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Everyone Lends a Hand

Preparations. So many preparations to be made. Menus to be written, invitations to be sent, entertainment to be booked, the house was abuzz with activity. It seemed every waking hour was spent helping to get ready for the magnificent event. A small fortune was being spent on the festivities, but it was money well spent. After all, it would have only otherwise been wasted on things like helping the poor and the needy.

Morticia had taken a rare trip into town to place a large order at the local grocer. Now it was just after four as the sleek antique limousine was pulling to a stop at the end of the driveway. The children would be home from school by now. Lurch hefted his weight out of the driver’s seat and the entire car shifted on its axel. He opened the door for her and extended his hand. “Thank you Lurch.” She said as she slithered out. As she walked towards the front door her eyes fell on an anomaly. A bicycle, bright with blue chrome, was leaning on it’s kickstand by the steps. “Hmmm.” She murmured, ponderingly.

She entered the house and began up the stairs to the upper floors. She had a very special request to make of Wednesday. As she reached the door she paused. She heard what sounded like heavy breathing on the other side. She rubbed her chin, considering, and then knocked.

“Wednesday? Are you in there?” She called.

“Come in Mother.” Her daughter’s voice answered, ever so slightly strained. The door creaked open slowly. Wednesday was sitting on the very edge of the bed her bed, legs splayed. Her trousers and panties were lying by her feet. She was fully dressed otherwise, but her dress was partially unbuttoned. Morticia saw the back of young man’s head buried between her thighs. He was wearing a pair of plain white boxers and a white, long sleeve button down shirt. On the floor behind him were pair of well pressed black trousers, a paisley tie and a copy of The Book of Mormon.

At the sound of the door, the boy spun around and stared up at Morticia’s face in surprise and fear. “Ah! Um! Oh Lord! I, uh,…” He sputtered, starting to scoot along the floor, exposing the pink slit of Wednesday’s pussy, decorated with a neatly trimmed patch of sable pubic hair. “I, I can expla-aaaah!”

Wednesday had reached out her hand and was digging her fingernails into her ear lobe. His eyes turned slowly to hers. She was glowering at him. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She said coldly.

“Um, but…?” He muttered, deeply perplexed.

“Now.” She ordered, a fierce edge creeping into her voice as she twisted his lobe.

“Ah! Okay!” He cried in pain. Wednesday released his ear and he returned his attention to her body. Wednesday’s hand slide into his thick brown hair and shoved him deeper in. Her eyes seemed to flutter a bit and she sucked in air. Her cheeks were a rosy hue in her ghostly face.

“Yes Mother?” She asked, her voice breathy.

“Wednesday, remember you have to help Grandma with the ingredients for the punch this afternoon.”

“Mmm! May I cum first?”

Morticia rubbed her chin, watching as the young man, greedily lapped at her daughter’s slit. “Well, alright. Darling, I wanted to talk about something with you.”

She walked across the room and sat down beside her. Faintly, she could smell the salty sweet aroma of sex. Wednesday looked over at her, biting her lower lip, breathing harder. “Dear, the Renewal ceremony is a few weeks away as you know and I have a very special request to ask of you. When you’re father and I take our vows once more, I want you to be at my side. Will you serve as maid of honor for me Darling?”

Wednesday squirmed. “Huh! Mm, of course mother.” She said.

“Wonderful!” Morticia, reached her arm around Wednesday in an embrace, and gently petted her shoulder. Wednesday shuddered and whined. She looked down at the bobbing head.

“Put your tongue down harder!” She barked fiercely. Motricia glanced down and saw the boy’s eyes darting nervously back and forth at them. She smiled and stood back up.

“Grandma and I will fill you in on what’s all involved.” She started towards the door. “Be sure to see her as soon as you’re finished.”

“Hmn! Uuh, yes Mother!” She said, her hips starting to buck. Morticia paused at the door and looked back fondly at the sight. Wednesday’s head was back, her eyes closed mouth open, emitting a low, steady moan as one hand clenched the bedsheets and the other gripped her partner’s hair. As she closed the door she heard Wednesday hiss, “Aaaw, Aw! Use your teeth!” She sighed, thinking contentedly about the bond between Mother and Daughter.

***

She crossed the hall to the main stairwell just in time to hear the doorbell chime resoundingly, reverberating the mansion’s walls. From the top of the stairs she watched as Lurch opened the door to reveal a short, plump woman in a modest floral print dress, her auburn hair done up in a tidy bun. On one side of her stood a man in a neat navy-blue suit and glasses and on the other was a pretty teenaged girl with long corn silk blonde pulled back in a ponytail.

