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Morticia Addams expected nothing less than a normal, average day with her family. A simple breakfast, a few small explosions and the usual activities of the family lead her to believe her day would be uneventful.
It started out normal enough, anyway.
Cool wind blew over the shadowed balcony, the fragrance of decay and old grass meeting the nostrils of the occupants. Morticia watched her husband whack another golf ball across the cemetery while she sipped a warm cup of tea. Mostly she was watching his toned behind in those tight pants of his. Smirking around the rim of her cup, she watched him bend over with another ball in hand.
A second gust of wind blew her black dress around her legs, strands of long hair whipping around her face. She swiped her hair behind her ears as she took one last glance at the tail lights of the school bus outside of Gate.
A familiar little face was pressed against the back window, small hand enthusiastically waving at the house. She waved back, she was certain Lurch did as well.
All three children had left for school. Pubert to kindergarten, where Lurch saw the youngest onto the bus with a personally packed lunch. Avoiding the bus altogether, Wednesday drove herself and Pugsley to high school in her brand new hearse. Neither were too old to turn down Lurch’s lunches.
The thought of her two eldest babies nearing college age always brought a tear to Morticia’s eye.
She turned her attention away from the speeding bus to the house across from them. Old Judge Womack’s home was finally sold after he was removed from office when convicted of taking bribes. She could see Fester peering into the windows as he tried to catch a glimpse of the blond woman who had moved in yesterday.
“Oh shit.” Gomez swore as he hit the golf ball crooked. The little white ball ricocheted off three tombstones then rolled down the gravel hill to rest against Gate. “Sorry, buddy!” He called to the sentient metal barrier.
Gate growled angrily before swinging open then shut, smacking the golf ball with all its might. The ball sailed through the air fast, bouncing off the side of the house and nearly smacking Morticia in the face.
She ducked in time but nearly dropped her cup in the process. Warm tea spilled over her fingers to pool on the cement at her feet. The ball hit the cracked window behind her and rolled harmlessly to Gomez’s feet.
“Tish, did that hit you?” He asked, tossing his golf club away to rush to her side. Grabbing her face gently, Gomez examined her for any signs of injury.
“I’m fine, darling, it missed me.” Morticia said reassuringly with a smile as she wiped the tea from her skin on her dress. At this point in her life as an Addams, she was used to avoiding flying objects. She did appreciate the attention her husband was giving her.
She made the decision to play it up a little. “It was close though. Gave me a little start.” Widening her brown eyes, she pouted. “That would have hurt. It might even have left a bruise.”
Gomez looked stricken. With a gentle hand, he brushed aside her hair then placed a soft kiss to her forehead. “My poor darling.” He pulled her into a hug, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.
A grin was hidden against his shoulder as she snuggled closer to him. “You can kiss it and make it better.” Morticia said suggestively, her lips lightly kissing his neck.
“But you said the ball didn’t hit you.” Gomez moved back enough to see her face, a suspicious look in his eye. He knew she was up to something, however, he found the idea exciting.
“Well, then you can kiss me wherever you like.” She said seductively, her free hand teasingly tugging him back inside the house. They had time to kill before his brother grew bored and came looking for them.
Gomez followed eagerly. His hands gripped her hips as she led him to the closest couch. She abandoned her mostly empty cup on the coffee table before draping herself enticingly over the pink cushions.
He was on her in an instant, his hands grasping the tight material of the dress to drag it up her legs. Morticia arched her hips to help, her own hands unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.
Once her dress pooled around her waist, Gomez wasted no time dipping his head to lick along her thigh. His kisses trailed to her knee but before he could head further south, a firm tug on his hair diverted his course.
She arched her hips when his tongue ran a thin line to the inside of her thigh. His nose grazed the lace panties while he pressed kisses to the smooth skin.
“Darling, stop teasing.” Morticia moaned breathlessly, her fingernails scratching at his neck and over his silk shirt.
Gomez quickly sat up to shuck off the shirt. He was back between her thighs before Morticia could voice her irritation at the delay.
With the shirt on the floor, she scratched along his bare back as she moaned. His lips pressed open mouth kisses to the panties, his teeth nipping at the fabric. A damp spot was forming over her cunt so Gomez pushed his tongue against it.
Morticia gasped and dug her nails harder into the skin of his back. She enjoyed the view of his dark haired head bobbing between her pale thighs. The olive skin of his hand gripping her knee contrasted beautifully.
A warm, eager hand slid up her outer thigh to grasp the hem of her panties at her hip. Gomez swiftly pulled them down then off, tossing them over his shoulder and baring her cunt to his heated gaze.
She draped one leg over his shoulder to hold him close as his tongue grazed over her clit. Pressing hard, Gomez groaned into her as her sweet taste hit his tongue.
Her sharp nails left red marks over his skin as she moaned, her hips arching into his face. His tongue swirled over her clit then gently lapped.
