It was a lovely Halloween night though it could be better if it were raining, but Morticia decided that no rain means more trick-or-treaters coming to their door. She and Gomez loved to see the children and the various costumes they dressed in, especially the scary ones like Wednesday and Pugsley liked wearing. Grandmama was taking them out this year, as the family was expecting some friends to join them for a Halloween party.
"Mother!? Father!? We are ready to show you our costumes!" Wednesday yelled from the top of the stairs.
Morticia dashed excitedly to the stairs to see no other than Grandmama eagerly waiting to show off her costuming skills.
"Now Morticia, Gomez, don't be too upset. I helped them create the scariest costumes yet." Morticia waited in anticipation, and Gomez slinked his arm around her waist as he drew her close. "Okay, children, we are ready for you!" Grandmama yelled up to the children.
Wednesday and Pugsley rushed down the stairs in their newly adorned costumes. Morticia's eyes widened in horror. "Mama! Those costumes are much too terrifying for trick-or-treating."
Wednesday was in a ballerina costume, and Pugsley was dressed as a businessman, though he seemed to resemble his father more with the cute mustache Grandmama has drawn for him.
"Oh darling, don't you remember being a child? I know you would want to be the scariest of them all," Gomez said as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
Fester looked at the children up and down and came up with a foolproof idea. "Children," Fester started, "when you knock on doors, be sure to say, 'do not be alarmed, we are only little children' it works every time!" Fester looked proud of himself and gently laid back into his chair. Gomez walked back to the pumpkin he was carving and ensuring tonight's games were in order.
Wednesday looked at Pugsley and shrugged. She grabbed Grandmama's hand and was ready to go take on Halloween night, candy bag in hand. "We will be back later, and I will take them around the houses for trick-or-treating, then we will stop by the local cemetery and play hide-and-go-boo!" Grandmama nodded, feeling confident in her Halloween plans with the children and started out of the house.
"Oh, cara, I do hope they come back with some of those toffees with razor blades in them. I read about it in the news." Gomez jested.
"Yes, yes," Morticia said, waving her hand in a dismissing way while looking out the window at her little friends ready to take on the night. Then she jumped at the sound of the werewolf clock striking 7.
"Come now, darling, no need to worry about them. They are in the best hands," Gomez said reassuringly, walking towards her.
"Yeah, Mama raised him and looked at how he turned out," Fester chimed in. He had a smug look on his face, "you cannot fake this kind of upbringing" thumbs placed where suspenders would be, feeling like he was on the ball tonight with fast quips.
"See darling? Nothing to worry about." Gomez said as he finished his pumpkin carving and held it up for everyone to see his work.
"If you say so, I wish I went with them, it is their first time without us coming as well." Morticia bit at her lip, trying to cover up her anxieties that mothers feel when their offspring are not in sight. She saw Gomez holding up his pumpkin with a boyish grin on his face. She smiled, "Marvelous darling, it looks just like you." She held in a laugh as she commented on the appearance.
"Me…Me?!" Gomez looked deeply at the pumpkin and sighed, "it was supposed to be Fester." His shoulders slumped, and he looked defeated as he put the carving knife down.
"Oh, I am just teasing you," Morticia looked at her husband's puppy dog eyes that got into trouble, so she sweetened her words, "mon cher." She added, knowing to get a rise out of her husband in more ways than one.
Gomez ran to her, abandoning his pumpkin and started kissing up and down her slender arm. He landed on her neck and kissed the sweet-tasting skin there. "Oh Tish, that was French." He said words muffled into her nape.
"I felt you deserved an apology after my teasing you." Morticia said as she reached her arm up and curled it around her neck as he kissed. Morticia needed these kisses to take away her thoughts. Just as she started to enjoy his kisses, a knock came at the door. "TRICK-OR-TREATERS!" She exclaimed and made her way to the door, glad that they interrupted her husband's kisses as they were getting too enjoyable.
She opened the door to a couple of children dressed as witches, "My my my, what wonderful costumes you have." She crouched to their level as she placed treats in their bags, "it's a lovely night for witches," she started, "there is no wind, so it will be easy flying tonight." She stood back up, meeting her husband's hand on her back once again. "Have a wonderful night, children," she said with a grin and then waved at their parents on the sidewalk as she closed the door.
"I choose treat, Tish" Gomez said with a devilish grin that she could feel creep onto his face as he leaned into her cheek to kiss it. "Since we are not having a traditional Halloween this year, with Mama out with the children and all, we could leave Fester on candy duty." He whispered into her ear, brushing it with his lips slightly.
"Darling, no, we need to finish preparing refreshments for our guests. They are coming for a games night." Morticia said while patting his cheek.
Gomez grabbed her hand from his cheek and used it to pull her closer to him as he placed a kiss on her lips. She welcomed the kiss allowing her mouth to open, deepening their kiss. His hand started to wander her body, landing on her ass to give it a firm squeeze which elicited an unsuspected moan from Morticia. Her hand was still trapped by his. He took this opportunity to coax her closer to the front door, where he pinned the trapped limb above her head and kissed her more as he raised his other hand to touch her body.
"Ah-hem," Fester cleared his throat, "the cookies are burning, you know." Fester had his hand up by the side of his face to avoid seeing them doing gods know what.