“Hello,” izmir escort bayan the woman said, smiling toothily, “We’re here to see the Addams’-aah!” she cried, her expression turning to one of horror as she got her first good look at the massive man that had opened the door.

“I’m Morticia Addams.” Morticia said as she seemed to glide down the stairs. “Welcome. Please, come in.”

The woman tore her eyes off of Lurch and looked at Morticia uncertainly. Finally, after steadying herself she entered hesitantly. The other two came in behind her, careful to give the butler a wide berth as they.

“Um, he-hello Mrs. Addams. I’m Polly Jones. This is my Husband Ron and my Daughter Lisa. We’re your new neighbors. We just wanted to drop by and introduce ourselves.

Morticia smiled and she approached. “Lovely to meet you. So good to have you in the neighborhood.” She offered her hand as she spoke.

“Tish’! was that the door?” Gomez said coming into the room from the parlor, a cigar jutting from between his teeth.

“Yes Darling. Come, meet our new neighbors, the Jones’.”

“Ah! New neighbors! Excellent! Gomez Addams.” He said, offering Ron Jones his hand and shaking it firmly.

“Ron Jones.” Mr. Jones muttered, coughing as he inhaled smoke.

“Pleasure to meet you. What business are you in Ron?” Gomez said ignoring the man’s coughs and slapping his shoulder.

“Actually, -kak! Kak!- excuse me, it’s Pastor Ron. I’m taking over the local Presbyterian congregation.”

Gomez reached into his breast pocket and produced a fresh cigar. He held it out, “mmm?”

Mr. Jones shook his head, turning a shade of green.

“Of course, your most welcome to Join us for services, unless uh, you’re otherwise affiliated.” Polly Jones said. “We’ve brought some literature for you to read if you like.” She looked over at her daughter, who held out a small paper pamphlet. Morticia took it, taking a fleeting glimpse at the title “The War on Morality”, before fixating on the drawing on the cover.

“Crucifixion. How charming.”

Polly frowned. “Um, yes, well I suppose.”

Morticia glanced over at the girl. “Lisa, our Daughter Wednesday is around your age. I suppose you two will be in school together.”

Lisa sniffed haughtily and looked over at her mother. Polly smiled and wrapped her arm over her daughter’s shoulder. “Actually we’re homeschooling Lisa. We find in today’s world, it’s the only way to make sure she has the proper moral upbringing.”

“One needs a firm hand to raise children right these days.” Ron piped up. “Structure and discipline.”

Gomez grunted and nodded his agreement. “Absolutely. Spare the rack, spoil the child.”

“Um…well, certainly. I see I have a kindred spirit. Not some silly bleeding heart. I take it you spank your children.”

“Of course, though only on special occasions.”

At tat moment there was a loud scraping sound and the group turned towards it. Pugsley and Fester were dragging a very long wooden beam across the tiled floor, both had saws under there arms. They stopped and looked at the group, smiling proudly.

Gomez’s eyes lit up. “Pugsley, Fester, is that what I think it is?! The main support beam?”

They both nodded.

Gomez raised his finger to his lips, “Ssh!” he said, cocking his ear. A moment passed in silence, then in the distance there was a echoing crack and splash as a large structure collapsed on itself, followed by a long blare of a car horn. “Haha! There goes Haymarket Bridge! Well done boys!” He began to applaud and Morticia joined him.

Mr. Jones exchanged a nervous glance with his wife and daughter. “Um, I guess we should be-“

He was cut off by the sound of a door slamming upstairs, and then feet dashing across the floor. The boy Morticia had seen in Wednesday’s room appeared at the top of the stairs, his face pale twisted in terror. He was still pantless, and the bottom of his shirt swayed wildly back and forth as he darted towards the doors. “Get the hell out of here!” He screamed as he whirled past them. They stared at him as he went out the open door and grabbed is bicycle and rode it shakily down the driveway.

“More company?” Gomez asked curiously.

“Wednesday’s guest.” Morticia answered, watching as the boy’s bike fell and he picked it back up hastily.

Polly Jones looked at her sharply. “Wednesday’s guest? You mean, you allow your daughter to have male company… un-chaperoned?” She asked incredulously.

Morticia smiled, “Wednesday has plenty of experience when it comes to boys. She certainly doesn’t need anyone to show her what to do.” She said.

Polly’s eyes grew wide. “Hmm! Well, I certainly wouldn’t know anything about that. Our Lisa is pledged to abstinence.” She said smugly. Lisa stuck out her chin primly. Morticia looked from mother to daughter then back, questioningly.

“A chastity belt?” She asked.

