Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

My cock was dripping with precum, the tip wet and shiny beneath the leaf skirt from watching the entire thing.

Maya released one last small drizzle of piss that pattered softly against the already wet ground. Then she carefully let go of herself, dropped the front of the leaf skirt back into place, and stood up on slightly unsteady legs. She finally lifted her gaze, though she still couldn’t quite meet my eyes for more than a second.

”Dexter... I’m done.”

I kept one hand firmly pressed over the front of my leaf skirt, trying (and mostly failing) to hide how hard and wet I still was. My voice came out a little tight.

”Aunt Maya... you should go back alone. I’ll... come back after a while.”

Maya’s eyes flicked downward for a brief moment and caught the way I was clearly covering myself. Her thoughts immediately turned curious and slightly flustered.

[Is he... embarrassed right now? After everything he just watched me do...?]

She hesitated, still standing close, as if unsure whether she should leave him alone in the dark or stay.

Her thoughts carried a faint note of exasperated disbelief.

[If anyone should be embarrassed right now, it should be me... I just peed right in front of him. Why is he the one acting like this just because he has an erection...? Hmph.]

Maya’s eyes lingered on the hand I was using to cover myself for another second. A complicated mix of residual shame, curiosity, and a strange sense of responsibility flickered across her face.

I turned my body slightly away from her and spoke in a tight, flustered voice.

”I’m just going to take a short walk around here... and come back in a while.”

Maya took a small step closer instead of leaving.

”Dexter... you don’t have to be so embarrassed. I already told you it’s normal for a man to get an erection. Especially after... everything that just happened.”

I let out a short, agitated breath, still keeping my hand firmly over the front of the leaf skirt.

”I know it’s normal. That’s not the problem. The problem is I just can’t control it. When you show me something like that... and when you’re standing there wearing only these leaf clothes... it’s too much. My body won’t listen to me at all.”

Maya’s gaze dropped for a moment to her own body. The leaf bra did almost nothing to hide the deep cleavage between her heavy breasts, and the short leaf skirt left most of her smooth thighs exposed.

Seeing the genuinely agitated, almost pained look on my face made a fresh wave of color rise to her cheeks. She pressed her lips together, clearly flustered by the directness of my words and the effect she was having on me.

I exhaled sharply and took a step back, still covering myself with one hand.

”So Aunt Maya... please go back. Otherwise I might do something I’ll regret later.”

Maya let out a soft, nervous chuckle at the almost sulky expression on my face. Her thoughts carried a trace of unexpected amusement.

[He looks kind of cute when he’s like this...]

That small laugh was the last straw.

I stepped forward again, closing the distance in one stride, and pressed my body firmly against hers, pinning her back against the rough bark of a nearby tree.

The hard, throbbing length of my cock dug heavily into the soft flesh of her upper thigh through the thin leaf skirt. The heat of it was unmistakable even through the layers of leaves.

Maya’s eyes flew open wide in panic. A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

”What are you doing, Dexter...?!”

Her thoughts exploded in a chaotic, flustered rush the moment she felt the thick pressure against her leg.

[Is that... his thing?! That’s what’s poking me right now...? It’s so hard... and so hot... It’s pressing right against my thigh...]

[Why is it this stiff...? Is this because he watched me pee...? Because he saw everything...?]

[I can feel the shape of it... the head is pushing against me... Oh god, it’s twitching...]

I kept my voice low and deliberately agitated, leaning in just enough that she could feel every word against her skin. My hips stayed pressed forward, making sure she couldn’t ignore the proof of my arousal.

”It’s all Aunt Maya’s fault for laughing at me.”

Maya quickly shook her head, her voice flustered and breathless. One of her hands had come up to my chest as if to push me away, but the strength in it was weak. Her cheeks were burning.

”I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I just... you looked so worked up and I—”

”I don’t know,” I cut in, grinding forward just slightly so the thick heat of my cock dragged more firmly along her thigh. The leaf skirt did almost nothing to soften the contact. ”I just can’t control myself anymore.”

Maya’s breathing had turned shallow. Her back was fully against the tree now, the rough bark catching slightly on the leaf bra. Her thoughts continued to spiral in pure embarrassed heat.

[He’s grinding it against me... on purpose... I can feel every inch of how hard he is...]

[This is the same cock that was twitching when he had his mouth on my ass... when he watched me spread myself and piss...]

[Why am I not pushing him away harder...? Why does my stomach feel tight...?]

Her voice trembled with a mix of panic, residual shame, and something she clearly didn’t want to name.

”Wait... Dexter... I’m a lesbian. I’ve only ever liked women. And I’m way older than you. This... this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this with me. You should stop—”

I looked straight into her eyes, my cock still throbbing hard against the soft flesh of her thigh, the precum-slick head leaving a faint damp spot on the leaf skirt where it pressed.

”Aunt Maya, I’m not gay. I’m straight. If you keep showing me things like that — spreading yourself open right in front of me, pissing while I watch, walking around in these barely-there leaf clothes that show half your body — how exactly do you expect me to behave? I’m not a monk.”

”And I don’t think even a monk could stay calm after seeing everything I’ve seen tonight.”

Maya’s breath hitched sharply. Her thighs tensed against the insistent pressure of my cock. Her thoughts were a messy, overheated tangle of panic, guilt, leftover humiliation from the peeing, and a traitorous warmth spreading low in her belly that she was trying desperately to ignore.

[He’s completely hard because of me... and he’s not even trying to hide it anymore...]

[I can feel it pulsing against my leg... It’s so thick...]

[I need to stop this... I’m supposed to be the older one... the responsible one... so why can’t I form the words properly...?]