Family Living At Paradise Towers

With Parent-Teacher conferences done, Rob's plan of keeping his Slut Class girls close at hand moved into fruition. The various student pairs moved in quickly, but Rob made special arrangements for the mothers and their daughters, sparing now expense in hiring movers to transfer all their material possessions and interior designers to decorate their apartment to their exact specifications.

Now, scattered about the various floors of Paradise Towers, the six pairs of mothers and daughters were set to begin their new lives as horny, incestuous fuck-toys, to live the rest of their lives in twisted, overwhelming pleasure.

Apartment 4-F: The Addams Household

With it's dark, gothic, Victorian décor, one would never know that Morticia's new dwelling had only been completed a month or so ago. From a certain glance, an observer might no notice anything different between Morticia and her surroundings or actions - sipping tea and reading from a well-worn book in her grand wicker chair, lacey black curtains draped over the windows, plush velvet black roses resting in vases in the corners of the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for Morticia Addams and her life.

As Morticia silently read her book - a tawdry tale of **** and debauchery, the first hint of something amiss - the door swung open loudly, followed by heavy, obvious footfalls, signaling the return of her daughter.

"Wednesday." Morticia's eyes lit up when she saw her lovely daughter, lips curling into a delight smile. "How was school, dear? What did you learn today?"

Wednesday grunted noncommittally, stomping her way across the apartment in heavy platform boots. "That free will is an illusion. And that the only real meaning to life is to drown in mindless hedonism and pleasure."

Morticia's smile grew at her daughter's typical dour comment. "And you said public schooling had nothing of value to offer." Morticia rose from her seat, seeming to glide across the floor in order to meet her daughter. Quickly, her hands went to work, long fingers exploring her daughter's body. In addition to her clunky boots, Wednesday was clad in a much more modern goth look than her typical attire; pants so tight they may as well have been painted one, riding so low on her wide hips to show off her thong. Her ripped, ragged shirt was so thin and slight it exposed the totality of her midriff, as well as plenty of underboob. And, of course, it was all in black, to contrast perfectly with Wednesday's ghostly pallor.

Prior to their change, both mother and daughter would find such an outfit to be tawdry and vulgar, and while Morticia still wasn't entirely thrilled by Wednesday's (and their Master's) choice of clothing, she couldn't deny how smolderingly sexy her daughter looked in. Morticia held Wednesday close to her, winding a pigtail around her hand and wrist, while the other drew soft circles on Wednesday's soft, flat belly.

"That's only due to Mr. Daily and his instruction." Wednesday replied, plump black lips pressed together, even as she let out a small noise of pleasure from her mother's ministrations. "He is the only man worthy of my time, attention, or worship." Wednesday had no time for her mother's foreplay, seizing Morticia's wrist and forcing her hand lower and lower, fingertips descending below her waistband...

"Hmm, indeed. Oh, and that reminds me..." A soft kiss was planted on Wednesday's ear lobe. Another on her cheek. Wednesday remained stone-faced through it all, even at the barest touch of Morticia's fingers against her clit. "Mr. Daily invited himself over for drinks after dinner."

The corners of Wednesday's lips twitched, the faintest possible smile in the history of smiles. "Is that so? That will be lovely." Wednesday uttered in a deadpan tone. Her body hitched suddenly, Morticia pressing a black-painted fingernail on her daughter's engorged clitoris.

"So, why don't you change into something more fitting, we'll have a nice little dinner, and then we'll fall on our knees before your teacher, Wednesday, and show him our love and devotion. Doesn't that sound nice?" Wednesday's response was deadpan yet sincere.

"Indeed, mother. I can hardly contain my joy."

Apartment 5-A: The Blight-Noceda Household

The click-clack of heels on hardwood mingled with the sound of flesh and lips smacking together wetly, as Odalia made her way from her bedroom in the apartment's living room.

"Well, I'll be off for the evening, everyone." She announced, to everyone, even if no one in particular was listening to her at the moment. Luz, Amity, and Camila were occupied with each other on the couch, both young women worshipping Camila's glorious, thicc MILF-y body with their mouths and tongues.

After the parent-teacher conferences, Odalia had a long, hard talk with her new owner, her new lover, about all of her failings. How she was a terrible mother, treating Amity like a piece on a gameboard to advance her own lifestyle. Not accepting her loving relationship with Luz, or properly thanking Mr. Daily for taking her under his wing. And then just how she was an awful person in general, hating on Luz and Camila for being poor and brown and human. Looking down on humans for being lesser beings. Not offering her slutty body freely and openly.

