Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 325: Emily’s Sleepover Surprise

The scent of arousal saturated the room, and the air grew heavy with the sound of Jennifer’s shallow, breathy whimpers. One of my fingers teased her, sliding deep inside her while my other hand came down with a sharp slap against her clit. "It is time to discipline this naughty pussy," I growled. My voice was thick with command, carrying a dark and possessive undertone.

Jennifer let out a sharp gasp, her spine arching into my palm as her hips rose from the mattress as if pleading for more. "Aaaah..." she cried out softly, her voice shaking with a blend of intense pleasure and desperation. "Dexter, please..."

I flipped her over before she could finish her sentence, pinning her against the bed with a heavy hand pressed into her back. As soon as my weight covered her, a soft, frantic cry escaped her lips. "Aaaah... slow down..." she moaned. Her body trembled, and her fingernails dug into the bedsheets.

Suddenly, the sound of a knock resonated through the room.

"Mother, are you still awake?" Emily’s voice drifted in from the other side of the door. She sounded hesitant yet determined to get an answer.

Panic filled Jennifer’s wide eyes, and her entire frame went rigid beneath me. "Hmm... Emily is right there," she panted, her voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "What are we supposed to do?"

I reacted instantly. "I have a plan," I whispered. Quickly pulling away, I gathered our discarded clothes and shoved them into the cupboard. I yanked the blanket over us just as the door began to creak open, reaching out to switch off the light and plunge the room into darkness.

Jennifer forced her voice to remain steady, even though her breathing was still erratic. "Emily, what is the matter?" she asked. She sounded calm, despite the way her limbs were shaking under the covers.

The door cracked open further, and Emily’s silhouette was framed by the faint light from the corridor. "Mom, can I sleep in here... with you?" she asked. Her voice was small and filled with uncertainty, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion.

I pressed my chest closer to Jennifer’s back, my hand snaking under the blanket to find her heat once more. A muffled gasp escaped Jennifer, but she managed to keep her tone level. "Yeah... why not?" she replied. Her breath hitched as I slid inside her again, my thrusts slow and calculated.

Emily shut the door and climbed onto the mattress, pulling the edge of the blanket over herself on the opposite side. The bed dipped under her weight, causing Jennifer’s body to jolt forward slightly until she was nearly touching Emily.

Emily’s voice sounded curious and a bit confused. "Mother, do you sleep without any clothes on?"

Jennifer’s breath caught as I drove deeper, my movements relentless yet controlled. The thrill of Emily lying only inches away made every sensation electric and every sound a dangerous risk. "Ahh... yeah," Jennifer managed to say, her voice wavering as she struggled to maintain her composure. "I heard it is beneficial for the skin... so I, ahh..."

Emily hummed, completely unaware of the intense tension vibrating through Jennifer’s body. "Oh. I suppose that makes sense," she mumbled, already drifting toward sleep. She shifted her weight, her body brushing against Jennifer’s. "Mom... your tits are so big... much larger than mine," she noted with innocent curiosity.

At those words, Jennifer’s pussy clamped down tightly around my cock, and her breath stalled in her throat. "Ah... he-he... are you jealous?" she stuttered. Her voice was barely a whisper as I pushed even deeper into her.

Emily gave a small, tired laugh. "Why would I be jealous? I will grow them big in the future, too," she said, her voice trailing off as she slipped closer to unconsciousness.

Underneath the covers, Jennifer’s fingers were busy rubbing her clit. Her body shook as she fought the urge to make a sound. Every motion I made sent a wave of ecstasy through her, leaving her gasping for air. "Dexter..." she breathed, her voice thick with need. "She is right there..."

"Exactly," I growled. My hand moved around to tease her clit, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. "And that is exactly what makes this so fucking hot." My lips grazed her ear as I murmured darkly, "You are being used, Jennifer. Even with her this close."

Jennifer bit her lip fiercely to suppress a moan, her back arching slightly as I filled her once more. "Aaaah..." she gasped, her grip tightening on the sheets. "Dexter, stop..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "We cannot... she will hear—"

"Then stay quiet," I whispered back, my thrusts becoming more insistent and deep. "Or do you want her to find out how wet you are for me?"

Jennifer’s breath hitched, and she trembled while trying to keep her cries silent. "N-No..." she whispered, her voice almost inaudible. "I can't—"

"You will," I growled, my fingers pressing firmly against her clit. "And you will come for me. Right. Fucking. Now."

Jennifer’s muscles locked up as her climax hit her like a wave. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out loud. "Mmm—" she gasped, her frame shuddering beneath me as her pussy squeezed my cock in rhythmic pulses of pleasure. A rush of fluid escaped her, soaking the mattress beneath us.

Emily stirred slightly, her voice sounding groggy and puzzled. "Mom... I felt something wet on my legs..." she mumbled. "Did you leave a water bottle somewhere?"

Jennifer froze, her breath catching as she scrambled for an explanation. "Th-That..." she stammered, her mind racing while her body still hummed from the aftershocks of the orgasm.

"That is just... uh... sweat, sweetie. It is very hot in here... It’s just my sweat." Her fingers clutched the bedsheet tighter as she tried to stop shaking.

Emily nodded sleepily, too tired to investigate. Then, her voice grew soft and tinged with sadness. "Mom... do you know where Dad is?"

Jennifer’s breath hitched again, and her body went stiff. "I-I don’t know," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "But I assume he is out working... and he sent us here to keep us safe." She swallowed hard, her fingers digging into my skin. "Something must have happened."

Emily let out a sigh, sounding small and vulnerable. "Do you think he is okay?"

Jennifer’s heart ached for her daughter, but she forced herself to sound reassuring. "I am certain he is, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice gentle yet strained. "He is a strong man. He will be fine."

Emily nodded once more, her breathing slowing down as she finally fell back toward sleep. "Okay..." she murmured, her voice fading away. "Goodnight, Mom..."