Morticia grew lightheaded at the massage of his tongue and lips over her pussy. Her breathing sped up, her stomach tightened. She was highly aware of his slick tongue slipping inside of her as she fell over the edge with a muffled cry between her teeth.
She fell limply back against the couch, her fingers still stroking along his back. “Oh, darling.” She purred, her legs slipping from his shoulders to rest around his waist.
Gomez crawled from between her legs and wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. “Now, about the rest of your clothes…” He eyed her dress with disdain as it covered her body from his lustful gaze.
With hooded eyes, Morticia reached behind her to unzip the dress carefully. The top gaped open around her chest and revealed a black bra covering her heaving breasts. She watched him watch her slowly peel the tight fabric from her body then drop it to the floor.
He wasted no time pouncing, his mouth latching onto her pale throat with a groan of delight. His lips left a burning trail south, his teeth nipping along the way. She gasped and groaned at the attention he bestowed upon her.
“Darling.” She whined, her hands reaching for his belt. She quickly freed the leather from the buckle then pulled the button of his pants loose. The zipper came undone smoothly as he fondled the cups of the bra over her breasts.
Her hand slipped inside his pants to grasp his erection. Stroking the hard length, he whimpered and buried his face between her breasts. His hands found her back to free her of the remaining garment.
Pulling back, Gomez swore as the metal clasps of the bra stayed closed. His heated glare at the lace did nothing to make the tiny pieces comply. He was growing frustrated.
“Here, darling, let me.” Morticia released her grip on his cock but wasn’t fast enough.
A shiny knife was in his hand, the blade cold against her chest as he sliced through the fabric. The cups separated, falling neatly to the couch. He made a delighted noise once she was exposed to his hungry eyes.
She glared at him.
“What?” He asked innocently before taking her breasts in his hands.
“This was the first time I’ve worn that bra, I’ll have you know!” Morticia said while struggling to hold her glare at the touch of his fingers on her nipples.
Gomez shrugged. “Damn things fault for being in my way.” He bent his head to lick one of her hard nipples.
The warm suction of his mouth stole her attention. Who cared about a measly bra anyway?
Grasping his hair, Morticia held him to her chest as he played with her breasts. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip before biting. She moaned his name, head tipping back.
Gomez released her nipple to free his aching erection from his pants. He settled back between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck then looped her legs over his hips. “Fuck me, mon cher.”
Groaning at the order, he sank himself inside of Morticia’s hot, tight pussy. He did what she requested and more, to her utter delight.
Glorious sex with her handsome husband, a completely normal part of her day.
Once the couple was sated and desperately gasping for breath, they decided to find the clothing scattered around the room. Poor Lurch cleaned up after them enough.
Panties back in place and ripped bra replaced with a new one, Morticia left her husband at his study with a kiss. She wandered through the quiet home until she found her mother in the kitchen.
Her day immediately took a turn away from normal.
A thick rancid odor hit Morticia’s nose at once. Blood red and light gray smoke covered the stone floor, nearly swamping the chairs and table. Steam caused a thin sheen of moisture to gather on the floor, inching its way up the walls.
Mama stood in the middle of the room, her hands a blur as she anxiously stirred within the large black cauldron. The wooden spoon was cracked, the splinters littering the floor. Her gray hair frizzed around her head and sweat covered her face. Half of her clothes were missing from the unbearable heat.
Morticia’s heels slipped on the wet floor as she made her way to her mother. Coughing, the acrid scent stuck in her throat. “Mama?” Her voice was filled with worry, an anxiousness settling in her chest. A brew gone wrong, clearly.
“Uh, careful, dear.” The old woman said without glancing up from her frothing brew. “I’m having some troubles here.” She sprinkled in four mint leaves and the potion turned purple. “Damn it!”
“What did you do?” Morticia asked while carefully navigating the rapidly disappearing kitchen floor. “What did you try to do?”
The purple smoke spilled over to the floor where it mixed and swirled with the red and gray smoke.
“Well, I was making a cure for Fester’s hiccups but I think I screwed up.” Mama poured a gallon of water into the potion. The smoke grew thicker. “Frogs legs are no substitute for toad warts, I’ll tell you that.”
“Can you stop this?” Morticia asked her as she finally arrived at her side. She was grateful she hadn’t tripped over anything, the visibility was quickly declining.
“Maybe.” She answered hesitantly while stirring quicker. “I’m guessing nothing will happen but a mess.” Confidently, she dumped in ivy and broccoli florets.
“What in the hell?!” A familiar voice yelled from the top of the stairs. Gomez came stumbling down, his face a mix of confusion and fear.
“Be careful, darling.” Morticia called before coughing. The smoke was buring her nose and throat. The scent was similar to a pig farm, nausea nearly making her double over.
“Tish? What happened?” He asked in concern while clinging to the wall for support. His feet slipped on the floor, his fingers leaving smears on the wet stone wall.
“Mama’s potion failed severely.” She reached a hand out for him as he stumbled through the chest high smoke. “This place needs aired out.”