Before, Odalia would have raged if anyone dared to speak to her in such a manner, to even suggest that she had flaws. But, when being dressed down by Rob, Odalia could only meekly respond in the affirmative, agreeing with everything he had said. She was a horrible person and a horrible mother and a big-titted slut pretending to be a prude. All those things and more. It wouldn't be fair to just immediately join in with Amity and Luz and Camila in mindless lesbian orgies. She had to repent, to prove that she had changed.

For that, she was so thankful she had her Master to do the thinking for her. He genuinely did care about Odalia and her well-being, she knew that, but he also knew Odalia needed to be punished for being such a bad mommy. So now, most every night, Odalia would dress up in the skimpiest, sluttiest, skankiest outfit her new wardrobe could provide and sell her body on the streets, offering her luscious figure and tight, eager holes to any man willing to pay her dirty cheap prices.

One dollar for a handjob, two for a blowjob. Five for a titfuck. Ten for her pussy and fifteen for anal, with an additional one dollar charge if they wanted to cum inside of her holes. Odalia hated it, but she also loved. Strutting around like a cheap harlot, being leered at by filthy, degenerate human men, hearing their vile, sexist comments. Being **** to service their dirty, awful, pathetic.... hmm... wonderful, powerful, yummy cocks. Being a submissive, horny cumdump for a lesser species. Selling her body as an e̶x̶p̶e̶n̶s̶i̶v̶e̶ inexpensive ho, a dirty cheap, cock-gobbling hooker.

She hated it.

She loved it. She loved it, so, so much...

Even though it was time for her to get to work, Odalia couldn't help but stare hungrily at her three... roommates? Family members? Fellow slaves? Superior sluts? Whatever Amity, Amity's girlfriend, and Amity's girlfriend's mother were to her, Odalia found them so, deeply sexy, so attractive, so hot! She wanted to be apart of that, she thought watching them, her mouth dry but her pussy gushing. That was good. Her gentlemen callers would enjoy a wet, sloppy pussy tonight...

Amity was on her knees, face buried in Camila's cunt, the latter's fingers being used to spread the caramel folds of her lips as much as possible. Even from her vantage point, Odalia could see her daughter using every inch of her tongue to excavate the interior of Camila's mature pussy, lashing and swirling and gobbling every ounce of love juices that coated the pink, fleshy insides. Luz, meanwhile, was cuddling her mom to the side, her mouth having engulfed a big, brown nipple that capped an even bigger, browner boob. Luz suckled enthusiastically, as if her mother was still lactating, greedily swallowing as much milk as she could manage. All the while, the young girl fucking her mother was rubbing her sodden, swollen pussy, eyes rolling along the back of her head from the overwhelming pleasure.

And through it all, Camila luxuriated on the couch, sweating and quivering and trembling, but happy beyond belief, residing in sexual nirvana. Her big, fat thighs twitched in pre-orgasmic spasms, before clamping themselves around Amity, locking the younger Blight to finish her work, Camila's chest heaving wildly as she hit the climax.

"Oh, baby, oh baby...! HMMM! Amity, yes, make mama cum, make mama cuuuuuu-NNGHRRRMMM..."

Camila's body exploded in pleasure, going over the top when Luz switched from nipple to mouth, slobbering tongue entering her mother's mouth, swallowing her loving, babbling compliments and orgasmic cry.

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Odalia felt a lump form in her throat. A part of her still despised humans, especially dirty commoners like the Nocedas. But... another part of her - the horny, dirty slut Master believed in - wanted nothing more than to be apart of all of that. To be where Camila was, being worshipped by their two beautiful daughters. To be where Amity was, offering pleasure and love to such a sexy, desirable, hmm... fuckable mamacita like Camila Noceda.

Unconsciously smacking her mouth, drying to produce saliva and drive the lump away, Odalia continued to stare thoughtlessly at the lesbian ménage-a-trois, consumed by fantasies of that and her work. Soon, the two crossed over, the four of them being gangbanged for cheap by so many bulging, filthy human cocks...

Odalia let out a gurgling moan the same time Camila let out a soft, content sigh, the latter opening her eyes, the first to realize Odalia was still there, watching them, drowning in fantasy. "Oh, Odalia, you're still here. Well, have fun on the job tonight. I'll make sure our girls are well looked after, querida."

