twirled the spoon between her fingers. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, promising more torment, more games, more punishment.

“Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “for helping me pick that up.”

Emily frowned, her gaze flicking between Jennifer and me, sensing the thick, unspoken tension humming in the air. She could feel it—the electric charge, the something unsaid—but she didn’t understand it. Not yet.

She sat down next to me, her thigh pressing against mine, warm and familiar. “Mike,” she said, her voice soft, distracting me from the storm still raging in Jennifer’s eyes, “today’s your day off, right?”

I nodded, clearing my throat, forcing my attention away from Jennifer’s smug, knowing smirk. “Yeah.”

Emily’s face lit up, her smile genuine, unburdened by the games her mother played. “Great!” She leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear, “Today, let’s just watch a movie together.” Her fingers traced idle patterns on my knee, innocent but loaded with intent. “We haven’t watched any since we got here… What do you say?”

I smirked, my hand finding hers, squeezing gently. “Whatever you say, princess.”

Her smile widened, victorious, unaware of the battle brewing right beside her.

After breakfast, Emily busied herself with setting up the TV, kneeling in front of the old DVD player with a stack of movies balanced in her hand. This world lacked internet, but the collection of discs was surprisingly extensive—romance, action, and a few thrillers.

She picked one at random, sliding it into the player before glancing back at me. “Hope you like this one,” she teased, winking.

Jennifer walked in just as the opening credits began to roll, her heels clicking against the wooden floor like a ticking time bomb. She paused in the doorway, her eyes sweeping over the scene—Emily sprawled on the floor mattress, lying on her stomach, her legs bare, her towel now replaced by shorts that rode up just enough to tease. I, leaning back on the couch, the space beside me empty, inviting, dangerous.

And then—

With deliberate, slow movements, she sat down on the couch.

Right next to me.

Emily’s hands froze on the remote, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at her mother. What are you doing here? Her expression screamed, but she didn’t say it out loud. Instead, she rolled her eyes and hit play, pretending indifference.

Jennifer smoothed her skirt over her thighs, feigning innocence. “What?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet, her eyes gleaming with challenge. “Can’t I watch a movie?”

Emily scoffed, muting the TV just long enough to shoot her mother a glare. “You never watch movies with us.”

Jennifer shrugged, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Well, I feel like it today.” She shifted, her thigh pressing against mine, just once, just enough to send a jolt through me. “Besides…” she purred, “it’s been a while since we all spent time together… as a family.”

Emily’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t bite. Not yet. She unmuted the TV, turning her attention back to the screen, but her body was tense, her fingers clenching the remote like a lifeline.

Jennifer leaned back, stretching lazily, her arm brushing mine. “Hmm…” she murmured, “I feel a bit cold here…” She stood up, swaying her hips just enough to draw attention, and walked to the hall closet. “Let me get my blanket.”

She returned a moment later, a soft, oversized throw draped over her arm. With slow, deliberate movements, she spread it over her lap—and mine.

Emily’s eyes flicked to the blanket, then back to the screen, her lips pressing into a thin line. Thinking her mother might be trying to ease the relationship between her husband. She didn’t say anything, but her body radiated tension, her shoulders stiff, her fingers drumming against her knee.

Jennifer smiled, settling back against the couch, her hand resting just a little too close to my thigh. The movie played, but no one was really watching it. Emily stared ahead, her expression unreadable, while Jennifer kept up a running commentary—criticizing the acting, the plot, anything to fill the silence with her voice, her presence, her control.

And then—

Under the cover of the blanket, I felt it.

Jennifer’s hand, sliding down, her fingers brushing against my zipper. My breath caught, but I didn’t move, didn’t react, my eyes locked on the screen, my body tense.

“This scene is so predictable,” Jennifer sighed, her voice loud enough for Emily to hear, but her fingers never stopped moving. The zipper gave way, slow, quiet, and then—

Her hand wrapped around my cock, pulling it out, free from the confines of my pants. I stiffened, my cock already hard, throbbing under her touch, her fingers stroking slowly, possessively, hidden beneath the blanket.

“Mom,” Emily muttered, finally glancing over, “can you just watch the movie?”

Jennifer smirked, her hand tightening around me, stroking just enough to make my vision blur. “I am watching,” she purred, her voice dripping with innocence, “I’m just… multitasking.”

Jennifer’s fingers tightened around the base of my cock, her grip firm, possessive, pulling me all the way out until I felt the cool air hit the sensitive skin.

Sharp, involuntary gasps tore from my throat, my hips jerking forward instantly, betraying just how much her touch affected me. My cock twitched in her hand, already throbbing, already aching for more—more pressure, more pain, more control.

“Shhh,” she hissed, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a venomous whisper. “You don’t want her to hear you, do you?” Her thumb circled the head, spreading the precum glistening there, smearing it over the sensitive tip in slow, deliberate circles.

“Or maybe you do…” she murmured, her tone darkening, “Maybe you want her to know just how good I make you feel.”

I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste blood, forcing back the groan threatening to spill out. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing—playing with fire, pushing me to the edge, daring me to break.

Her fingers slid down, cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur, her other hand still stroking the length of my cock with slow, maddening precision. “Look at me,” she commanded, her voice low, dangerous, “and tell me who owns this.”

I dragged my gaze to hers, my breath coming fast, shallow. Her eyes burned into mine, dark and hungry, demanding submission, demanding truth.

“You do,” I managed, my voice rough, broken.