Polly Jones stared at her perplexed, “No! She’s taken a purity pledge. She’s staying a virgin until she’s married by choice.”

Moritica escort izmir gasped, and held her hand up to her mouth, appalled. “I’m so sorry!” She placed a hand on Lisa shoulder and looked at her pleadingly. “I do hope you reconsider dear, for your Mother’s sake.”

“This is ridiculous!” Polly Jones exclaimed, her polite veneer vanishing. “Ron, I think it’s time we left!”

“EW!” Lisa screamed looking down. Thing was at her foot, pulling o the hem of her skirt playfully. “Get it away from me!” She shrieked, and kicked her foot sharply, sending the hand skittering across the floor. Polly Jones grabbed her by the elbow and turned on her heel, dragging her behind her as she marched towards the door.

“Let’s get out of here!”

“Indeed!” Ron grumbled. “I’ve heard quite enough!” As they left, Lurch closed the door behind them. Morticia walked to the window and watched as they strode purposefully towards the gate. Her eyes fixed onto Lisa Jones as she looked back over her shoulder and stared daggers at the house. As she watched her, her mind began to turn with ideas. She placed her hand under her chin and considered.

“Pugsley, come here for moment.” She said slowly.

Pugsley dropped the beam of wood to the ground and walked to her side. “Yes Mother?” He asked.

“I think,” Morticia said still staring out the window at the girl, “that I may have a very special job for you for the renewal ceremony.”

***

A few minutes later in the Kitchens, Hester was mixing the contents of a large vat as it simmered on the stove. Morticia approached her, holding a slip of paper. “Mama, I wanted you to look something over.”

Hester shrugged and set down the giant spoon on the counter. Morticia handed her the list. “Do you have these ingredients?”

Grandma studied the list, her eyes beginning to light up as she did. While she was reading Wednesday quietly enetered the room and walked over tot the pair. Hester tore her eyes off the list and looked over at her. “Hmm?”

“You needed help with the punch?” said Wednesday.

“Ah! Mmm, let me see, where s it? Ah, here!” The old woman muttered, rummaging through the clutter on the counter top. She produced a large glass jar and a copper funnel. Handing them to Wednesday she pointed to small wooden stool in the corner. Silently Wednesday walked away and Hester looked back at Morticia. “Do you want me to make what I think you do?” She asked eagerly.

“Only if it won’t be too much trouble to get it done before the ceremony.” Morticia said.

“Pssh! Never mind the trouble! I haven’t made one of these is years! I’d love to give it a try. I just hope I can find a recipe in my books. I’ll have something to do with the samples he’s been giving me.” She cocked her head towards the corner. Morticia glanced over. Wednesday had set down the funnel and the jar beside the stool and was removing her pants.

“That’s excellent Mama. I’ve already begun to make arrangements for it’s use. Keep this between you and I for now. Gomez has done so much for this ceremony, I want this to be a surprise for him.”

Hester grinned exposing gray teeth. “Do you have someone in mind for it?”

Morticia returned her smile, “Oh yes. I believe I’ve found the perfect person.” From the corner they heard a tinkling sound and turned. Wednesday was sitting on the edge of the stool, her pants and underwear around her ankles, legs splayed. The funnel was positioned between her thighs, catching a steady stream of urine as it flowed out of her body and into the jar below.

Moritica looked back to Hester. “Thank you Mama.”

“Really it’s my pleasure! I’ll have it done for you in time.” She began to walk around the counter and set the kettle on the stove. “I’ll make you some tea!” She called over to Wednesday. “I need three more jars!”

***

Hours later, Morticia was sitting in the gazebo in the cemetery, watching as the last hateful rays of the sunlight vanished from the horizon, making the bottom of the sky a blood red hue. She sighed and leaned back into the stone bench, gathering her thoughts. It had been a very busy day and she felt tension all throughout her body. She had tried puttering around the greenhouse, snipping the heads off the thorny stems of roses, and watching the leafing plants as they slowly withered and died, but she found no sense of relief in it. She suspected she knew why.

Glancing up at the house she could make out the silhouette of her husband dashing back and forth by the window, waving his fencing foil theatrically, as Lurch plodded along with him. She frowned. Of course she was glad Gomez was able to enjoy himself after having done so much for the grand event, but at the same time, part of her felt neglected. They’d been so busy in their preparations that his attentions to her had waned in recent days. It had been a full twenty-four hours since she had felt his magnificent sword thrusting into her eager body, longer than they had gone without exploring their carnal passions than they had in all their years of marriage.

