Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Mother-In-Law’s Revenge Plan
Jennifer’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, her nails pressing just hard enough to leave faint red marks through the fabric of my pants. Her voice dropped to a whisper, so low I had to lean in to hear her—like a serpent hissing secrets in the dark.

“Here’s what you’re going to do, my good little slave,” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. “Tonight, after dinner, you’ll tell Emily you want to play a game. Something fun. Something intimate.” Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Tell her you want to blindfold her, that you want to tease her. Make her beg for it.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse spiking. “And if she says no?”

Jennifer’s grip on my thigh tightened, her nails digging in. “Oh, she won’t.” Her voice was ice, sharp and unyielding. “Not after you tell her it’s for her own good. That you want to make sure she’s really ready for a baby. That you want to make it special.” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “And if she hesitates? Remind her how much she loves surprises. How much she trusts you.”

A shiver ran down my spine. She was right. Emily did trust me. And Jennifer knew exactly how to exploit that.

“Once she’s blindfolded,” Jennifer continued, her voice dropping even lower, “you tie her hands. Not too tight—just enough so she can’t reach up and pull the blindfold off. You’ll tell her it’s part of the game. That you don’t want her to peek.” Her fingers slid higher, dangerously close to my cock. “And then, my sweet, obedient slave… you’ll call for me.”

My breath hitched. “You’ll—”

“I’ll come in,” she interrupted, her voice a dark purr. “And I’ll take your place. She’ll never know it’s me. Not at first.” Her smile turned predatory.

“You’ll stay in the room, of course. Watching. Learning. And when she’s good and confused, when she’s so lost in the pleasure she doesn’t know who’s touching her…” Jennifer’s grip tightened, her nails biting into my skin. “That’s when you’ll step in again. And you’ll both make sure she gets what she wants.”

I exhaled sharply, my mind racing. “And if she figures it out?”

Jennifer laughed, a low, mocking sound. “Oh, she won’t.” Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp. “Because by the time she realizes what’s happening, she’ll be too far gone to care. And if she does…” Her voice turned venomous. “Then you’ll remind her who’s in charge. Who owns her? Who owns you?”

“But Mother-in-law,” I managed, my voice rough, unsteady, “what about Father-in-law? He’ll notice if you—”

Jennifer’s laugh cut me off, low and mocking, like the sound of a door creaking shut on a tomb. “Oh, sweet slave,” she cooed, her fingers trailing down my throat, resting on the pulse point where my heart hammered like a trapped bird.

“Do you think Oliver even notices anything anymore?” Her smile sharpened, turning almost predatory. “He takes his sleeping pills like clockwork—two, sometimes three a night. Just to get some sleep…”

Jennifer’s gaze locked onto mine. “So don’t worry about him.” Her voice dropped, laced with sarcasm. “And you’re only thinking about this now? Didn’t you spare a thought for your father-in-law when you spent all night bullying his wife?”

Emily came back then, a bowl of popcorn clutched in her hands, her face lit up with excitement, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air, to the way Jennifer’s fingers still dug into my shoulder, to the way my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. “Okay, who’s ready for snacks?” she asked, her voice bright, cheerful, a stark contrast to the darkness swirling between Jennifer and me.

We ate. We finished the movie. Together.

And all the while, Jennifer sat there, smug, victorious, her smile never wavering, her eyes never leaving me. Like she owned me, like she knew she did. Like she was savoring the way I squirmed, the way my mind raced, the way my body betrayed me with every glance, every touch, every fucking breath.

She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the lace of her panties. “You look tense, Mike,” she murmured, her voice low, only for me, “Almost like you’re guilty of something.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when Emily was right there, laughing at some joke in the movie, her hand resting on my thigh, trusting, unaware. Not when Jennifer’s eyes burned into me, dark and knowing, promising more torment, more games, more fucking chaos.

Soon, it was evening. Oliver came home, his steps heavy, his voice gruff as he greeted us. “Hey, everyone,” he called, dropping his briefcase by the door, rubbing his temples like he was trying to ward off a headache. “Smells good.”

We sat down for dinner, the four of us around the table, laughing, talking, pretending everything was normal. Everything was fine.

But every time I glanced at Jennifer, her eyes met mine, dark and knowing, promising more torment, more games, more fucking chaos. Like she was dangling me over a cliff, waiting to see if I’d jump or if she’d have to push.

Oliver chuckled at something Emily said, his laugh deep, genuine, oblivious to the storm raging beneath the surface. “You two are always so funny,” he said, shaking his head, “I don’t know where Emily gets it from.”

Jennifer’s smile never wavered. “Must skip a generation,” she quipped, her voice light, playful, but her eyes never left mine as if she was daring me to call her out. Daring me to break the illusion.

I shifted in my seat, my appetite gone, my stomach twisting with every bite I forced down. Fuck. She wasn’t just playing games anymore. She was rewriting the rules, bending reality to her will, and I was trapped in the middle, drowning in her madness, her lust, her fucking control.

As I stood to leave with Emily, Jennifer leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a poisoned whisper.

“Don’t forget about the plan,” she murmured, her breath hot, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of my ear, just for a second, just enough to make me shudder. “Tonight, Mike. You and me, and Emily. Just like we talked about.”