Odalia was taken aback by the genuine sincerity in Camila's comment, the sweetness in her voice. The... love in her eyes! Oh, Camila...

Red blush contrasting her pale flesh, green hair, and purple lycra minidress, Odalia tried to give her best, kindest, most sincere smile in return. "Thank you, Camila... you're far too kind for a dirty whore like me."

Apartment 5-D: The Boonchuy Household

Oum Boonchuy woke up, disentangling herself from the three other bodies she now shared a bed with, gently stepping to the floor. She took a moment to stretch her entire body - from toes to fingers - standing on the balls of her feet and arching out her back. After last night, she was sore, but it was a good kind of sore, and all too common soreness, too. This was going to be her life now, being a horny, slutty MILF and sharing an apartment with three even hornier girls, all of whom were less than half her age.

Stepping into the kitchen, Oum slipped on an apron over her nude body and nothing else before getting to work. Mr. Daily had purchased her (and the other moms) a brand new wardrobe, fitting her status as a slut-****. Gone were the mom jeans and loose, ill-fitting sweaters that hid her curves and bust and ass. Now Oum got to traipse about in daring, sexy clothing she never would have imagined wearing just a few weeks ago, basking in the heated stares and hushed comments of strangers, as well as the more... open actions of her admirers.

Still, hot Thai fuck-bitch or not, Oum was still a mom, and she was still mom for her daughter and her friends, a role she was happy to take on. With Anne, Sasha, and Marcy still slumbering away, Oum got to work making breakfast. Sex was vigorous exercise, so they all needed their energy and strength to keep up in the constant orgies to come.

Humming to herself, lost in her own world to such an extent she didn't notice someone creep up behind her, until they slapped her hard on the ass. Wobbly, juicy cheeks giggled as Oum hopped up in start, turning to see her visitor out of the corner of her eye.

Sasha's sultry smile greeted her. "Hey there, babe. Good morning~"

"Oh, Sasha, I- MRRMGH!"

Oum could barely get three words out before Sasha struck, closing the brief distance between the two in a flash, locking her in a kiss, Sasha's bold tongue entering Oum's before she even realized what had happened. One of Sasha's hands clutched at a handful of hair for good measure, not that Oum would even dream of pulling away from Sasha when she was like this, so strong, so fierce, so determined to get whatever she desired. Oum could hardly remember exactly why she thought Sasha was a bad influence on Anne...

The kiss was all Sasha, too, the young woman holding Oum in her hands like putty, long tongue exploring every inch and crevice of the orifice available to her. Oum gurgled and moaned, dark skin flushing red, knees knocking together as euphoria swept through her body. It was so strange to have a girlhood fantasy realized by her daughter's teacher and her daughter's best friend/girlfriend. She had always envisioned some buff American hunk, but Sasha was everything she could hope for in a blonde, blue-eyed she-stud of a lover.

Except her breasts. Sasha was a blonde, blue-eyed American cheerleader. Blonde, blue-eyed American cheerleaders should have gigantic, heaving breasts. But that was a minor complaint all in all.

"Hmm..." Sasha, after breaking the kiss off, spent an inordinate amount of time licking her lips in an exaggerated manner, staring down a panting Oum with bedroom eyes. "I can still taste Anne on you. Such a good mommy to lick your daughter's pussy every night before bed..." Oum blushed, an old, involuntary reaction. Mr. Daily was training her to be a good slut. She no longer had to be ashamed about sex or her love for her daughter.

While Oum struggled with herself, Sasha's hand found her soft, doughy rear again. Another smack, then her strong fingers digging deep into the pliable flesh. "And you're making use breakfast, clad in nothing but that flimsy apron? Gosh, Mrs. B... we're so lucky to have you, you know that, right?"

"Ah... thank you Sasha, you're so kind to - AAH~"

Oum once more stammered and started, feeling Sasha's fingers crawl along her ass, underneath, and then begin to dig into her pussy, still raw and sore from last night's lesbian foursome. She shivered and trembled, almost collapsing to her knees.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you." Sasha said, pulling Oum away from the stove and to her, holding her possessively close. "I know that you were never my biggest fan before -"

"What are you, talking about?" Oum said softly, before she felt Sasha's fingers work away in her folds again, moaning loudly, not caring if she woke up Anne or Marcy or the neighbours for that matter.

