You are an Addams woman, my daughter.

Wednesday didn't know how long it had been since she had almost passed from life to ****, but she felt a tongue and kisses awaken her senses, nails deliciously grazing her skin, firmly but without piercing her sensitive skin. She smiled weakly, knowing the break was over.

• Get up, my daughter, one day is more than enough for an Addams woman to recover. I can't wait to continue my cruel program to educate you. Show me how you make love to a woman.

Wednesday nodded. Her mother knew about Enid. Bowing her head, she finished undressing and did the same with her mother. She got on her knees and began kissing her mother's sex and clitoris.

Morticia stroked her daughter's hair as she used her tongue and mouth to honor the intimate lips of her mother's vagina, while her fingers honored the clitoris.

Morticia exhaled a hoarse sigh, her fingers digging deeper into Wednesday's dark hair, guiding the rhythm of her expert tongue. The wet heat between her thighs pulsed in time with her daughter's insistent licks.

Morticia grasped a double-ended dildo that would allow them to penetrate each other. Wednesday smiled and licked her lips. Morticia smiled.

• Greedy as ever, my little devil, lubricate the dildo on both sides to make yourself useful.

Wednesday grasped the dildo with one languid hand, her pale fingers curled around the base while with the other, she spread a trail of icy lubricant over the smooth surface. A shiver ran down her spine as the sticky substance oozed through her fingers, and she couldn't suppress a low moan as she saw her mother spread her legs wider, revealing the wet, swollen sex.

• Lie down, Wednesday.

Wednesday lay back, Morticia smiled cruelly and shoved the dildo into Wednesday's sex as if she were a dagger.

Morticia pushed the dildo in with a slow, calculated motion, her dark eyes burning with cruel satisfaction as Wednesday arched her back, a hoarse gasp escaping her.

• Ah, you're killing me, Mother, it hurts so much, aah.
• Yes, pleasure and pain run in our family, our signature, but no, once is enough, my goal is to **** you with this dildo.

With that, she straddled the other half of the double-ended dildo and pushed herself in, literally impaling herself.

• Ah, it hurts so much.

Wednesday felt the dildo slam into the back of her vagina, and she cried out in pain.

• I love it when you scream, but you'll never suffer like you made me suffer at your birth. It lasted so long, it was ecstatic.

With that, she began to thrust back and forth as if she wanted to destroy her daughter and her own vagina. It was brutal and wild.

Morticia's hips pounded with merciless precision, each thrust drawing a muffled gasp from Wednesday's lips. The double-sided toy stretched them both obscenely, the slick slosh of flesh and silicone punctuating the air.

Morticia was insatiable. She held Wednesday's arms above her head, leaning down to bite her daughter's nipples, almost tearing them off before becoming gentle again, resuming her **** with her pelvis, which was now ramming into her daughter's intimate lips, devastating her vagina with the dildo.

• Ohh mmmm I ahh yes I'm hurting oh yesss

Morticia's fingers dug deeper into Wednesday's wrists, her nails tracing red stanzas on her translucent skin. She slowed for a moment, savoring her daughter's convulsive tremors, before resuming her movement with calculated brutality. The double-ended dildo slammed between their bodies, each thrust eliciting a mixture of sobs and moans from Wednesday.

Morticia grimaced with satisfaction and said,

• This is ****, my daughter, you'll remember this.

She redoubled her ****. She redoubled her ****, her hips pounding Wednesday's body with methodical fury, each impact causing a strangled cry to erupt from her daughter's throat. Wednesday's swollen lips trembled, her damp skin glistening in the dim candlelight, as the dildo pounded into her innermost walls with calculated brutality.

As Morticia withdrew only to return to the **** more brutally, Wednesday felt a change in the size and thickness of her penis. She saw Lurch leaning over her, and she screamed in terror.

• Not Lurch, Mother, his penis is so monstrous...

She didn't have time to finish her sentence; the penis had impaled her to the hilt, and Lurch was lifting her up to push it deeper and deeper.

Lurch lifted her like a rag doll, his monstrous member tearing at Wednesday's already sensitive flesh. She screamed, her nails digging into the butler's massive shoulders, while Morticia, still straddling the other end of the dildo, snorted with a hoarse laugh.

• Look how she's struggling, Lurch. She'll like it.

-Yes, mistress.

She circled around and sodomized the daughter Lurch had handed over to her, lifting her up, even though she had to climb onto the bed to be at the right height.

The pain was electric, burning, every additional inch leaving her muscles clenching in futile resistance. Now impaled by the gigantic servant stretching her vagina while her mother plowed into her rectum, she was nothing more than a puppet, a rag.

She could barely cry out her agony anymore; she was beyond it, but her pleasure still demanded more. She had never believed it possible to endure so much pain without dying instantly.

Lurch now pulled his monstrous cock out and re-entered Wednesday's core in one fell swoop, as Morticia commanded, drawing heart-rending cries from Wednesday, whose fingers clawed in vain at the unfeeling servant's back. The pain was unbearable, every additional centimeter was a physical **** on her body. She felt her stomach buckle under the intrusion, her insides **** to adjust to this impossible thickness.

Her mother howled with laughter, screaming as she pounded into her daughter's anus,

• You're an Addams woman now, like me.

Morticia's words echoed like a curse as Lurch pushed even deeper, his brutal mass crushing Wednesday's last resistance. She felt her muscles tear, an unbearable burning sensation radiating from her pelvis to her ribs, as if her stomach would burst under the pressure.

Wednesday didn't know how long it lasted; orgasms came, but she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure; it was the legacy of the Addams Family. Impaled alive, she finally lost consciousness as Lurch came inside her in a torrent of sperm.