“That reeks.” Gomez wrinkled his nose, his fingers wrapping around his wife’s slim hand. He curled his arm around her waist and held her close. Eyeing the concoction, he coughed into her shoulder.
“Hey, accidents happen in potion making!” Mama snapped. She frantically stirred and mixed in a bottle of rum to the potion. Sparks began to shoot out of the thick, bright green sludge.
“Mama, maybe you should stop adding to it.” Morticia said firmly as she and Gomez stepped back. “It’s just making it worse.”
“I know what I’m doing!” The old witch shouted. The top of her head was barely visible within a multicolored fog. “I’ve been making potions long before you crawled from my vagina, young lady!”
Opting to ignore that, Morticia clung tighter to her husband as the smoke climbed to their necks. The acrid scent grew stronger, the smoke began to tingle where it touched their skin. She was beginning to cough as the smoke made it nearly impossible to breathe.
“Should we get out of here?” Gomez coughed then dragged her toward the stairs by the waist.
“Yes. Mama, come on!” She followed after him, her fingers tight around his arm as to not lose him in the gathering darkness. The smoke was growing thicker, she couldn’t see two inches in front of her face.
“Shit!” Mama yelled followed by a loud bang.
“Mama!” Morticia made to turn but her feet were immediately soaked. The potion had spilled and the sludgy potion was seeping into her shoes and stockings.
“Gross!” Gomez said as he too was splashed with the potion. “Damn that burns!”
She felt it too as the potion touched her feet and ankles. Her grip tightened on her husband’s arm as she started to feel woozy. Her vision blackened and a tingling raced along her skin.
“Tish?” Gomez said groggily, his body sagging against hers. “You alright?”
“I don’t know.” Her words were slurred, her eyes stinging. A peculiar sensation settled in her stomach, her legs trembling. Morticia felt weightless, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening.
Then, she felt and saw nothing.
Light struck her abruptly, the hard ground digging uncomfortably into her back. The faint scent of pig lingered in her nose and she coughed. Opening her eyes, Morticia saw blue sky dotted with white clouds. A soft wind brushed over her, tangling her hair.
Bewildered, she sat up. How in the world did she get outside?
Brown grass stuck to her dress, her high heels stuck into the dry ground.
Odd.
Pain shot through her head as an ache pounded at her temples. The bright sun did nothing but make it worse. Morticia rubbed her head with her palm as she tried to shield her eyes from the light.
A groan from her right caught her attention. Gomez was sprawled out beside her with his arm draped over his eyes. “Ow.” He mumbled as he pulled his legs up.
“Darling?” Morticia reached a hand out for his head. She smoothed the tousled strands of his hair gently, checking for any damage.
“I’m fine, Tish.” Gomez sat up gingerly, his own hand clasping hers. “Are you?”
“Yes, a little disoriented.” She leaned against his shoulder as she took in their unfamiliar surroundings. “Where are we?”
A large house sat at a distance, old and gray colored with dark shutters at the many windows. A wrought iron gate encircled the property, a small cemetery of tombstones were clustered to the right behind the house. The familar stench of swamp and dead things lingered in the air.
“It’s home but not.” Gomez said softly as he rose carefully to his feet. His brown eyes took in the strange sight around them, confusion wrinkling his brow.
Morticia stood close beside him, her arm curling around his own while she comprehended what she was seeing. He was right, it was sort of thier home. “What is this?” She blinked hard to hopefully clear the strange yet familiar sight but to no avail.
The house remained but it wasn’t their home.
“I don’t know.” He eyed the house with distrust and interest. “Should we go inside? Find out how far we are from home?”
“I suppose.” Morticia felt a strange sense of forbodding settle in her stomach. “Do you think the potion sent us here?”
“Could it have?” He made no move to walk forward. “Is that a side effect?”
“Whatever Mama made was not something I’ve ever seen before.” She whispered, noting with alarm that the spilled potion no longer covered her feet. “Something happened though. This is not a coincidence.”
He nodded then gently guided her forward with a hand on her back. “Shall we see what horrors lay ahead, darling?”
“Why not?” Morticia laced their fingers together and followed him along the hard packed earth. Trees long dead shaded them, birds chirped loudly around them. A loud squawk from a vulture gave them pause, the sound had been the most comforting since they landed wherever they were.
The house grew larger the closer they came to it. A shutter creaked in the light breeze, the hinges rusting and broken. Gomez peered into one of the windows with curiosity.
She looked over his shoulder and saw a kitchen. Lights were on while a pot on the stove steamed. Someone was inside.
“Come on.” He said, his hand tightening around her fingers. Nerves racked them both at the thought of who could potentially be living in a house that closely resembled their own.
The strangeness itched at the back of her mind. It was all off just enough to make her nervous.
They carefully wandered around the side of the house, stepping over various vines and stumps along the way. A road lay in front of the house with a small gate lining the sidewalk. Definitely different from the layout of their own home.
“Hello there!” A small voice called from above them in a large tree.
Morticia glanced up and gasped.