Mark Of A Real Man

You pull out slowly, feeling your softening cock release the last few drops of cum into Morticia's waiting mouth. She moans greedily as she laps at your shaft, sucking any remaining semen from the tip before taking you deeper to clean every inch. Her tongue swirls around the base, under the head, tasting you with practiced enthusiasm. When she's satisfied she's gotten every last drop, she pulls back with a satisfied smirk, showing you the creamy white filling her mouth.

"This is what I needed, darling," she purrs, before swallowing it down with a pleased hum. Her hands move to cup your balls, gently massaging them as she gazes up at you with lust-filled eyes.

The door swings open with a loud creak, revealing Wednesday standing in the doorway. Her expression remains neutral at first, but then she focuses on the scene before her—her mother on her knees with your softening cock still glistening from her mouth. For a second, she just stands there silently, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. Then, slowly, her lips curl into a smirk.

"Well, well, well," Wednesday drawls, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do we have here? Mommy making friends?" She steps inside, closing the door behind her with deliberate slowness.

Wednesday's grip on her mother's hair is firm but not painful; at least not at first. She pushes forward without hesitation, shoving your semi-hard cock deep into Morticia's throat. A wet gagging sound fills the bathroom as Morticia's eyes bulge in surprise. Wednesday holds her there for a moment, watching her mother struggle before finally releasing her hair to let her breathe.

"You really didn't think you'd get to keep all the fun to yourself, did you?" Wednesday asks with a cool smirk. She kneels down beside her mother, her dark eyes locked onto yours as she reaches out to trace a finger along the base of your cock. Her touch is light, teasing.

"But since you're already here..."

"Being hoes seem to run in the family." you commented, smirking at the two women falling in love with your cock and its size.

Wednesday barks out a short emotionless laugh at your words, her smirk widening. "Oh, you have no idea," she purrs, her fingers wrapping around your shaft to give it a slow stroke. Her touch is firm, almost possessive as she guides your cock towards her face. Meanwhile, Morticia recovers from her ****, wiping at the corners of her mouth with a lust-drunk expression.

"Don't mind my daughter, darling," she says, though she speaks in a husky, breathless way. "She's... ah... eager to please." Wednesday rolls her eyes dramatically at her mother's words before opening her mouth wide, taking you inside without preamble.

Wednesday's throat convulses around your cock as you thrust forward, not giving her a chance to adjust. Her hands grip your thighs instinctively, nails digging in slightly as you fuck her mouth with the same intensity you gave her mother. Tears form at the corners of her eyes but she doesn't resist; if anything, she accepts it with silent defiance. Her nose bumps against your pelvis on every thrust, the wet sounds of her gagging mixing with the occasional quiet whimper.

Morticia watches with rapt attention, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she observes her daughter being used. "She likes it rough," Morticia murmurs, kneeling beside Wednesday and petting her hair almost lovingly.

Hours went by and it didn't take long for both mother and daughter's heads bob in time with your thrusts, their combined efforts creating a wet, sloppy rhythm. Wednesday gags and splutters, but keeps her throat relaxed, accepting every inch. Morticia's grip on her hair is tight, almost cruel, but Wednesday takes it without complaint, even pushing back slightly as if to encourage more. The air fills with the sounds of slurping, gagging, and the occasional muffled moan.

After a few minutes of this, you feel your balls tightening again. The two Addams women sense it, intensifying their efforts, both looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Wednesday's eyes go wide as she feels your cock pulse inside her throat, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she swallows desperately, muscles working around your shaft as she gulps down your cum. Some leaks from the corners of her mouth, forming white trails down her chin, but most of it is swallowed. Her hands clutch at your thighs, nails digging in harder as she fights to breathe through her nose. Tears stream down her face, mixing with saliva and precum.

Beside her, Morticia watches with dark eyes, licking her lips hungrily.

As Wednesday finishes swallowing, you pull out of her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. She slumps against the wall, chest heaving as she recovers from the intense experience. Morticia quickly moves in, licking up the cum trails on Wednesday's face and chin before pulling her into a passionate kiss, sharing your taste between them.

