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[Author's Note: I am LONG overdue for a new Wednesday Addams story. it seems my last one was January 13, 2016. I actually have a few ideas for her on the back burner, I'd even had one in mind for last Halloween Month, but it didn't work out.
This story idea was inspired by a piece of cartoon porn featuring Wednesday and Morticia Addams. If I can find the link I'll post it with the story. Of course the whole story couldn't revolve around what Morticia does to this innocent girl, so that's just the beginning...
I hope you enjoy "The Addams Family: Karma Wednesday" ~ G]

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[ORIGINAL; Dark Fantasy
Pedo Incest
F/g Masturbation
g/g/b
Masturbation Cumshot
Oral Sex 1st Time]

Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH PERSONS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE, NOR DOES HE CONDONE ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY BETWEEN FAMILY MEMBERS. THIS STORY ALSO CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTIVITY BETWEEN PRETEEN CHARACTERS.

"They're creepy and they're kooky
Mysterious and spooky
They're all together ooky
The Addams family

Their house is a museum
Where people come to see 'em
They really are a scre - am
The Addams family

(Neat)

(Sweet)

(Petite)

So get the witches shawl on
A broom stick you can crawl on
We're gonna pay a call on
The Ad -
Dams
Fam -
I -
Ly

(snap, snap)"

                        The Addams Family: The Lost Episodes

                                     "Karma Wednesday"
(You know what they say, "What Goes Around Comes Around"...)

Wednesday Friday Addams came from a unique and unusual family. Which of course meant Wednesday herself was unique and unusual herself.

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The eleven year old was very unique compared to other girls her age. She was tall for one thing, and a whole lot smarter for another. Wednesday wore her jet black hair in pigtails, and ALWAYS dressed all in black [like her mother]. Her below-the-knee length dresses had white lapels, but the rest was black, as were her shoes and knee-length socks [as well as her unmentionables].
Along with being highly intelligent, Wednesday was very serious and quiet. She was never a troublesome child, always obeying her parents. [Well, there WAS the sadistic stuff with her brother, but her parents didn't SEEM to mind...]
Still, Wednesday lived a "sheltered" life. Aside from going to school the always pale [her whole family was in fact], always black-lipsticked hardly ever left the house. For the most part though Wednesday didn't seem to mind. After all, people outside of her family were so "weird".
Though living a sheltered life as she did, Wednesday wasn't "street smart" like girls nowadays tended to be. The preteen was very innocent, and naive to the extreme. But fortunately she wasn't all that curious of a girl to begin with.
But she didn't know the dangers of the world around her, dangers that at times were not so far away... She drifted through life, oblivious of such dangers, and up until now had been very fortunate not to fall victim to such dangers around her.

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If only Wednesday had known the dangers. Maybe things would have turned out different... Or maybe Wednesday wouldn't have even cared.
But why should a girl her age have to worry about the dangers lurking around her, when her loving family was supposed to he there to protect such an innocent child? Wednesday had her father, Gomez. Then there was her mother, Morticia, who was much taller than her husband. There was her old, kindly uncle Fester, her Granmama, cousin It, and even Lurch, their houseman.
Wednesday should have been protected from the dangers of the world, the dangers of life itself. That's what family does, until a child grows up, matures, and can handle the world and life him or herself.
At one point, the only "danger" Wednesday had to experience was her body itself. Her changing body, since girls hit puberty earlier than boys do. Her sweet, tall slim body was as of yet curveless. She had a very narrow waist, coltish thighs, skinny arms.
But Wednesday did have a cute, rounded butt, slightly out of proportion what the her body. Though what was really out of proportion was the size of her eleven year old breasts; They were MASSIVE! The girl had been an early bloomer, and was now sporting some amazing-sized tits, high and firm despite their size, with brown areolae, large and oval-shaped.

