Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 281: A Son’s Baptism In Mother’s Piss

"Just look at yourself," I whispered, my tone a low purr against her ear. I squeezed her nipples with increasing pressure while my cock rubbed against her clit with agonizing slowness. "Still so soaked for me. Still so desperate." My lips grazed her neck as I continued to tease her darkly. "Even now. Even in this place."

Nathalie’s frame convulsed, her breathing coming in jagged bursts as humiliation and ecstasy clashed within her. "I-I’m sorry—!" she wailed, her voice shaking. Her fingers gripped my arms as if she possessed the strength to halt me. But she was powerless. She belonged to me, and I was far from finished with her.

My cock pulsed against her skin while my hands took possessive hold of her breasts, suspending her above her son. I growled darkly into her ear, "

As well you should be." I ground my cock harder against her clit, my fingers wringing her nipples as my lips brushed her flesh. "But your regret isn't enough to make you stop, is it?"

Nathalie’s breath caught and her limbs trembled as I lowered her onto the hospital bed. The cramped space forced her into a submissive, docile posture—on all fours, her backside offered up to me like a sacrifice. She offered no resistance and didn't cry out. She simply remained there, her body quivering and her breath hitching in ragged gasps.

The bed groaned under Nathalie’s weight as I pressed her down into that perfect, obedient doggy-style position. Her ass was right before me—flushed and shaking—as my hands spread her cheeks wide to expose every sordid detail of her tight, puckered asshole.

It was glistening—not merely with perspiration, but with the subtle sheen of her own lust, filling the air with her musky, primal scent.

The surrounding skin was slightly moist, the folds barely parted to reveal the dark, forbidden entrance that twitched against the air. I watched it pulse, starving for attention, as a faint, unwashed, and raw scent lingered about her.

"Mmm, observe this," I growled, my hot breath hitting her skin as I leaned down to inhale her deeply. "So fucking filthy." My thumb pushed against her asshole, feeling the resistance before the heat radiating from it gave way. "You didn't bother to wash here, did you, Nathalie?"

Angela moved closer, her fingers hooking under Nathalie’s chin to force their eyes to meet. "Did you, slut?" Angela mocked, her voice thick with fake sympathy. "Or did you prefer him to find you in this state? All dirty and used?"

Nathalie’s breath hitched, her face flushing with intense shame. "I—I—" she faltered, her voice and body shaking as my thumb applied more pressure, teasing the rim of her entrance.

"No response?" Angela smirked, her grip tightening in Nathalie’s hair. "That’s exactly what I suspected." She leaned closer, her lips grazing Nathalie’s ear in a dark whisper. "You enjoy being foul for him, don’t you? You love knowing he’s going to taste you like this—unwashed, grimy, and completely his."

Nathalie’s body shuddered as her asshole clamped around my thumb, her breathing coming in uneven gasps. "N-No..." she moaned, though her voice held no conviction. Her back arched toward me, her asshole practically begging for more.

"Liar," I growled, dragging my tongue over her asshole to taste the tang of sweat and the musky essence of her skin. "You adore it." I pushed my tongue inside, circling the tight ring and feeling it squeeze around me.

Nathalie’s nails dug into the bedsheets, her body jolting as I licked her again, driving my tongue deeper. "N-Nnngh—!" she whimpered, her voice cracking. Her asshole pulsed rhythmically around my tongue while her pussy leaked onto the bed beneath her.

"Look at her," Angela purred, her fingers tracing Nathalie’s burning cheek. "She’s dripping for you. Her asshole is gripping your tongue as if it’s pleading for more." She leaned in, her lips touching Nathalie’s ear. "And you know she skipped washing on purpose, don’t you? You know she’s been saving this filth just for you."

I let out a dark chuckle, my tongue fucking Nathalie’s asshole with slow, rhythmic strokes. "Oh, I’m aware," I growled, the vibration of my voice reaching her skin. "She is mine. And I love how dirty she stays for me."

Nathalie’s breath came in frantic gasps, her frame shaking as I continued the licking, my tongue swirling inside her while my fingers locked onto her hips to hold her still. "Such a good girl," I murmured against her skin, a dark promise in my tone. "Accepting my tongue in her filthy little asshole like the slut she is."

Angela’s grip on Nathalie’s hair tightened as she whispered darkly, "And you love it, don’t you?"

Nathalie’s body convulsed violently, her asshole clamping onto my tongue like a vice, her pussy soaking the sterile white linens. "Y-Yes..." she sobbed, her voice breaking under the weight of shame and lust. She arched her back against me, fingers clawing the sheets. Her scent—musky, sweet, and foul—saturated the air, her arousal so potent I could taste it.

"Good girl," I growled, a dark promise in my voice as I withdrew my tongue with a wet pop, leaving her entrance glistening and slightly agape. "Now let’s see how much of me you can take."

Before she could process it, I lined up the thick, pulsing head of my cock against her tight, virgin asshole. Nathalie’s breath hitched and her body went rigid from the pressure, her eyes wide with shock. "W-Wait—! Kraven, I—I can’t—!" she gasped, but it was far too late.

With a slow, unyielding shove, I buried the head of my cock inside her. The burning sensation of her asshole clutching me tightly sent a wave of pleasure through my body, my pre-cum leaking in slick, thick beads to coat her entrance. Nathalie bit her lip until it bled, her fingers tearing at the sheets to stifle her scream as her body trembled from the stretch.

"F-Fuck—! It’s—! Aaaah—!" she cried out, her voice shattering. Her asshole squeezed around me in a desperate, failing attempt to push me out.

But Angela wasn't finished.

With a powerful grip, she shoved Nathalie’s body backward, forcing her to take the full length at once. Nathalie’s asshole swallowed my cock in a single brutal, relentless motion. Her scream pierced the room as I bottomed out deep inside her. "AAAAH—! NO—! IT’S TOO—! FUCK—!" she shrieked, her body twitching, her asshole searing around my shaft as her pussy gushed with fluid.

I gave her no time to recover.

With a dark laugh, I hoisted her entirely off the bed. She hung in the air, impaled on my cock, her asshole stretched obscenely around me. The sheer pressure and fullness were overwhelming. Nathalie’s body went into convulsions, her muscles seizing as the tidal wave of sensation crashed over her.

And then—

A hot, humiliating spray of piss erupted from her, her bladder giving way as the mixture of agony and ecstasy became unbearable. "N-NO—! I’M—! I CAN’T—! AAAAH—!" she sobbed, her face crimson with shame as the piss splattered onto the bed below.

Angela reacted instantly.

Her fingers found Nathalie’s clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as she purred, "Let me assist you, sweetheart." Her other hand caught Nathalie’s thigh, forcing her legs wider to ensure every bit of her shameful release landed where it would inflict the most damage.

Directly onto Tyler’s face.

The initial splatter hit his cheek, warm and degrading. His eyes snapped open, a look of confusion and horror taking hold as Nathalie’s piss soaked him. "W-What the—? M-Mom—?!" he gasped, coughing as the golden stream continued to drench his face, his body jerking as he struggled to sit up.