Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Fuck... I was genuinely surprised by Diana’s boldness.

This was the first time in my entire life that a woman had managed to turn the tables on me so completely. I was always the one who teased, who stayed in control, who made others blush and stumble over their words.

But right now, lying in bed with Diana, I felt completely disarmed. My heart was hammering wildly inside my chest, beating so fast and loud that I was almost certain she could hear it. Every inch of my body felt hyper-aware of her presence — her warmth, her scent, her soft curves pressed against me.

I really do love this woman.

It wasn’t just affection or attraction anymore. It was something deeper, something real. I loved her in a way that scared me a little.

She wasn’t just my godmother or my aunt. She was the fierce protector who had threatened to burn the world for me, the gentle woman who blushed when I wiped ice cream from her nose, and the seductive beauty currently lying in my bed wearing almost nothing.

Knowing that she loved me back — fiercely, possessively, and perhaps more deeply than anyone else except my own mother — made my chest tighten with a strange mix of joy and overwhelming emotion.

My thoughts drifted further into memories.

Even the women I had been with during my time in the Stone Age... they had loved me, desired me, and stayed by my side. But deep down, I always knew a large part of it was because of my abilities.

My powers made me strong, fast, and almost invincible. Without God Speed, Eternal Vitality, and everything else... would they have even noticed me? Would I have been able to protect them, seduce them, or survive long enough to win their hearts? Or would I have died young, weak, and forgotten?

The moment that an insecure thought crossed my mind, the intense arousal that had been burning through me started to fade. My cock, which had been rock-hard and boldly pressing against her soft, warm thigh just seconds ago, slowly began to soften and shrink back.

I turned my head slightly and looked at Diana. My eyes were filled with genuine affection and warmth as I took in her beautiful face in the dim light.

She looked so vulnerable and desirable at the same time — her hair slightly tousled, her full lips parted, and her heavy breasts rising and falling gently with each breath beneath that sinful black nightie.

But then I noticed the change in her expression.

A hint of sadness had crept into her beautiful eyes. She was looking down between our bodies, right at the spot where my hard cock had been eagerly poking against her smooth thigh.

Now that it had softened, her gaze lingered there for a long moment. The playful, teasing smile on her lips slowly faded, replaced by a quiet, almost hurt look.

Diana’s long lashes lowered as she stared at the now-soft bulge in my sweatpants. I could see the subtle shift in her mood — a flicker of insecurity or disappointment that she tried to hide, but couldn’t completely conceal from me.

I knew that expression all too well. After knowing so many different women in my life, I recognized it instantly. She was hurt.

She was thinking that maybe she wasn’t attractive enough anymore, that her body no longer excited me, or that I simply wasn’t interested in her the way she desperately wanted me to be.

Then I saw it — a single drop of tear forming at the corner of her eye, glistening in the dim light. That one tear hit me like a punch to the chest.

Panic surged through me. This was the same powerful, fearless woman who had been ready to burn the entire world down for me just hours ago. The icy queen who commanded fear and loyalty without blinking. And now she was lying in my bed, vulnerable and on the verge of tears, all because she thought she had failed to make me desire her.

The guilt was immense. I couldn’t bear seeing her like this.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and captured her lips in a soft, tender kiss. I gently sucked on her full lower lip, savoring its warmth and sweetness. Diana let out a tiny surprised sound before her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Her body melted against mine as she kissed me back with quiet desperation.

When I finally pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, I saw her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful red. She was breathing heavily, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

”W-what... what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice shaky and breathless. ”I am your...”

I didn’t let her finish. I pressed my lips against hers again, deeper this time, silencing her protest. When I pulled back, I looked straight into her eyes and said with complete sincerity:

”I love you, Aunt Diana.”

Diana went completely quiet. She simply stared into my eyes, stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her arms were still loosely wrapped around my neck, and I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.

I continued, my voice low and filled with emotion:

”I don’t know why... or how it happened. But I feel this way about you. In your eyes, I see worry, care, and so much love for me... It feels like the love a mother has, but somehow even deeper, even more intense.”

”Every time I look at you, I feel as if I let you go, I’ll lose someone truly important in my life. I can’t explain it... But I fell in love with you, Diana. I love you. I’m not lying.”

I gently took her hand and placed it flat against my chest, right over my wildly beating heart.

”Can you feel that?” I whispered. ”This is what you do to me.”

Diana’s eyes widened slightly. She knew everything about my past — my relationships with other women, even seducing a woman from my mom’s office.

She had watched me from afar for years. And yet, hearing me confess my love so openly seemed to shock her to her core.

Her fingers trembled slightly against my chest. The single tear that had been threatening to fall finally slipped down her cheek. But this time, it wasn’t from sadness.