Mother of two youngsters Mary-Lou Greengrass, only daughter of Mayor Ike Jack and his wife Margo, stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom on Long Island, New York, reciting, "Mirror mirror on the wall; tell me who's the perfect bitch of all?"
The ghostly male – secreted in residence in the wall behind the mirror, semi see-through skin stretched foully over his transparent bones – had his fingers over the beak of the crow sitting on his outstretched forearm. That was to prevent the busy-body bird screeching out the perfect answer.
"You my dear," chuckled the ghoul not dressed in a hooded gown as he was on his 23-hour rest period. "But on the morrow just on midnight when I have transformed and bite into you, your bitchiness will leave you as you lose your life."
Mike-the-Ghoul waited hopefully. He grumped in a whisper, "Show us yer tits." Instead Mary-Lou looked at the bags under her eyes from excessive perpetual experimentation in banned substances, some of which she manufactured herself using a child's home chemical set.
"Why can't I have unblemished under-eye skin and be without bags like a child?" she wailed.
"Wish granted, murmured the ghoul, making a note in permanent marking chalk on his pocket blackboard.
"These thin mean lips – I want them full and to be so perfectly kissable."
The ghoul chalked another note and picked up in interest as Mary-Lou began unbuttoning.
Out flopped her breasts, looking well past their prime.
Permanently erect 36-B tits, constantly weeping milk, wrote Mike-the-Ghoul, recalling that Mary-Lou was forever going on about 36-B size. This of course was October 30, Note-Taking Day. Humans like Mary-Lou had never picked up on the existence of Note-Taking Day, the dummies.
It was two hours before midnight and the clock in the entrance hall of the house began to chime. Mary-Lou dropped to her knees in anticipation, licking her lips. She waited for the miracle to occur, a miracle she'd disclosed to non-one – not even husband Sammy or her lover, Sammy's father Charles. The secret was she had a magical mirror.
As the clock finished chiming ten, Mike-the-Ghoul's big secret was out and dripping – his 8-inch cock that somehow had retained human form and was in perfect working order. He pushed it magically through the glass and the grateful Mary-Lou spat on it and began licking. Within thirty minutes she would have 7-inches of it down her throat with Mike-the-Ghoul scaring the crap out of his crow because of excessive jiggling as Mary-Lou pulled away from the erection and began spraying her face and tits snow white. She always maximized Mike-the-Ghoul's ejaculations because she rubbed in 'coke' along its length before deep-throating.
Hauling his spent dick back in, wiping it and wiping bird shit off his forearm, Mike-the-Ghoul belched in satisfaction. Mary-Lou was now pressed hard against the mirror so he gave her the tongue fucking she'd earned, ending in her collapsing on to the floor during her 32nd orgasm. The ghoul whistled; the Greengrass's Collie called Turk bounded into the room and vacuumed up all of Mary-Lou's discharges without complaint and flicking the last bit of jizz off her left tit to make a clean breast of it, removing the last shred of evidence of the unlawful sexual connection of a ghoul with a married woman.
Husband Sammy emerged from Mary-Lou mother's bedroom doing up his trousers. He picked up Mary-Lou and as was the custom, snarled "Drunk again" and tossed her on the bed. He then went to the housekeeper's bedroom for the night.
All in all, the Greengrass's perfectly image normal Long Island family who exhibit deep affection for brethren including staff and neighbors.
Early next evening Mary-Lou took her kids and six other nearby kids trick and treating while their parents mixed partners for a mixed cook-out to be followed by a series of very adult games. Sammy had done his bit by making synthetic Jack-o-lanterns for the kids out of rubber. The interior candles burning rubber made one hell of a stink that pleased the kids enormously and folk answering the door to them shelled out treats recklessly just to get the kids off their property, taking the stink with them.
Mary-Lou raced home to ensure she had the kids bathed and were in bed asleep before 10:00 – mirror time. The phone went and she had a call to go to the house two doors away where old Mr McMasters wanted to Trick-or-Treat her.
"Sammy, I'm going to visit old Mr McMasters – keep an eye on the kids, please."
Sammy lifted his face from the butt of the housekeeper and called. "Right, have fun."
