Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I was stunned by her sudden words. The selflessness in her voice, the quiet acceptance of possible heartbreak, hit me hard. She was willing to love me even if it meant sharing me, even if it meant pain for herself.

”I will never abandon you,” I said firmly, my hands cupping her face. ”Never. Do you hear me, Diana? I’m not going anywhere.”

Diana smiled sadly, her eyes searching mine as if trying to etch my promise into her soul. She leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on my lips before pulling back again.

”You say that now, my sweet boy... but you’re still so young. Your life is just beginning. One day, you might want someone closer to your age.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced my lower lip.

I knew Diana’s insecurities ran deep. It would take more than words to heal them — it would take time, patience, and consistent actions to prove that my love was real and unwavering.

Diana still sighed softly as she hugged me even tighter, her arms wrapping around me like she was afraid I might vanish if she let go. Her full breasts pressed warmly against my chest, her body molding perfectly into mine under the thin black nightie.

”Tomorrow... come with me,” she whispered against my neck, her voice gentle but serious. ”I want to show you something important. I don’t want to hurt you... or deceive you in any way. Can you wait till tomorrow, my love? Just one more day... After that, your aunt will be completely yours. No more secrets. No more shadows.”

I hugged her back just as tightly, pulling her even closer so her head rested comfortably on my chest. My hand stroked slowly up and down her back as I answered without hesitation.

”I am willing to wait a lifetime for you, Diana,” I said softly, my voice full of sincerity. ”One day, one week, one month... it doesn’t matter. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Diana didn’t reply with words at first. She simply nodded slightly against my chest, her face buried deeper into my arms.

I felt her nose gently sniffing me, breathing in my scent like it was the most comforting thing in the world. Her warm breath fanned across my skin as she whispered almost inaudibly, ”Thank you...”

The words were so soft, so full of gratitude and relief, that they made my heart ache in the best possible way.

I gently caressed the back of her head, my fingers threading slowly through her silky hair. With my other hand, I patted her back in slow, soothing rhythms, the same way someone might comfort a child — except this was my powerful, dangerous godmother, now soft and vulnerable in my arms.

I kept stroking her until her breathing slowly evened out, growing deeper and steadier. Her body relaxed completely against me, her full weight resting trustingly on my chest.

I noticed a small, peaceful smile had formed on her beautiful face as she drifted off to sleep. It was the most genuine, contented smile I had ever seen on her. Unable to resist, I leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

”Good night... my love,” I whispered against her skin.

Looking at her now — sleeping so peacefully in my arms, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, her body curled trustingly against mine — I realized something profound. The feelings I had for Diana went far beyond lust.

Yes, I desired her. Yes, her body drove me crazy. But this was different. I was afraid of her getting hurt. I was terrified of seeing her cry. The thought of her being in pain actually hurt me, deep in my chest, like a physical wound.

Is this what real love feels like?

For a playboy like me — someone who had always kept things light, fun, and temporary — this feeling was difficult to comprehend. It was heavy, warm, and a little scary. It made me want to protect her, to shield her from the entire world, even from her own dark past. I sighed softly, a long, contemplative breath, as I continued gently stroking her hair.

This woman had watched over me my entire life. She had suffered in silence for years. And now she was finally here, in my bed, trusting me enough to fall asleep in my arms with a smile on her face.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep like that, with Diana curled trustingly against my chest.

The next morning, when I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was Diana’s warm, soft body still nestled perfectly in my arms. Her head rested on my chest, her breathing soft and even, and that peaceful little smile was still on her lips. Sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a golden glow over us both.

Then I noticed another presence in the room.

Mom — Veronica — was sitting calmly in the chair by the window, legs crossed, a cup of tea in her hand. She coughed lightly to get my attention, then winked at me with a mischievous smile.

”I didn’t expect my son to be so fast,” she whispered, leaning closer. ”It’s only been less than 24 hours since she arrived... and you already have her sleeping in your bed like this? My, my, Dexter... you really take after your mother’s charm, don’t you?”

I felt my face heat up instantly and patted the back of my head awkwardly.

Before I could say anything, Diana stirred in my arms. She slowly opened her eyes, still half-asleep, and the first thing she saw was me. A soft, loving smile spread across her face.

”Good morning...” she murmured sweetly, completely unaware that her best friend was standing right there watching them.

I smiled back warmly. ”Good morning...”

Then came the loud clapping sound.

”Good... Diana...” Mom said loudly, clapping her hands with exaggerated enthusiasm, before her expression turned dramatically serious. ”I didn’t expect you to be like this! In my son’s bed? Wearing that? After just one day?!”

Diana’s eyes widened in pure panic the moment she heard Veronica’s voice.

She hadn’t noticed her friend standing on the side of the bed until now. Her face turned pale as she realized the situation — her in my bed, wearing nothing but that revealing black nightie, pressed tightly against me.

”N-no... no, Victoria... It’s not what you think!” Diana stammered, her voice high with alarm. She sat up quickly, clutching the blanket to her chest. ”I am just sleeping with my godson... that’s all! Nothing happened! I swear!”