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Addam’s Family: Perverted Values.

Morticia clipped the flowering heads off the rose bush. The long thorny stems looked wonderful, why did the plant have to spoil itself by growing those colourful flowers. She hummed a pleasing funeral dirge to herself.

There was a sudden rustling from the corner of the conservatory. It was Cleopatra her African strangler plant. She was making strange noises. Putting the rose pruning aside she stepped over to the plant. “What’s the matter Cleo? You can’t be hungry. You had that girl scout just last week.”

When she was six feet away from the plant its thick tendrils shot up and wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Morticia barely had time to gasp in surprise before she was hoisted up off the ground. She fought and struggled but the plant was just too strong and it’s grip too tight. Cleopatra pulled hard spreading her arms and legs wide, leaving her spread eagled and hanging painfully by her wrists. Morticia took note to do this again when Gomez was around.

“Cleo, you let me down.” But her usually loyal plant didn’t listen. “Cleo. Let me down, or no more Jehovah’s witnesses.” The vines rustled slightly but didn’t let her go.

“She won’t listen to you mother.” Came a voice from the other side of the conservatory. “I trained her too well.”

From the shadows stepped Wednesday. She was dressed in her usual long black dress with her black hair tied in pigtails. Her pale face and large blue eyes looked at her mother and she smiled like a vampire that had spotted an open vein. In one hand she held the small corpse of a squirrel. It was flat and limp. She must have picked it up off the road. She had probably run it over herself. Wednesday threw the carcass across the room and it dissapeared into the mass of Cleopatra’s vines. There was a lot of rustling as the plant consumed her treat.

“Trained her?” Morticia asked in confusion. “To do what?”

“This, mother.” Wednesday raised a single hand up and snapped her fingers.

At once more of Cleo’s vines whipped up and stared writhing over Morticia’s body. They groped at her breasts and wrapped around her waist. Several more ran up her legs, brushing along her thighs until they reached her sex. Morticia felt the thick, strong tendrils rubbing at the material of her underwear. She looked at her child.

“What is this?”

But Wednesday didn’t respond. She just clapped her hands together. At the sound of the clap Cleopatra began to twist, grip and pull at Morticia’s tight dress. The material didn’t stand up to the punishment for long and tore away from her. The tatters of the dress fell to the floor and the vines that had stripped her fell back to the floor and stayed still. The tasks that Wednesday had trained Cleopatra for were done. Now it would just hold onto Moticia until Wednesday gave the final instruction signal. Wednesday however didn’t have any intention of performing the signal just yet. She stared at her mother for a few moments, looking her up and down. Morticia was dressed in nothing but a black satin underwear. Her bra hugged her ample cleavage tightly, the garment looked almost too small, just a bit. Wednesday’s eyes roved down her mothers pale silken skin to the small knickers covering that secret place over her sex and then down over the black stocking covering Morticia’s long, slender legs.

“I want you mother.” Wednesday said in her cold, unfeeling, tone. “I have stared at your beauty long enough. I have desired you from from afar and now I will make you mine.”

Morticia stared at her child. Was she really saying what she thought she was saying. “Wednesday. You’re my daughter. What your thinking is wrong, it is depraved, perverted and incestuous.” She started to smile. “I’m ashamed you didn’t do it sooner.”

That was all the encouragement Wednesday needed. She reached up to the top button of her black dress and started to pop them, teasingly slowly and one at a time. She made sure she was especially slow as she passed by the gentle rise of her breasts, letting her mother get a very good view of the mounds, still half hidden by her clothing. She wasn’t wearing a bra, or any underwear, she had been planning this day for weeks. By the time she reached her belly button her usual patience lost out and she couldn’t wait to unbutton her entire dress. She opened the dress wide and shrugged it off of her shoulder, letting it slide down her body and down to the floor. Revealing her porcelain pale form to her mother. With one hand she gently brushed several fingers over one of her medium sized breasts with perfect pink nipples, already hard with excitement. The other hand strayed down between her legs to her shaven pussy. Only one tiny stripe of hair remained above her clit, which she rubbed and brushed gently, sending shivers up through her body. Her pussy was so tight she almost struggled to slide her finger past her cunt lips. A trickle of her pussy juice ran down her left leg. She could feel great heat coming from her sex. She had been waiting for this for far too long. The anticipation was driving her wild.

Morticia looked at Wednesday and felt her own pussy awaken. She had never realised just how sexy her little girl had become over the last few years. Had she known she would have done this herself much sooner. She felt her nipples harden as Wednesday started to play with herself. Her pussy was so tight she could barely fit her index finger inside her. But she was a juicy little thing, that was helping lube up her digit. Morticia licked her top lip and wished that she wasn’t restrained like this.