"Ah, ah, ah... I'm talking now, babe..." Sasha hushed, still knuckle deep in Oum's warm, well-used pussy. "Like, I said, I know you were never my biggest fan. We never saw eye-to-eye. You thought I was a bad influence on, Anne." Sasha planted another kiss on Oum's forehead, patronizing and controlling, and then another on her neck, taking a lingering moment to breath in her natural scent. "And that's okay, because that's in the past. Master has set us straight. We're all good, obedient fucktoys now, aren't we?" Oum whined, nodding in rapid, jittery bobs.

"Yes, Sasha, we are." She was right, Oum realized, the past was the past. Mr. Daily had made it so that Oum, Sasha, Anne, and so many others were on the same mindset. The correct mindset. "You and the girls can continue your classes to be the perfect sluts, and I'll stay home as your hot, sexy mommy, ready to help you out anyway possible."

Sasha grinned like a shark. "Perfect." She purred, jamming her fingers deeper in. Oum came, knees buckling again, but she didn't fell. Because of Sasha. "And then you and me are gonna have a lot of fun. When you were in battle-axe mode, I never realized how fucking sexy your are, Mrs. B. I have to make up for loss time..."

Oum was about to say "What about, you and -", but Sasha was once more quicker on the draw. She shoved her slick fingers, freshly removed from Oum' snatch, into her open mouth. Cut off and silence again, Oum settled for passively sucking her own juices off of Sasha's fingers, batting her eyes as she did.

"You said it yourself, we're sluts now. Me and Anne fuck each other. And Mr. Daily. And Marcy. And you. And whoever the hell else we want, or he wants us to. Anne totally gets that I wanna dom your mature, fat ass. I fact, I think it turns her on..."

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Finally, Sasha broke away from Oum, relinquishing her grasp and letting her finish making breakfast. Oum said nothing, because there was nothing to say, and avoided making eye contact with Sasha, as the blonde watched her from the kitchen table. Not out of shame or any other silly emotion, but simply because Oum figured if she got sight of those lustful, possessive eyes again, she would fall under Sasha's spell and breakfast would never be made.

Eventually, Anne and Marcy made their appearance, followed by a round of greetings and kisses for everyone, from everyone. Then, the four sat down for the breakfast Oum had made for them, the three girls eagerly chatting away about the coming day.

Save for Oum being molested by her daughter's girlfriend, it almost seemed like a perfectly ordinary, mundane day.

Apartment 6-B: The Parr Household

You are sexy, beautiful, wanted, loved...

"I am sexy... beautiful... wanted... and loved..."

Your are obedient. Your are submissive towards your Master...

"I am obedient. I am submissive towards the Master..."

Obeying makes you horny. Obeying makes you happy. You live to serve and obey...

"Hmm, yes... obeying makes me so horny! It makes me happy... I live to serve and obey, my lord and master, yes..."

Now that Rob was taking care of the families under his care, providing financial stability and assurance, the six mothers now had nothing to do with their days. Yes, they could cook and clean and run errands in town, go out on date with one-another or with their daughters and friends on weekends, and yes, Rob had promised some projects he was working on that would give his six MILF-slaves something to do with their new lives, but that was still to come.

However, their was one small task Rob had assigned to his newly inducted slaves. As a teacher, he still thought it was his responsibility to include them in their daughters education. And while he very easily could have ordered them to join Slut Class as a sextet of forty-something schoolgirls (an idea he did stash away for later), he figured it would be better for them to continue using their VR headsets to learn, to refresh, and to reinforce their new lifestyle. So, every week, he stopped by with a new program of lessons for the mothers to enjoy while he personally instructed their daughters.

And that was where Helen Parr found herself, deep in her latest lesson, lounging on the couch in a loose sweater-dress, the fingers on her right hand swirled and mashed together into one giant digit, probing the deepest parts of her vaginal cavity while she bathed in the hypnotic pleasure of her Master's power.

She didn't know if she was the only one who knew Rob was brainwashing them and the others - whether any of the mothers were cognizant, or any of his students, Violet included, but she no longer cared. Master was right, because he was always right, and he was dead-on about how much Helen enjoyed being mind-fucked and hypnotized, turned into any obedient, thoughtless puppet. Making her mind as pliable and moldable as her body. Twisting her super-flexible, elastic body into a vessel for pleasure. That was why she must have ran into so many mind-controlling supervillains in her past, she realized after their talk. She was denying her own fetish and was subconsciously seeking them out, to enjoy the tawdry thrill of it all, over and over.