She rested her hand on izmir escort her chin and watched resignedly as the first stars began to come out, trying to take comfort in the thought of the sea of death surrounding her. She reminded herself that very soon, all the long days and hard work would pay off, when she felt a familiar tug on the hem of her dress. “Hello Thing.” She said softly, as the hand jumped onto the bench beside her. Reaching over she gently brushed her fingers along Its knuckles.

Seeming to sense her tension, the hand hopped into her lap. She pet him soothingly, enjoying the feeling of Its flesh under hers. She smiled, an idea occurring to her. “Thing, it’s been a long time since we’ve played. Do you still recall what I taught you?”

Thing perked up, raising its thumb. It turned, and with its fingers and began to slowly pull her dress upwards over her legs. Morticia raised her eyebrows approvingly, letting him tug the fabric up over her shins, and then her creamy white thighs. She exhaled slowly and spread her legs apart slightly, exposing her plain, dark gray panties. Perched just above the rim of her underwear, Thing gingerly reached down and stroked its fingertips against her cleft, pushing the material gently into her.

Morticia coo’d pleasantly feeling the tension in her shoulders ease as the hand pressed the silk against her clit. Coyly Thing began to slide itself underneath. Its long thin fingers stroked up and down her slit, smoothly petting her pubes. “Here,” she said, slowly rising to her feet, “Let me help you.”

She reached up to her shoulders and in one deft movement let her tight black dress tumble off of her body to the floor. Her alabaster skin reflected the light of the moon. Off in the distance she heard Fester begin his nightly baying. Inside her underwear, Thing did an about turn and bent its knuckles. It slid slowly down her legs, riding the panties all the way to the ground. Morticia stepped out of her clothes, leaving her high heels behind as she did and sat back down, naked, the cement bench cold on her bare ass.

She spread her legs further apart, fully exposing her glistening labia. Thing cracked its knuckles and scurried up her leg. It stopped just above her mound, stuck out its index and middle finger, before bending them down into her. They slipped easily between her slickened folds, delicately parted them then rested on her stiffened clit. Morticia sighed, “mmm, you do remember.”

Thing’s fingertips began to roll in a small, deliberate circle on her throbbing button. Morticia’s mouth opened and her eyes closed. Her arms fell slack by her side, her legs opened wider and her head rolled back on the bench. “Aaah…” she moaned lowly, as a wave of pleasure emanated from her loins up through her stomach and into her extremities.

Minutely, Things movements became faster, making an ever tighter, quicker loop, as Morticia’s lubricants flowed steadily. She began to breath harder, as she let her body succumb to ecstasy. Abruptly, it pushed down harder against her. She shuddered. “Aaah! Hmmm, Wednesday’s been teaching you, hasn’t she?”

Thing laid down on its palm, slithering over her. Slowly, it wormed its middle finger into her vagina. It wiggled and explored the, the warm, wet passage, still tight from years of kegel exercises. “Aw! Mmm, yes!” She whispered breathily, “Yes, put your fingers in me!”

Its index finger joined the middle and they began to move together. They pushed deeper into her, stretching her. They bent upwards, pushing into the upper wall of her pussy, beckoning back and forth in a come-hither motion. Morticia’s eyes closed tighter, her hand went to her breast, pressing her erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Huh! Huuh!, Huuuuh!”

Thing’s fingers moved faster, rubbing the sweet bundle of nerves in her body as it pistoned in and out of her. The wet sound of it moving in her gushing sex was heavenly. A great pressure was building in her. Like a monstrous dam ready to burst. “Aaaah! Oh Oui, mon clitoris palpite, mmm, et ma chatte dégouline, me faire sentir sale!”

Her hips began to move, Thing rocked with them, moving even faster with them. Pushing even deeper into her. The pleasure was unbearable. Sweet oblivion. She began to moan louder, and the moans became screams. “Ah! Aaah! Aaaaaw!” Her legs shook violently, and a great rush of liquid flowed out of her, drenching the Hand up to its wrist.

The orgasm lasted a full minute. Thing slowed down and at last withdrew. Morticia was draped over the bench, breathing steadily, her eyes half closed, and smiling to herself. All tension was draining from her through her loins. She felt nearly comatose. Close to death. Her heart was thudding against her breast, and her body still shook and tremored.

Very slowly, Thing crept up her body, over her mid-rift and chest and onto her shoulder. Morticia looked over at it and smiled. “Oh Thing. That was wonderful. Exactly what I needed. Merci.”

Thing extended his fingers out to her. Still smiling, Morticia took them into her mouth. The sweet salty nectar of her sex filled her mouth. Her mind burned with impure, degenerate thoughts. Lying there, amidst the tombs, naked beneath the moon, sucking her juices from Things fingers, feeling debased and desecrated she felt at peace once more.

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