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Wednesday had been afraid her mother would be jealous of her attributes [after all, Morticia was super tall and skinny - no tits OR ass on her].  So she turned to Granmama for advice. She knew a thing or two about oversized boobs, and bought Wednesday's first training bra.
Which the girl outgrew quick. Knowing Wednesday's mother, Granmama started buying her minimizer bras. Plus it helped that Wednesday always wore black, making her breasts look smaller too.
Now that Wednesday had her betraying body under control [sort of anyhow...], she could relax again, not worried about any more surprises. What else could betray her?
Actually, you'd be surprised. The ones who trust the most can have a secret nature you don't know about. Or that they themselves don't even know about...
Wednesday's mother Morticia was in many ways your ordinary, loving mother, even if she was far from ordinary. Morticia loved and cared for her family, especially her children, Wednesday and Pugsley. She would NEVER feed them to her Venus Flytrap which was as tall as Morticia, oh no.
Like any mother would, she took care of her family's needs and wants. Cooking, sewing, disciplining when necessary. Lurch did the cleaning. Morticia cared about her family's well-being. Especially her children's.
But even moreso Wednesday's. After all, Morticia could relate to her daughter best, being that she was female like her. She remembered all too well what it was like being an eleven year old girl.

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Reminiscing about her childhood years, Morticia thought about how much more "well-adjusted" Wednesday was than she had been at her age. She also noticed how much more beautiful her daughter was than she'd been...
The woman was soon surprised to find herself becoming aroused. By her own daughter.
Morticia had only been sexually aroused by one person her whole life, and that was Gomez Addams, her beloved husband. She had always made sure to take care of his sexual needs like any good, loving wife. Even to this day, they were still active in bed. Morticia loved servicing her husband. He may have been short in stature, but "big and tall" down where it really counted. She adored her husband's cock, especially his sexual stamina.
So why was she having sexual thoughts and feelings suddenly for her daughter??? Morticia wondered. Like Wednesday, she wasn't very street smart, in many ways she was as innocent and definitely naive regarding a great many things.
And one of those things was girl-girl sex. She didn't even know such a thing existed. What satisfaction could one female give another? Morticia again wondered.
But she couldn't stop thinking about Wednesday like that. In fact Morticia caught herself masturbating and fantasizing about her daughter. She imagined herself touching her daughter's young pussy as she was touching hers. Morticia wondered if hers was as hairy... She herself had started sprouting her own heavy pubes around the age of eight.

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Day-by-day, Morticia kept thinking about her daughter more and more, her desire growing, escalating. Until her curiosity got the best of her. She couldn't take any more. Morticia had to have Wednesday.
One day the mother and daughter had the house to themselves. Uncle Fester, Gomez and Pugsley had accompanied Granmama out to the old cemetery behind the Addams mansion, to help her gather grave moss and other nocturnal foliage that grew in the moonlight, for her brews.
Morticia had a room for herself downstairs, where she could be alone and think when she wanted to, if thinking was what she wanted to do. Gomez made it clear to the rest of the Addamses never to disturb Morticia when she went in there and closed the door.
"Not even if the housr is on fire," He added, chomping down on his cigar.
Morticia, in her extra long black, very clinging dress, shuffled from her special room downstairs, stopping outside the door.
"Wednesday!" She called out.
Moments later, the girl stood at the top of the great staircase.
"Yes, mother?" She asked, unsuspecting as ever.
"Ahhh, there you are, dear," Morticia smiled up at her daughter. "Please come on down here."
"Yes, mother," Wednesday responded obediently.
She made her way down the long staircase and across the parlor floor. She looked up at her mother expectantly.
"Please come inside," Morticia said, smiling again, as she put her hand behind her daughter's back and guided her within.

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Wednesday didn't even think about the fact that she was in her mother's "inner sanctum", as the woman closed the door behind them.
The room was decorated in blacks and deep reds: The wall-to-wall carpeting, the walls with their ancient tapestries, the Victorian-style furniture, the bits of antiques laid out around the window-less room. Wednesday liked it.
Morticia's daughter's skin felt ice cold under her long-fingered hand through her dress, exciting the mother of two. She contained herself, as she led the girl to one of her favorite pieces of furniture, one she could lay on when she wished.
Morticia sat down, then eased her daughter down onto her narrow lap. Wednesday allowed her to, as she'd allowed her mother to lead her into the room.
"My dear, I couldn't help noticing you lately..." Morticia said, placing her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "How much you've been changing."
Innocently the girl stood stock-still on her mother's lap, naive totally to her mother's plans. It wasn't often her parents touched her, and a child lives for their parent's touch you know. Si she decided to enjoy it while it lasted.
Morticia's hand eased down her daughter's skinny arms, skinny like her own. Soon they passed over her hands and down onto her coltish thighs through her dress. Wednesday was still oblivious to what was going on.