You are thankful the Master came into your life. You are grateful he owns you and your daughter...

Thank god Rob Daily came into their lives. Helen was so grateful he was Violet's teacher and their Master.

Helen continued to let Rob's spiral, colourful screens and the soft, hypnotic voices of the program flood every aspect of her mind, warping her entire self, while her clumped-up fingers slammed deep into her cervix, her belly spasming in constant twinges of pain and pleasure. She was sure she had lost track of time, again. The lessons were all in two hour blocks, but Helen was so starving for more, she would consume multiple days of lessons in one-sitting, or repeating previously visited lessons on loop, drifting away into the endless nirvana of hypnotic stupour and submissive bliss.

However, her blissful dive into the depths of submission had to end eventually, Helen waking up after over four hours of subliminal learning and mindless masturbation. Gingerly, she put away the VR headset, treating it like an object of great importance, her heart already racing imagining the next time she entered this world. Then, she quickly cleaned up, just in time for Violet to return from school.

Helen's heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of her lovely daughter, dressed in her skimpy school girl uniform, her tartan skirt so short, anyone could clearly see she wasn't wearing any panties. Helen always found her precious daughter an adorable girl, but now that she confident enough to show off her lithe, slender body and whatever anxiety and self-doubts that weighed her down had been vanished, taken away by Mr. Daily and his guidance. Violet's eyes were bright and full, no longer darting about nervously, and she was constantly smiling - it could be shy, bold, happy, sly, or seductive in turn. Mr. Daily and his Slut Class and invoked a total transformation in Violet, and Helen couldn't be happier with it.

"Hi, mom!" Violet greeted cheerfully, taking short steps to reach Helen. She was still practicing walking in high heels. Helen suppressed some giggles, Violet quickly deciding to ditch them and make the remainder of the journey in stockinged feet.

"How was your day, dear" Helen asked, greeting her daughter with a big hug and an even bigger kiss, Violet standing on her tippy-toes to meet her mother, her mouth hot and hungry. "Hmm... you're quite late, actually." Helen said, glancing at the clock. In all of her own fun, she had totally lost track of time.

"Sorry I didn't call, but Mr. Daily asked a few of us to stay after class." Pride creeped into Violet's voice and smile. "He said 'It's getting harder and harder to go an entire class without just fucking you hot sluts'. So, he wanted me, Raven, Star, one of the Gwens, Chie, and Yukiko to stay behind to service him. He personally told me that he was dying to cum inside my jailbait pussy."

Violet's smile grew ever bigger, a titter of laughter punctuating it, as Helen kissed her again. "You mean Mr. Daily asked for you to personally milk his cock after school? I'm so proud of you, dear."

"Thanks, mom. He really is wonderful, and I think I might be one of favourites."

"That's my girl. I always knew you had it in you to be such a doting sex-****."

Helen returned to her seat at the couch, expecting Violet to sit next to her. Instead, her daughter knelt before Helen and the couch, resting her head on her mother's juicy thighs, which Helen found unusual, but not strange.

Violet, however, made no indication something was up, still happily telling her mom about her day. "Yeah..." A dreamy, schoolgirl sigh followed, something Helen had heard from her daughter before, usually relating to whatever crush she had developed. But now, now Violet had a real man to worship and love. "We actually got to talking during and after he was fucking me. About how I was feeling with everything. And, well..."

Now, something seemed strange, Helen observed, watching her daughter almost revert back to how she was. Shrinking away, just ever-so slightly. Such a minor gesture that only a mother could see it. "What is it, Vi?"

"Hmm, well..." Violet murmured, a touch shier than she was before. She turned her head away, but Helen **** her to look at her. Another smile began to trickle through. "We were talking about sex. What I liked and didn't so far. And, I had been thinking this before, but Master said I seemed like a natural submissive. Someone who enjoys being ordered and dominated by my partner. By bigger, stronger, older... more beautiful men... and women..."

It took a moment for Helen to put it all together, but between Violet's specific choice of words and her pleading gaze, large eyes shimmering and wavering in approval and affirmation, that it clicked in Helen's mind.

