Secret

CHECK/MATE

Notes:

I wish you many beautiful and hot images in your head while you read.

I love it, again and again.
So let's start

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Both women were facing each other. The day's events were palpably close between them. 

Gómez Addams was arrested for the murder of Garrett Gates, Wednesday Addams convicted her mother, Pugsley Addams was temporarily housed in one of the spare rooms along with Lurch, and Morticia Addams was now standing here in her office.

"Morticia, you need to talk to her," Larissa attempted the conversation. 

"I don't think you have this one to determine Larissa." 

Larissa sighed, she couldn't understand how anyone could put their relationship with their own child at risk like this and be so stubborn to boot. 

"Tish," she tried again. 

"Your husband has been arrested and your daughter suspects something is not right. I've talked to her Morticia. She told me she's trying to talk to you and you seem to be rejecting her." 

"How dare she," Morticia groaned indignantly, her eyes coldly fixed on Larissa. "She's a child, I don't have to explain myself to my 14 year old daughter."

"She's not a child anymore. She is a teenager and she deserves the truth and she's my daughter too, don't forget that." 

Larissa wheeled around, looked her in the eye, and kept her index finger pointed menacingly at Morticia while her other hand rested on her hip. 

"I want to remind you that you asked me to do exactly what I did. I protected her, I earned her trust, and I certainly won't let you destroy it with your ignorance. 

You said you don't know why she holds a grudge against you and I'm telling you the reason is because you push her away. The only thing she wants is for her role model, her mother to notice her and be honest with her and talk to her." 

Morticia's chest rose and fell. Oh how she loved it when Larissa was so upset and dominated her a little reprovingly. She never knew why, however, shiver after shiver ran down her spine as a strong tugging between her legs grew stronger. Her eyes sparkled and darkened. 

Morticia, like a predator stalking its prey, didn't let a single movement of Larissa out of her sight. Every twitch of the corner of her mouth, her eyes, simply everything, caused Larissa to freeze. She knew that dark look, that lascivious provocative grin she got when the arousal in her body took over and brought her to her knees. 

Oh my black beauty, Larissa thought. It would be so easy to just grab her now and have her way with her. She knew it would be. So easy. 

She knew Morticia would respond immediately if she raised her voice in rebuke. However, they weren't done with this conversation and they weren't teenagers anymore. She could probably expect a woman in her early 40s to be quite capable of pulling herself together. Or could she? 

"Morticia," Larissa tried to get back to the conversation and Morticia cleared her throat. 

"I'll think about it," she said, "And yes, I know she's your daughter. How could I forget that? I also remember how we conceived her."