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Even when her mother began to ease her dress up closely. She was a little confused, since she had never done anything like that before, but the feel of her mother's fingers, her nails, on her pale thighs felt nice.
But the higher up her dress slid, the more confused Wednesday grew. She could feel her mother's cold breath on her exposed neck. She found herself afraid to move or speak. Did mothers do things like this to their own daughters? Wednesday wondered.
Soon her dress was up around her narrow waist. Morticia gazed down over her daughter's shoulder at her inticing thighs and the crotch of her black underwear. Her eyes glazed over with lust, desire, as her pussy grew wetter.
Wednesday could feel her mother's eyes on her most intimate place. She blushed, but her skin was so white you couldn't tell.
Then her mother's hand slid to her crotch. She began to rub the girl's pussy through her underwear. Wednesday let out a soft moan. Morticia felt her daughter's body begin to relax against her. She pressed her hand more firmly against her pussy. She squirmed once and moaned again.
Wednesday didn't understand what her body was doing, why it was reacting as it was. She was frightened but excited as well, confused by that feeling of arousal, so new other. Again she wondered why her mother would do this to her, take advantage of her innocence this way.

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Her confusion mixed with mortification and arousal, making her unsure how to feel. And she was too scared to question her mother, afraid she'd get upset. And Wednesday never upset her mother.
Then her mother's hand pulled away from her crotch, and the girl breathed a sigh if relief. Until her other hand came around, grasping one side of the waistband of her underwear as her other hand grabbed the other side. Horror cascaded over her, as her mother eases down her underwear. Her heavy pelt of dark pubes came into view. Morticia licked her black-lipsticked lips at the sight of her daughter's unshaven slot.
She watched, as Wednesday's underwear glided down her thighs, past her knees, over her calves and off of her feet. She let them drop to the floor.
Wednesday stifled a gasp, as her mother gently eased her thighs apart. Her hand returned to her pussy, her now underwear-less pussy. Her now wet pussy. The girl squirmed again, inadvertently grinding her rounded butt against her mother's already overly I stimulated crotch.
Morticia slid her middle finger between the swollen lips of her young daughter's pussy. With her other hand she used the same finger to molest her swollen clit, peeking out of its hood. Her daughter was very wet by then.
Eyes wide with shock, Wednesday writhed and moaned as her mother masturbated her. It felt good, but somehow she knew it was so very wrong.

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Not that she could do anything about it. Wednesday had seemed to lose control of all of her bodily function, including the ability to speak. It was like she was only a marionette, her mother the puppet master [one of Wednesday's favorite movie series]. Her young, fragile body was betraying her, though the feelings she was feeling weren't half bad...
Wednesday was gasping and groaning and whimpering, her young pussy a flooding swamp. Her body stiffened up, then she cried out in orgasm, her very first.
And she passed out.
When she came to, she was alone. Morticia had slipped out from under her, leaving the room. She licked her fingers clean of her daughter's juices as she went. Wednesday's skirt was still up around her waist, her underwear on the floor. Legs wide open, the girl could see the dry stain on the cushion between her legs.
The girl gasped. It hadn't been her imagination. It had really happened. Her mother had molested her!
Grabbing her underwear, she quickly jumped up and put them back on, confused and ashamed. Wednesday blamed herself for what had happened, too confused and naive to lay the blame where it belonged. She rushed out of the room and up to her room, glad she hadn't run into anyone, especially not her mother. She couldn't handle that right then.

