Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 275: Mommy’s Boy is Mommy’s Girl Now

However, the realization came too late.

Her bra was a scandalous garment—black lace so transparent it failed to conceal the dark, swollen areolas of her nipples, the material clinging to the bountiful, heavy curve of her breasts like a second skin.

They were truly magnificent—retaining their firmness despite her years, their sheer weight causing them to overflow the cups, while her nipples had already stiffened into tight, aching points due to the chilly air and the shame of her exposure.

The lace bit into her soft skin, revealing a deep and tempting cleavage where pale flesh bore the faint marks of stretch marks—evidence of a life lived and a body that had given birth yet refused to yield to time.

Then, there was the sight of her ass.

The panties were practically non-existent—merely a tiny fragment of black lace, a fabric so thin it served as nothing more than a suggestion. Her buttocks were full and rounded, with the lace sliding up between the cheeks, allowing the silhouette of her slit to be seen through the sheer cloth.

A thick patch of dark pubic hair curled above the waistband, wild and untamed, peeking out from under the lace like a dense thicket. Her scent—musky, warm, and carrying the undeniable fragrance of a woman who was aroused against her will—saturated the air, heavy and intoxicating.

Angela’s laughter echoed through the room, sharp and derisive, as her eyes scanned Nathalie’s frame with blatant, lecherous desire. "Oh, Nathalie," she mocked, her voice thick with amusement as she closed the distance, her fingers tracing the bra's edge with a touch that was both deliberate and heartless.

"Look at you. Still attempting to act like a modest mother when every fucking inch of you is on display." Her hand dipped lower, grazing the damp lace of Nathalie’s panties and causing her to flinch. "These tits? Still so firm. Still so full. I bet they bounce when you ride a cock, don’t they?"

Nathalie’s breathing became sharp, embarrassed gasps, her frame trembling from a combination of humiliation and rage. "Stop it!" she hissed, her voice shaking as she tried to use her trembling arms to shield herself. "Just stop—!"

Angela’s laughter only intensified as she suddenly grabbed the lace of Nathalie’s bra and yanked it down, baring one heavy breast with a nipple that was already hard and demanding attention. "Or what?" Angela challenged, her tone dripping with sadistic pleasure. "What will you do, Nathalie? Fight back? You already tried that."

She leaned in close, her hot breath hitting Nathalie’s ear. "You lost. And now? Now you’re just a whore with a body built for fucking." Her fingers moved downward, sliding under the waistband of Nathalie’s panties, a touch that made Nathalie’s breath hitch.

"And this ass?" Angela’s other hand suddenly slapped the exposed cheek, the sound echoing sharply in the room. "Still so tight. Still so fuckable. I bet Dexter’s cock would slide right in, wouldn’t it?"

Nathalie’s face glowed with shame, her breathing coming in ragged, humiliated gulps. "Don’t you dare—!" she snarled, her voice raw with a sense of defiance, yet her body betrayed her as her thighs pressed together as if to hide the moisture between them.

I leaned forward, my eyes roaming over Nathalie’s exposed body, my voice a low, smooth growl. "Oh, but we will, Nathalie," I whispered, my eyes dark with craving as I noted every detail—the way her breasts heaved with each breath and the way her buttocks clenched at Angela’s touch.

"We’ll take everything." My hand suddenly caught her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. "And you’ll beg for it."

Angela’s laughter was a dark, smooth purr as she moved behind Nathalie, her hands gliding over Nathalie’s hips and her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her backside. "Look at this body, Dexter," she purred, her voice heavy with lust.

"Those tits? Perfect for sucking. That ass? Perfect for fucking." Her fingers suddenly darted beneath the lace of Nathalie’s panties, causing Nathalie to gasp. "And this pussy?" Angela’s voice sank to a whisper as her fingers pressed against Nathalie’s wet slit. "Already wet. Already ready."

Nathalie’s breath caught, her body shaking as Angela’s fingers tormented her, her voice a fractured whisper. "No... please..."

Angela’s laughter moved through the room like a snake, cold and mocking, her fingers already buried between Nathalie’s thighs. The lace of the panties did nothing to conceal how Nathalie’s body lurched at the violation.

"Oh, but yes," Angela purred, her voice a dark caress as her fingers pushed deeper, her touch both intrusive and possessive.

"You belong to us now, Nathalie. And we’re going to use you." Her thumb circled Nathalie’s clit through the wet fabric, her voice falling to a velvet whisper. "Until you beg for more."

Tyler’s voice suddenly cut through the air like shattering glass, a raw, guttural scream erupting from his throat. "Mother—!" His body shook violently on the bed, his features twisted in pain and his hands clawing at the sheets—before his limbs went limp and his head fell to the side as he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Angela gave a low, amused laugh, her fingers withdrawing from Nathalie’s panties as she turned toward the bed, her voice filled with cruel pride. "You don’t have to worry about your son anymore, Nathalie." She smirked, her eyes shining with sadistic joy. "He’s become your daughter now."

Nathalie’s breath hitched, her body going rigid as she snapped her head toward Angela, her voice shaking with shock. "