Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 232

Chapter 232: The Get-Together Invitation
I buried myself deep inside Emily’s asshole, my cock throbbing as I unleashed my cum into her tight, clenching heat. She gasped, her body jerking as the first thick spurts hit deep, her breath hitching into ragged, desperate moans. “Ah—! Fuck—!” she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the edge of the tub, her asshole fluttering around me as if trying to milk every last drop.

With a slow, deliberate pull, I slid my cock out, watching as her asshole gaped wide, the depths exposed and glistening with my cum.

It was obscene—raw and intimate—her swollen ring twitching as if still hungry for more.

Emily panted heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her cheeks burning with shame and something far more primal.

A broken whimper escaped her lips as she felt my cum begin to drip from her stretched hole, thick and warm, sliding down to pool onto her trembling hands. “N-No…” she breathed, her voice trembling, but her eyes remained locked on the sight, unable to look away.

“Don’t look…” Emily whispered, her voice cracking with shame, but her body betrayed her. A soft, needy moan escaped her lips as another thick drop of cum spilled onto her fingers. Her thighs pressed together, as if she could somehow contain the overwhelming sensation—her flushed skin, the way her asshole still twitched, the cum dripping from her like a claim. The sight of her—trembling, marked, and utterly undone—was intoxicating.

I chuckled, low and knowing, but she shoved me away, her voice panicked. “I need to get out… It’s getting late.” She turned on the shower, hastily scrubbing herself clean, her movements frantic.

She pulled on her bra and panties, but I caught the way her breath hitched as a fresh trickle of cum escaped her asshole, staining the fabric. “It’s still coming out…” she muttered, her cheeks burning as she glanced down at the growing wet spot.

She must have felt my gaze on her, because her head snapped up, eyes wide with fear—like she knew if she didn’t run, I’d take her again right there. Without another word, she bolted from the bathroom, her bare feet slapping against the tiles.

I chuckled again, shaking my head as I washed myself, taking my time. By the time I stepped out, Emily had already laid out my clothes. I dressed slowly, savoring the lingering tension, before walking out of the room.

Jennifer sat at the polished dining table, her fingers delicately turning the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on her perfectly styled hair and the subtle gold jewelry adorning her wrists.

She exuded an air of effortless elegance, her posture relaxed yet poised, as if she were posing for a portrait rather than simply waiting for breakfast.

Emily, meanwhile, lingered in the kitchen, her back to us, shoulders stiff with tension. The clinking of utensils and the occasional hiss of the stove filled the silence, but it did little to mask the underlying unease.

I pulled out a chair and settled beside Jennifer, the wooden legs scraping softly against the tiled floor. A smirk played at the corners of my lips, the kind that hinted at shared secrets and unspoken desires.

Jennifer’s gaze flicked toward me, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. There was something in her eyes—amusement, perhaps, or the lingering heat of last night’s transgressions.

Leaning in slightly, I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial murmur. “Mother-in-law… Father-in-law… he didn’t notice anything, did he?”

Jennifer’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. She set the magazine down, her fingers tracing the edge of the page as if savoring the moment. “Are you afraid?” she asked, her voice a velvety purr.

I nodded, watching her reaction closely. The tension between us was electric, a silent understanding that we were both playing a dangerous game.

She let out a soft, melodic laugh, shaking her head as if indulging a child’s silly fear. “Don’t worry,” she assured me, her voice smooth and confident. “He didn’t notice a thing. And he left for work early this morning—before either of you was even awake.”

Emily came over with scrambled eggs and coffee, one for me and one for herself. Jennifer had already eaten breakfast.

Jennifer suddenly said, “Emily… don’t forget today is a get-together event. After breakfast, we should get there. We need to know more people here, since we’ll be living here from now on.”

Emily nodded, her voice quiet. “Yeah… I remember.”

Jennifer turned her gaze to me, her expression smooth but her eyes sharp with intention. “And Mike, you should also come along,” she said, her voice carrying that effortless authority. “It’s better than lying around here all day.”

I nodded, the weight of her words settling over me. There was no refusing her—not when she spoke like that, not when the unspoken rules of this house were already so clear.

After breakfast, we all retreated to our rooms to get ready. When we reconvened in the living room, the transformation was striking. Jennifer stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of her elegant purple pencil dress.

The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every line of her body, the color rich and regal against her flawless skin.

She turned slightly, checking her reflection with a critical eye, before smoothing her hair back into place. She looked every inch the sophisticated matriarch, the kind of woman who commanded respect—and desire—without even trying.

Emily emerged a moment later, and my breath caught for just a second. The blue dress Jennifer had chosen for her hugged her body in all the right places, the fabric draping over her hips before flaring slightly at the knees.

It was modest, yet undeniably sexy—the way it accentuated her waist, the way the neckline dipped just enough to tease. Her hair was pulled back into a soft updo, a few loose strands framing her face, and her cheeks were still tinged with that telltale flush.

She avoided my gaze, but I could see the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress, the way her breath hitched when she felt my eyes on her.