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Wednesday wanted to cry, but that wasn't her style. She tried to  sleep, but she only tossed and turned for hours. Visions of her molestation ran rampant through her head, haunting her. She was too young and innocent to truly appreciate the implications of what Morticia had done, it pretty much hurt head trying to make sense of what had happened.
Finally Wednesday decided she just had to get out of the house, to be able to think clearly. But she didn't want to leave her bedroom and head downstairs, afraid and ashamed if running into any of her family getting to the front door. Plus she didn't want anyone to know she'd gone out anyhow.
So out the window Wednesday climbed, scurrying down the side of the house like weasel. She slipped through the overgrown yard and out the front gate.
It was twilight out. The girl easily blended in with the shadows. Dark, brooding thoughts assailed her mind. The idea of doing a series of wicked, cruel acts upon Pugsley crosses Wednesday's mind, but she was sure that wouldn't make her feel better this time.
Wednesday wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She was lost in her thoughts, which were going darker just as the night was around her.
Without realizing it, Wednesday entered a park. A rundown park, overgrown in many places. But children still came her to play. Even sometimes after dark...

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It was the sound of giggling and laughter that shook Wednesday from her thoughts. A dark cloud still hung over the girl though.
Wednesday followed the sounds, coming upon a younger girl and boy. The girl had red hair, in a ponytail, and she had freckles, lots of them. The boy had blonde hair, but he looked a lot like the girl. The were sister and brother.
Wednesday smiled at the sight of them. But when Wednesday Friday Addams smiled, it was never a good thing.
The girl saw her first.
"Hi!" She called out waving.
The boy looked in the direction his sister was waving, and saw her too.
Wednesday didn't wave back. But her smile didn't waver as she walked towards the children.
"Hi," Wednesday said, stopping in front of them.
"I'm Abigail," The girl said. "This is Michael. What's your name?"
"I'm Wednesday."
"Hi, Wednesday," Michael said. "Want to play a game?"
"Yeah, want to play?"
"Sure. Can I pick the game?" Wednesday asked.
"Sure!"
"I don't know what it's called, but it goes something like this," the older girl said.
They were well-hidden from prying eyes this deep in the old park, but a bright overhead light lit them all up very well.
Wednesday's left hand shot under the girl's dress and into her underwear, as her right shot down the waistband of the boy's shorts and underwear. The girl's pussy was peach-fuzzed, the boy's young cock soft and smooth.

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But not for very long.
The girl and boy giggled, being even more naive and innocent than Wednesday herself was. And instantly the boy's young cock shot straight up, around 4" long, and the girl's pussy began to drip between Wednesday's fingers.
The Addams daughter was oblivious about the nature if sex, but she understood anatomy well enough. She may never have touched a penis or vagina before [just as Abigail and Michael hadn't been touched down there before], but Wednesday sure as Hell knew what they were.
And after what her mother had done to her, she was quickly guessing as to their sexual nature, and what karmatic fun the older preteen could have.
"You like what I'm doing?" Wednesday asked offhandedly.
"Yes!" Both children said in unison, giggling loudly.
Wednesday would have preferred them to cry and shudder in terror, but this would do, She thought to herself.
"Pull down your underwear and lift your dress," She ordered, looking at the girl. Turning to the boy she continued "Pull down your shorts and underwear."
Abigail and Michael obeyed without question. They liked this new game.
The park light above them illuminated well the girl's red peach-fuzzed twat, as well as the boy's throbbing, precum-leaking cock. It oozed down and onto Wednesday's fingers, making it easier to jerk him faster.

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They continued to giggle and moan as well, their young loins aroused beyond what was natural. Not that any of them knew that. Innocence had its value. But Wednesday knew one thing, she understood the thrill her mother got from molesting her. And the girl thrived on that forbidden thrill.
The boy and girl were breathing heavy and whimpering, the girl very wet now, the boy's cock throbbing violently and swelling up, the head turning a purplish shade.
Crying out together, the boy began to pump out a long stream of jizz past Wednesday. She was glad it didn't get on her dress, she'd have been very angry. At the same time, the girl's knees buckled out from under her, she grabbed onto Wednesday for support as her pussy churned, flooding out its juices, as waves of pleasure, starting between her thigh, spread through her fragile young body.
The boy groaned and grunted as rope after thick rope of jizz ejected from his young cock, rapidly draining his balls. The girl gasped and shuddered as her own orgasm went on and on as Wednesday molested her young cunt just as her mother had done to her own.
The boy spurt fourteen, fifteen times, before the flow finally petered out. The girl let out one final shudder as her body went limp. Both closed their eyes, catching their breaths, exhausted but excited with adrenaline.