Parent Teacher Conference
The next morning, Gomez woke up with Morticia wrapped around him still fast asleep. He held her close and kissed the top of her head while he ran his fingers up and down her leg.
Needless to say, their night had been hot. As if Morticia wasn't already a sexual deviant and always down for an incredibly hot, erotic night, using the vibrator throughout the evening seemed to further increase it. As soon as Wednesday and Pugsley went to sleep, she practically dragged him to their bed, tore their clothes off within seconds, and what followed was a long and incredibly steamy night. If a vibrator he could control could make Morticia like this, he wished he had bought one sooner.
She started to stir next to him and he placed another kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning beautiful," he said.
"Good morning," she said with a yawn. She sat up on her elbows and looked down at him: his messy hair, his defined chest fully exposed under the blankets, and a smile on his face and eyes full of love for her. Her heart filled with joy at the sight.
He seemed to be thinking the same thing as her because the next thing she knew he pulled her face to his and gave her a deep passionate kiss. Immediately she was as turned on as she was last night and climbed on top of him trying to ride him again.
He broke their kiss for a moment and smirked. "Geez Tish, that vibrator really did something to you, didn't it?"
She giggled. "I can't help it dear." She placed kisses along his jaw. "You're so perfect, and sexy." She kissed his lips. "Mon sauvage."
Her French was what always did him in. They had to leave the house soon and he knew that, but they could be a little late to the parent teacher conference. He entered her and they continued what they started last night.
A few hours later they arrived at Wednesday and Pugsley's school for parent teacher conference day. The kids were out for the day and instead the school was crawling with parents. As usual they stuck out like sore thumbs not only with their dark clothes but also the fact that they walked close to each other and held hands and exchanged kisses every now and then. Most other parents didn't do that and they found it odd.
They walked down the hallway and found that Pugsley's science project was in display in one of the windows. Another parent was looking at it as well. "This is impressive," he said. "I can't believe a child did this."
"Pugsley inherited his love of chemistry from his Uncle Fester," Gomez said proudly. "He's been doing things like this around the house since he was a toddler."
"Your child did this?" the parent said shocked.
"He sure did," Morticia said.
"Wow...I wish I could get my son motivated to do this well in school. Good for you." He walked off.
The two continued down the hallway to Wednesday's classroom. Outside of the room there were poems from the students on a board. Morticia spotted Wednesday's that was about death and horror. "Look Gomez, Wednesday wrote this one."
Gomez read it. "It's exquisite!"
Another couple was reading the poems. "That one is so dark," the woman said. "I wonder why a child would write that."
"Wednesday finds death fascinating," Morticia replied still fascinated by the poem. "She's been getting a lot of inspiration from Edgar Allen Poe lately."
The woman still didn't seem convinced. "I don't know what I'd do if my child was writing such creepy things."
"What else can you do but encourage her talent?" Gomez said happily. "She's got fantastic rhyme and meter for an eleven-year-old. I'm endlessly impressed by her work."
The teacher stuck her head out the door. "Mr. And Mrs. Addams?"
The two went into the room and sat in the chairs in front of the teachers desk.
"How are you today, Ms. Bunker?" Morticia said.
"Alright I guess, and yourself?"
"Fantastic," Gomez replied. "We saw Wednesday's poem out there. It looks like she's doing well."
"Oh yes, Wednesday has wonderful grades. She's at the top of the class in all of her subjects. What I'm more concerned about is the content of her creative work."
"Why is that?" Morticia asked, worried that something was wrong.
"All of her stories and art projects are about death and murder," Ms. Bunker said.
"What's wrong with death and murder?" Gomez asked.
"Death and murder provided endless inspiration," Morticia replied. She laced her fingers in Gomez's hand and before she could say anything else, she felt the familiar vibration again. She glanced at Gomez who was casually engaged in conversation with Ms. Bunker about the merits of death and murder. Surely he was fine with allowing her to fall apart in the middle of a parent teacher conference.
The conversation quickly drifted away from her attention and the vibration started to become more intense. She twitched and fidgeted in her seat, trying to keep a straight face but as Gomez slowly turned it up it started to become impossible. He was now playing with her making the intensity go up and down at random times. She bit her lips trying desperately to not say anything.
"I just feel like…" Ms. Bunker glanced at her. "Mrs. Addams, are you okay?"
"Completely fine," Morticia managed to say. She looked at Gomez again, giving him a pleading look, and he turned it off still not breaking his poker face.
A few minutes later they exited the room to find Pugsley's classroom
"You're evil!" Morticia said to him.
He kissed her cheek. "I know." He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Your self control is impeccable querida."
"And your desire to torture me is unreal."
"Aw Tish, you know you love it," he said nuzzling her neck.
"Sure...mon cher."
Now it was her turn to look triumphant as Gomez immediately held her close and started to kiss her. "Cara mia, you spoke french! You're absolutely divine querida! So beautiful, so perfect, so…!"
He noticed the couple walking past them looking at them in shock and he pulled himself together. He noticed Morticia smirking at him. "Well, you torture me too Tish."