Wednesday stepped out of her fallen dress and right up to her mother. She reached up and brushed her fingers over the woman’s large breasts. The skin was cold as a grave and soft as silk just as she had always fantasised. Wednesday gripped the bra tightly and pulled ripping it in two and exposing Moticia’s large and firm breasts. A G-cup and almost shockingly firm. Her dark coloured nipples were only slightly hard and looked so delicious. But Wednesday didn’t stop there. Her patience for the pleasures of her mothers flesh wouldn’t wait any longer. She grabbed her mothers silken knickers and ripped them away roughly. Morticia was clean shaven. There wasn’t even a hint of stubble on her perfectly pale pussy. Wednesday reached out her middle finger and brushed it along her mothers slit from hole to clit. Moticia took in her breath sharply as the gentle touch sent flickers of pleasure through her, waking up her pussy. Wednesday looked at the small wet patch on the tip of her finger and placed it into her mouth. She sucked it seductively, savouring the taste of her mothers sweet juices. So delightful.

Wednesday gently brushed the fingers of her other hand over Morticia’s nipples, slowly exciting them with feather light brushes and gentle tweeks and nips. They turned as hard as bullets under her attention and looked so delicious. She couldn’t resist and clamped her mouth over the large tit. Morticia moaned softly as Wednesday started to suck on the sensitive, hard, nipple. The girl rubbed her teeth over the flesh, sending more arousing pleasure up through Morticia’s body. Wednesday closed her eyes and kept sucking while her hands got busy. One hand continued to tease at her own clit and rub at her lips, feeling her burning heat of arousal and trying to spread her lips enough to brush more and more of her sensitive flesh of her cunt. Her other hand reached between her mothers legs. She pinched her clit and Morticia gasped and bit her lip. Wednesdy skilfully played with the clit and while stimulating her mothers delicate folds. The lips parted so beautifully, they felt like velvet. So soft and yet so warm. Morticia moaned softly. Her voice quivered with growing ecstacy.

Wednesday released the taste tit from her mouth. The thing was lightly pin and slightly swollen after the treatment she had given it. The girl dropped to her knees and used her fingers to spread Morticia’s pussy lips wide. She blew on them gently, making her mother gasp.

“So beautiful.” Wednesday whispered in admiration. Her voice was still so low that Morticia almost didn’t hear her. Licking her lips Wednesday buried her tongue into her mothers twat. Morticia gasped and twitched as her child’s tongue pushed it’s way past her hole and started gently moving around inside her excited folds. She felt her juices start to flow as the heat built up in her pussy. Wednesday lapped up the liquid with relish. It was so sweet and lovely.

Wednesday’s other hand was between her legs, furoiously playing with her cunt. She rubbed at her lips and pinched her clit so hard it made her hurt with ecstacy. Her middle finger was buried as deep as she could get it into her tight twat, up to the second joint. She wriggled and twisted it inside her, pushing and rubbing all of her insides. She moaned in time with each of her finger thrusts.

Morticia pulled at the vines that held her. She longed to be free so she could get at her child and give her a good fucking. She couldn’t stand it. Wednesday’s tongue was driving her wild. She threw her head back and moaned deeply. Her body was consumed with crashing waves of building orgasmic ecstasy. “Deeper.” She gasped breathlessly. Wednesday listened and buried her face deeper into her mothers cunt, pressing her cheeks right up to the gentle folds of her cunt lips. She freed her hand from her mothers cunt and brought it down to join its companion between her legs to tease and play with her clit and cunt more intensely.

All Morticia cared about was Wednesday’s tongue in her slit. The girl was slowly moving it around inside her, teasingly brushing against her G-spot, sending powerful waves of pleasure that made all her muscles twitch violently. With each movement she felt orgasmic shivers building up deep inside her core, growing more and more powerful with each second. She was getting closer and closer to her climax.

Wednesday managed to shove her finger in all the way to the knuckle and was pounding it around the inside of her pussy with all the strength and ferocity tat she could muster. She moaned deeply, the noises muffled because her mouth was still buried in her mothers sex. She could feel a great pressure building up in her belly. She was getting so close. She crushed her clit between her powerful fingers and almost screamed. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her face was in Morticia’s cunt so deeply she could barely breath but all of that just added to her ecstasy.

Her finger fucking and cunt licking grew more erratic and Morticia’s moans were growing deeper and more passionate as her own climax approached. “So close.” She managed to gasp out breathlessly. “More. More. More.” She threw her head back and groaned deeply, sounding like a wailing banshee. Her orgasm tore through her and she writhed and bucked wildly as her powerful climax consumed her. Wednesday lapped up her gushing juices, sending Morticia beyond her orgasm. Each tongue lick was as powerful as an explosion and was driving her insane. Her brain was on fire and her every cell was filled with lighting.