"Violet, honey..." She began, slowly, one hand stroking her silky raven locks. One of her legs began to stretch outward, slowly snaking it's way around Violet's slender form, a rope of muscle and flesh binding her body. Both mother and daughter barely paid attention. To Helen, the action seemed subconscious "Are you asking me, your own mother, that you want me to dominate you? Bully you and boss you around? Order you and control you sexually?"

Violet's scarlet cheeks, hopeful eyes, and quivering lip were all the answer she needed.

Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, Helen let out a soft sigh, the idea coming to her in a spark of inspiration. Violet was so sweet and so innocent - her status as **** and slut notwithstanding - that she seemed to make the perfect pet, a most excellent thrall and servant. So eager to please, so excited to belong, possessed of such a wanting to be happy and content. How beautiful she would be serving a burly, strong, domineering man like Mr. Daily...

Or a thick, curvaceous, busty ex-superheroine like herself.

Helen tightened her leg around her daughter, squeezing her, not too tight, but just enough for her to feel it. Violet squirmed and mewled, as Helen considered her daughter in another new light. She was already a beautiful, sexual creature, and if Master enjoyed dominating her so much, why shouldn't she give it a try?

"Well, dear, I'm a little sweaty after my lessons today," Helen began, looking down on her submissive daughter with a superior smirk. "So, I'm going to take a shower. For starters, when I get out, I would love to have a glass of wine waiting for me. Then, you can make dinner for tonight. If you do a good job, mommy might let you lick her asshole clean. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, mom! I'm happy to serve and obey!"

Apartment: 3-A: The Possible Household

"Oh, Kimmie, I don't know about this..."

"Come on, mom, you look great. All the guys at the club are going to love you!"

Ann Possible stepped out of the bedroom to join her daughter, two matching in little black dresses and heels, ready for a night on the town. It was Kim's idea, of course, an evening of "mother-daughter bonding". It felt silly - Ann really wanted to find common ground with her daughter - but even after her sexual awakening as a slut and ****, she was still slightly embarrassed by all of this. The sexy clothing and the posts to her new social media account... it was a little overwhelming.

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The shape of Kim's cute butt in that dress sure did help, though. As did the yearning look of desire in her eyes.

"Don't be so shy." Kim teased, seeing her mom blush and smile shyly. Her hands began to caress Ann's body, running down the sharp curves formed by the tight, slinky dress. "Hmm, you look so good right now..."

"So do you Kimmy-cub..." Ann could struggle at time with her new life, feeling out of her depth, but Kim was her anchor to this new world. She loved her daughter, wanted to do right by her and her Master, so whenever she felt panicked or confused, Ann just had to look into their eyes and feel herself settle right back in.

"So... are we ready to go, then?"

"One more thing, first!" Kim quickly fished her phone out of her handbag, holding it up and holding her mother close, hips and boobs pressing against one another. Kim opened up Slutter and hit record.

"Hey there, everyone~ It's your girls @ImpossibleSlut and @ImpossibleMILF!" Kim went full influence mode, bold and warm and alluring, sticking her tongue out and flashing a peace sign, while Ann gave a small smile and waved, cute and polite. She still needed to work on her Slutter persona, get comfortable with streaming and documenting her new life. "We're gonna be hitting the clubs tonight, so if any of you hot studs and bitches are in and around Port Reyes tonight, be sure to stop by and say 'hi'!" Kim them bumped Ann with her hip. "Isn't that right, mom?"

Looking at the camera, knowing Kim would post this and then an ungodly amount of people would watch, a boldness overtook Ann, something she had never experience before. Her smile grew, her eyes sharpened, as she turned Kim's head towards her. "That's right, sweetie. In fact, here's a preview if you do drop by."

Gazing into her daughter's stunning eyes, Ann's heart swelled with pride and joy, thankful for her awakening to her true self: a horny, incestuous babe. Pushing aside her worries and misgivings, with the phone still recording them, Ann pulled Kim into a long, sensual kiss, tongues swirling in an endless loop, lewd moans echoing loudly through the apartment and captured by the phone's receiver, mother and daughter becoming one.

Quickly, after being posted, Kim's video went viral on Slutter. Which in turn led to plenty of their fans venturing out to say 'hi'. Ann loved their mother-daughter outings, especially when a few others got involved.

