Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 251: Breakast With Mother & Daughter 2
The dining table was set for breakfast—pancakes, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee filled the air with a deceptively innocent warmth.
Emily sat beside me, her leg occasionally brushing mine as she chatted about her plans for the day, completely unaware of the filthy game unfolding right in front of her.
Jennifer sat opposite me, her legs crossed, her yoga pants clinging to the curves of her thighs. The memory of her wrecked asshole, still dripping with my cum, sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock.
I shifted in my seat, my eyes locked on Jennifer’s pussy, barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of her pants. The heat radiating from her was palpable, her thighs pressed together as if she could hide the ache I knew was throbbing inside her.
I grinned, my foot sliding under the table, my toes brushing against her calf. Jennifer’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. Her eyes darted to mine, wide with warning—and need.
"So, Emily," I said, my voice casual, my gaze never leaving Jennifer’s, "what are you up to today?"
Emily launched into a story about how she will spend her day. Meanwhile, my foot crept higher, my toes tracing the inside of Jennifer’s thigh. She squirmed, her legs parting just enough to invite me closer. The scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, intoxicating—drifted toward me, making my cock stiffen in my pants.
"You’re awfully quiet this morning, Mother-in-Law," I murmured, my toes pressing against the fabric of her pants, right over her pussy. Jennifer’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping before she bit down on her lower lip, her eyes fluttering for just a second.
"M-Morning," she stammered, her voice shaky. "Just... tired."
Emily glanced at her, her brow furrowing. "You do look kinda flushed, Mom. You feeling okay?"
Jennifer nodded, but her body betrayed her as my toes rubbed against her clit, slow, deliberate circles that made her thighs tremble. "I’m fine," she managed, her voice strained. A small, needy whimper slipped out, and she cleared her throat, trying to cover it up.
I leaned forward, my elbows on the table, my gaze dark and hungry. "You sure?" I taunted, my voice low, just for her. "You seem... restless."
Jennifer’s breath came faster, her chest rising and falling as my toes pressed harder, grinding against her pussy through the soaked fabric of her panties. I could feel the heat, the wetness, her arousal seeping through, drenching her.
"M-Mike— stop—" she hissed, her eyes darting to Emily, who was luckily distracted by her phone. I noticed she was playing some offline game on it.
"Stop what?" I grinned, my toes hooking under the waistband of her pants and pulling them just enough to expose the lace of her panties—soaked, clinging to her pussy lips. Jennifer’s body jerked, her fingers digging into the tablecloth as she tried to stifle a moan.
"You’re such a tease," I growled, my voice barely audible over Emily’s chatter. My toes slid under the lace, pushing it aside, bare skin finally meeting my touch.
Jennifer’s pussy was swollen, dripping, her clit throbbing under my toes. She bit her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood, her body shaking as I rubbed her, slow and relentless.
"Fuck— Mike—" she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading with me to stop—and never stop.
Emily glanced up from her phone, her eyes narrowing. "Mom, are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re in pain."
Jennifer forced a laugh, but it came out shaky, desperate. "I... I’m just... a little lightheaded, that’s all."
I chuckled darkly, my toes sliding lower, parting her pussy lips, teasing her entrance. Jennifer’s body convulsed, a broken whine escaping her lips before she clamped her mouth shut. Her pussy was so fucking wet, her juices coating my toes, dripping down her thighs.
"You love this," I murmured, my voice rough, my eyes burning into hers. "Love being finger-fucked under the table while our girl sits right beside us."
Jennifer’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips twitching, trying to ride my toes, to get the friction she craved. "P-Please— not here—" she begged, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes flicking to Emily, who was finally engrossed in her phone again.
"Here," I growled, my toes pushing just the tip inside her pussy, feeling the tight, wet heat clench around me. Jennifer’s body arched, a choked moan tearing from her throat as she tried to stifle it. Her pussy pulsed, milking my toes, her juices soaking through her panties, dripping onto the chair.
"Oh my god— Mike—" she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the table, her knuckles white. "I—I can’t— she’ll see—"
"She won’t," I promised, my voice dark, confident. "But if she does..." I grinned, my toes sliding deeper, fucking her slowly, deliberately, "then she’ll know exactly what a filthy slut her mom is."
Jennifer’s eyes widened, her body tensing as pleasure and fear warred inside her. "N-No— please—" she begged, but her pussy betrayed her, clenching around my toes, her hips rocking subtly, trying to take more.
"That’s it," I growled, my voice rough, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. "Ride my toes, Jennifer. Fuck yourself on them like the desperate whore you are."
Jennifer let out a broken sob, her body shaking as she obeyed, her hips moving in small, needy circles, grinding her pussy against my toes. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her eyes locked on mine, pleading, begging, drowning in lust.
"M-Mike— I’m— I’m gonna— " she whispered, her voice trembling, her body coiling tight, on the edge.
"Do it," I commanded, my voice a dark growl. "Come for me, Jennifer. Right fucking now."
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing around my toes, her juices gushing out, soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs. She bit down on her fist, stifling her moans, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Emily glanced up just as Jennifer’s body finally still, her chest heaving, her face flushed. "Mom, you really don’t look good," Emily said, her voice filled with concern. "Maybe you should go lie down."
Jennifer nodded, her voice shaky. "Y-Yes... I—I think I will." She stood on unsteady legs, her thighs trembling, her panties completely ruined, dripping with her arousal. She avoided my gaze, her cheeks burning with shame—and need.
As she walked out of the room, I watched the sway of her hips, the way her ass flexed with every step, the wet spot darkening the fabric of her pants. Fuck. I wanted to follow her. Bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her raw, make her scream my name while Emily was none the wiser.
Emily turned to me, her eyes narrowing. "She really doesn’t look well, Mike. You should check on her later."
I smirked, adjusting my cock in my pants, still hard as fuck. "Oh, I will," I promised, my voice dark, filled with filthy intentions.