Wednesday manages between breaths, but her hand is already moving to cup her mother's breast. Morticia responds by pressing closer, deepening the kiss as her free hand snakes between Wednesday's legs. The air fills with the wet sounds of both women's arousal, punctuated by Wednesday's quiet moans. "That was delicious, darling." commented Morticia.

Upon feeling kind of woozy, like all this action had made you feel drained. But before you could say anything about it, Morticia offers you a drink, something to help you feel more energize and ready for more sessions.

You don't even get to protest before Morticia has the glass pressed to your lips. The liquid inside smells sweet, almost honeyed, with an undertone you can't quite place. Your body betrays you as she pours it into your mouth, your limbs feeling heavy almost instantly.

"I think you've earned a little rest, darling," Morticia murmurs with that same sultry purr. Her face swims in your vision as you feel yourself sliding down the wall. The last thing you see before darkness claims you is Wednesday kneeling beside you, her fingers brushing your cheek as she leans in to whisper, "Sweet dreams." Their voices blur together in the distance as unconsciousness takes hold.

Your consciousness returns gradually, awareness seeping back into your body like liquid pouring into a cup. The first thing you register is the weight pressing down on you—Morticia and Wednesday's asses squeezing your cock between them as they grind together. The soft, warm pressure makes your breath catch as you fully wake up.

Morticia looks over her shoulder at you with a wicked grin. "There he is," she purrs, shifting slightly to make your cock twitch between their bodies. Wednesday glances back too, biting her lower lip as she continues rocking against her mother's ass. Their combined movements make it impossible to stay soft for long.

Your consciousness returns gradually, awareness seeping back into your body like liquid pouring into a cup. The first thing you register is the weight pressing down on you; Morticia and Wednesday's asses squeezing your cock between them as they grind together. The soft, warm pressure makes your breath catch as you fully wake up.

You test the restraint, pulling at the rope with what little strength you have left. It holds firm—tightly tied, professionally knotted. Your other hand meets the same resistance when you check. Looking around, you see more ropes securing your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving you spread-eagled and utterly helpless.

Morticia chuckles darkly at your struggle, wiggling her hips slightly to tease you more. "We thought you might appreciate... some assistance," she says, speaking quietly. "Wednesday and I have been so lonely while you slept." She reaches back to spread her ass wider, giving you a perfect view of where your cock disappears between them.

Wednesday's grin is positively feral as she looks back at you, her dark eyes glistening with lust. "Yes," she purrs, pressing her ass harder against your trapped cock. "You had your fun, now it's ours." She leans forward slightly, shifting her weight to drag her pussy along the length of your shaft through the slick heat of her mother's ass.

Morticia arches her back, rolling her hips to create delicious friction between your bodies. "We've been waiting so patiently," she murmurs, reaching back to play with her own nipples. "Now we'll show you what it feels like to be the one getting taken."

"Fuck...you hoes are naughty..."

You could feel your balls churning like you had been going for hours, how was that possible? Did they continue doing this the whole time you were knocked out?

"Yes," Wednesday answers breathlessly, still moving with relentless precision. "Hours and hours." She grinds down especially hard, her pussy quivering against your shaft as she speaks. "We couldn't stop. Couldn't help ourselves."

Morticia laughs, the sound throaty and dark. "The moment we saw you starting to wake up... oh, we were so eager." She presses back even harder, drawing a groan from both of you. "Your cock stays so hard for us, darling. So ready. It's delicious."

Your body betrays you, blood surging south as their combined heat and movement wrings pleasure from your every nerve. Your cock pulses helplessly between their bodies, thick ropes of cum erupting to coat both Morticia and Wednesday's asses. They moan in unison, pressing back harder to milk every last drop from you. Your seed drips down the cleft of Morticia's ass, some catching in the crease between her thighs while the rest soaks into Wednesday's pussy folds.

"Seriously, you didn't even last five minutes?" she teased, rubbing herself against the mess you've made.

"Oh dear! Quite the glorious performance~" Morticia arches her back further, reaching back to smear your cum across her skin before bringing her fingers to her mouth.

"They say the mark of a real man is how well he covers his women," she purrs around your fingers.