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Wednesday gagged and moaned, struggling to breath around the thick, throbbing shaft. The deathly cold girl had been overwhelmed, her sexual inexperience trumping her cool confidence and desire to please. But still, she would not give up. Even as her eyes watered and cum and saliva dribbled out of her mouth and nose, she would not give up. Even as her throat spasmed and tensed, soar and raw, Wednesday coughing and letting out a series of wet, sloppy, lewd noises, she would not give up. Even with her lipstick and mascara running into black smudges along her pale face and her Master's cock... Wednesday would not give up.

Because Master and his pleasure was more important than her discomfort. He was more important than anything.

"GLLRK SLLRRK SLLLAGH!!!" Wednesday wetly moaned, running her plump lips down the entirety of Rob's engorged cock, tip to base, over and over. It twitched against her tongue and cheeks, the slick, sticky flesh tasting heavenly.

"Holy fuck Wednesday, you horny little bitch!" Rob said, lording over the moody goth girl giving him full service. Much as he did love his big-titty goth GF slut, in a similar vein as breaking bitches like Cersei and Odalia, he enjoyed shattering her dour and unflappable demeanour, reducing her to a cum-guzzling whore. "But I do appreciate all your hard work, babe. Your felatio skills have definitely improved. Keep up the effort!"

"AGGLAGH SLRRKR GLUUK!!!" Wednesday responded, as best she could.

"I am so happy my daughter is so appealing to you, darling." Morticia slithered in behind Rob, holding onto him while offering him a drink. He had made good on his promise for after-dinner cocktails, Morticia doting on his every need while Rob drank and Wednesday feasted on cock.

The tall, willowy figure of Morticia loomed over Rob, as he downed the drink she had just made in seconds, Morticia staring down at her daughter and her devastated, fuck-drunk state. She smiled, proudly. "In addition to her sexual skills, she even took to heart your need to instill artistic abilities to her. Look."

Motioning to a portrait on the wall, Rob followed the gesturing of Morticia, finding a framed picture, drawn in multiple panels, depicting a story. It was scratchy and abstract in it's styling, dark yet erotic, depicting a Wednesday all in black latex - almost like a nun - lording over a group of identical, literally faceless blonde girls, cowering before the dark herald that was Wednesday. Black, gloomy goo extended from Wednesday onto one of the blondes, the infection quickly leaping from one to the other until all were swallowed up, cocooned in latex. The cocoon split apart in the next panel, revealing the blondes transformed into identical chalk-skinned, black hair gothic nuns, smiling blankly and darkly, before joining Wednesday in worship of their god.

A shiver of joy ran up Rob's spine. Sure, the art class stuff was a smokescreen for his true intentions with the girls, but how could he not be proud of Wednesday and her effort? Dark and erotic and unsettling and alluring, depicting her view of the world - beforehand and after Rob warped it. He expected nothing less from Wednesday Addams.

Giving her a proud, fatherly smile, Rob grabbed onto both of Wednesday pigtails and pulled, slamming her face into his crotch, forcing her to engulf his whole cock. Wednesday struggled in shock, strangling on the thick piece of meat, and then **** on the flood of cum he deposited straight into her waiting gullet. Wednesday gurgled and cried, her entire body convulsing, more seed backflowing out of her mouth and nose. She looked so over-full, Rob wouldn't have been surprised if semen began to spurt out of her ears.

Wednesday twisted and struggled and whined, totally broken but hopelessly trapped, while Morticia watched on passively with mute, erotic appeal.

Eventually, Rob relented, releasing Wednesday who gasped for breath, before doubling over and retching, violently spewing a stream of cum back up and onto the floor. She heaved and hacked and hurled, but a smile remained all the while. Master had been pleased by her deepthroat technique, by her art. How could she be upset or in pain in a moment like this.

Wrapping and arm around Morticia in sudden, possessive motion, his cock erect and ready still, Rob looked down at the supine, broken Wednesday. "Now, be sure to lick clean that mess, dear." He ordered her, softly. "Your mother works hard to keep this place clean, and I worked even harder to fill your belly with that cum. In the meantime, I'm going to see if I can destroy one of your mom's holes the way I destroyed your throat."

Morticia trilled in excitement while Wednesday nodded grimly.

"Oh, how wonderful. I look forward to becoming a broken, mind-addled slut like my daughter."

"Yes, my Master. Please forgive this slut. I'll do anything for you."

Hey, hey! Chapter 50 by the end of the year! Normally when I set goals like this, I fail miserably. Hope everyone has enjoyed the story so far, next week, we'll have two special treats before things continue. Happy New Year everyone!