Morticia escaped her lover's hands and went to the kitchen as fast as possible, Gomez and Fester trailing behind her. Morticia hurriedly opened the oven just to see her cookies were fine, perfectly cooked in fact. She looked around the room and smelled no smoke.
"Fester dear, these are not burned at all." She started to put them on the cooling rack to put the icing on them later. "Are you certain the smell was coming from here?" She said back to Fester and Gomez as she put the raw dough on the cookie pan for a second batch.
"There was no burning. I just didn't want to hear you by the door anymore. It might scare away people from knocking, you know." Fester said as he reached over Morticia's shoulder to grab one of the hot cookies and shoved it in his mouth as he ran out of the kitchen.
"Fester, those are for the trick-or-treaters tonight." She sighed in defeat and went back to what she was doing.
Gomez chuckled to himself while picking up a whisk from a big bowl of orange icing Morticia made earlier. Just as he was licking one of the wires, Morticia turned around after putting the new batch of cookies in the oven.
"GOMEZ ADDAMS!" She yelled, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "what do you think you are doing with that?" She reached out to take the whisk from her husband, who now had a glob of icing dripping down his chin.
"Sorry, cara mia, it will never happen again." He said, mouth full of icing and hand trying to catch the drip. He had a sinister thought. When Morticia turned back to him, he put icing from his chin on her nose and licked it off.
Morticia giggled slightly, "hey now I just powdered my nose for the party." She grabbed a napkin and dabbed her nose to get rid of anything left. Then Gomez put some icing on her neck and pulled her close, sucking it off her skin once more.
He was rewarded with a slight moan leaving her mouth, "mmm darling, we have a party to get ready for, remember?" she tried to redirect him.
"Well, we don't want the cookies to burn again. That is why we should stay here while they cook." Gomez said, still kissing and licking at the icing.
"But they never burned my love." She managed to sound somewhat put together even though she was slowly coming undone with each kiss to her neck.
"Why risk it?" Gomez growled into her ear and sat Morticia on the kitchen counter, making her gasp slightly, startled by Gomez's quick movement and sudden strength.
"You're right… Bubele." Morticia bit her lip, seeing her husband's eyes darken as she said his favourite pet name. She knew what she was doing to him, and she wanted him to become undone.
Gomez started kissing Morticia down her arm and back up to her neck. He sucked it the way she liked, hoping he would leave a love bite for others to see later. He kissed down to her collarbone and kissed the peeks of her breasts that seemed perkier than usual in her Halloween dress. Morticia let her head hang back as he continued to kiss her, slowly sliding the neck of the dress down to expose her chest to him. He wished he was pulling her dress up, but this year's Halloween dress was too tight to pull high enough. One of Morticia's alabaster breasts fell out of her dress, nipple perking up from the sudden temperature change. Gomez stopped to look at his prize, massaging it gently before putting her pert nipple in his mouth. He sucked and licked circles on the exposed breast as he fished in her dress for the other one and changed sides. Morticia was enjoying being ravaged since they were interrupted a few times today.
Morticia lifted her foot, caressing the strained bulge in his trousers, "seems like someone needs help with something hard." She jessed and hopped off the counter. "I suppose I better go help Lurch with the anvil."
"But Tish?" Gomez looked at her. She was flushed from the kissing, "what about my trick-or-treat?"
Morticia could not help but laugh at his poor contorted face, "oh?" She smiled, "a little something like this?"
Morticia dropped to her knees and skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped Gomez's trousers revealing his silky underwear. His cock was firmly pressed against the fabric, and he let out a low growl as she stroked him through his underwear.
"Yes, mmm, yes, this is a fine treat." Gomez felt her cool hand reach in, pull his cock out of his restrictive pants, and kiss up the length.
Morticia pulled away suddenly, receiving a whimper from Gomez from the loss of connection. She quickly did up his pants and turned back to the dishes as someone walked into the kitchen.
"Gomez, how are you?" a familiar voice said. Gomez turned to see his college chum with his wife on his arm in the doorway.
"Hi Mark, never better!" Gomez said, trying desperately to rearrange himself in his pants by moving his hips a little. "Well, maybe a little better a couple of moments ago," he mumbled under his breath. Morticia chuckled to herself as she dried her hands with the dishtowel.
"Hello Mark and Bridget, so glad you could join us tonight. We have some games set up, and we were just finishing up the refreshments." She pointed to the table in the kitchen, "Do you mind helping me bring this to the sitting room? I will be out shortly." Morticia directed the question to the couple in the doorway.
"Oh, of course, Morticia, I will even take two plates," Mark said while handing one of the plates to his wife. They exited the room.
"How the hell did you know they were coming to the door?" Gomez looked puzzled.
"I can read minds, darling. I knew they were there because they were thinking about what they could hear on the other side of the door." She stated simply, picking up a plate of broiled bats.
"Why haven't you told me this before?" He looked shocked, and grabbed the bowl of punch Morticia made earlier in the night.
"Actually, I just heard Lurch open the door, Gomez," she slapped his arm through his suit jacket, and it is a good thing too. I knew they were arriving, and I felt that you nearly did." She winked and walked out of the kitchen. Her hips swayed with each small step she took.