Wednesday’s mouth fell away from her cunt as she collapsed. Her own climax tore through her and she fell onto her back. She spread her legs wide and threw back her head, arching her back almost painfully. She came hard, her pussy juices squirted out of her, forcing their way past her finger with great pressure. They splashed on the floor two feet away. Wednesday twitched and writhed as she burned through her orgasm and into deep and powerful aftershocks until she could stand it no more and collapsed limply. Her legs flopped to the floor and her hands fell away from her pussy. More juices ran out of her and formed a small pool on the tiles of the conservatory. Wednesday struggled to catch her breath, her body was covered with sweat and she could feel some of her hair was stuck to her face.

Morticia hung limply on Cleo’s vines. Her own orgasm had sucked her of her strength. It had been so good. She had never cum that hard before. But she still felt the burning desire for Wednesday. Being licked to climax was so wonderful, but never quite as satisfying as a good fuck.

As if she had read her mind Wednesday wiped some sweat off of her forehead and took several deep breaths to regain some of her composure. She looked up at her mother and whistled three times in quick succession. Cleopatra’s vines loosened and released her and Morticia fell down onto her own legs. They were shaky after her powerful sex session but she managed to stay upright. When she went down to the floor and to her daughters waiting and still dripping cunt it was under her own power.

Morticia loomed over Wednesday and and kissed her passionately on the neck, then up to the cheek and finally their lips met each other. Both of them opened their mouths and their tongues wrestled each other. They moaned deeply and their hands roamed over each others bodies. Wednesday brushed down the curve of her mothers back and down to her juicy firm ass. She squeezed it hard, digging into the delicate flesh with her nails and making her mother groan in painful ecstasy. Morticia squeezed and massaged Wednesday’s tits. They were so soft and luscious. She pinched the nipples tightly and Wednesday squeaked with the bolt that shot through her. Both their pussies were wide awake and roaring for more at

Morticia struggled for a couple of seconds to properly entwine her legs with her daughters. But she managed it and they pushed their cunts together. The two women gasped and shivered as their clits rubbed together. Wednesday dug her nails into her mothers ass so deeply she started to bleed. The agony mixed with ecstasy and sent Morticia into higher levels of orgasmic pleasure.

Morticia pounded her pussy harder against Wednesday’s. Their hips started moving in sync, grinding and pounding together in perfect rhythm. Their slits rubbed together consuming the two of them in fire of building climax. Their juices ran out of them both, mixing as they ran down their legs and pooled with their sweat over their bodies.

Wednesday was blind with pleasure. This was a thousand, no a million, times better than when she masturbated herself. Fucking her sex-goddess of a mother was better than she had ever fantasised. Pleasure coursed through her body, consuming her mind. All that existed was her growing climax.

Moticia furiously rubbed their clits together, moaning with wave after wave crashed through her as her orgasm approached. She was trembling in her daughters arms and she was thrown over the edge. She rammed her cunt onto Wednesday’s and howled as her orgasm burned through her. She rammed and rolled and brushed herself though the aftershocks and Wednesday groaned deeply as her climax grabbed her. She wrapped her legs around Morticia and pulled her closer into her and she trembled and shook violently as her powerful orgasm rocked her body. She couldn’t breath and she felt her pussy squirt and run as she came harder than the first time.

Panting breathlessly Wednesday released her mother and her body became limp on the floor. Morticia lay on top of her and felt the burning heat between their bodies and their pussies for a few seconds she could feel Wednesday’s hard nipples poking into her chest and she also felt her own nipples brushing against her child’s sweat covered body. They stayed like that for several minutes as the last of their orgasms faded from them and the tiny tingling aftershocks were left behind. Both could feel the others hearts pounding in their chests and they were soaked in each others sweat, cum and pussy juice.

Morticia eventually found the strength to roll off her child and lay next to her on the cold tiled floor of the conservatory. She reached over and gripped Wednesday’s hand tightly. They both sat there for another minute while they tried to catch their breaths.

“You…were wonderful…darling.” Morticia said between breaths. Wednesday managed a small smile.

“So were you mother.”

Gently and with some effort, Morticia managed to ease herself up onto one elbow. She reached over with her hand and gently brushed her fingers over her daughters body, starting at her cheeks and down to those luscious breasts, across the flat and firm stomach and down to her soaking sex. She brushed it with her fingers, making Wednesday gasp.

“I’m so proud of you.” She said lovingly. “Not even sixteen and already performing such acts of perversion. It’s an Addam’s family record.”

Wednesday barely heard her. Morticia slipped her long finger into her tight twat and she was being consumed by her passions once more at the digit started to pump and twist through her insides.

The End

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