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MUMMY'S CURSE: conclusion
 Author: slimv June 22, 2001 at 16:11:49 
in reply to: Re: For Raucher: "THE MUMMY'S CURSE" posted by Raucher on June 22, 2001 at 02:53:32
    MUMMY'S CURSE: CONCLUSION
Kelly wanted to laugh but suppressed the urge. Her mother’s lungs weren’t made for laughing- just smoking. “I wish I could describe it,” she said. “All these years, I never understood why my mother smoked. I watched her coughing fits. I saw her hack the grossest stuff from her lungs and then she’d light another one. I had no idea why she couldn’t quit but now I do.”
“Is it nice?” asked Jeff. “Does it make you relaxed?”
Kelly giggled and took a deep puff. “Yeah” she said. “I guess it is nice. There’s nothing in the world like it. I guess that’s where the addiction comes in. Her body needs the smoke so badly and its like a wave of relief when the smoke fills her lungs. But its not always nice. It hurts. I have trouble breathing and there’s this constant rattling in my chest. And I know I’m sick, I mean she’s sick. I don’t know if its cancer or what, but it just doesn’t feel right.”
Jeff placed a hand over his mother in law’s tit. “Your mother smokes a lot Kelly. I’m sure its done some damage. But I have to admit; she always looks happy when she’s smoking. For that matter, you look happy too. I know this isn’t your body, but I can tell, you like to smoke, don’t you?”
She giggled again and took hold of her husband’s penis. “I do. I like it a lot. It feels sexy, because I’m doing something bad, but I’m not. What about you? How does it feel to be in bed with my mom? How does it feel to kiss her after she’s smoked four packs?”
“Its pretty weird” said Jeff. “I almost don’t want to tell you what I think because I’m afraid you’ll get the wrong idea. I’ve never thought about sleeping with your mom, but since we’re taking about this, I got to tell you I’m excited as Hell. I’ve never been with a smoker before. And I’ve sure as Hell never gone to bed with an older woman, but this is really turning on.”
Kelly smiled at her husband as she took a deep puff from her mom’s Winston. She exhaled in her husband’s face and locked her lips on his. “How about it Honey, want give an old woman a penis ride?”
Jeff didn’t have to be asked twice. He opened his nightstand drawer to get a condom.
“We don’t need that Honey, my Mom is 58. Remember. I can’t get pregnant.”
Meanwhile down the hall, Doris stood in front of the mirror and admired her daughter’s youthful naked body. She picked up the pack of Winstons on the dresser and watched her daughter light up. The smoke in her daughter’s healthy lungs felt wonderful. It felt just like it did 46 years ago when she smoked her first cigarette.
It had been years since his chain smoking mother in-law had been laid and her 58-year-old vagina was wet and tight. He knew it was Kelly, but he thought about Doris as he rammed the aging body underneath him.
“That was great Jeff. Was it good for you too?”
Jeff couldn’t speak. He was spent and grunted his approval.
Kelly lit a Winston and leaned back against her pillow. She was winded from the sex, but she couldn’t deny her mother’s blackened lungs of the nicotine they craved.

“Can I have a puff?” asked Jeff.

The look on Doris’s face was all Kelly’s. “Not on your life”, she said.
Kelly felt like shit when she woke up. She hadn’t slept at all really. She woke up every two hours just so she could have a cigarette. Her coughing woke him up.
“Its OK”, he told her. “I had to get up any way. I want to look at that scarab. I bet you’re ready to get out of that body, aren’t you?”
Kelly lit a cigarette. “I’m ready, but I’ll miss the smoking.”
As Jeff worked in his study, Kelly and her mom caught each other up on the events from last night. He poured though his books while the women smoked and gossiped in the den.
Kelly was a changed woman and she was adult enough to admit it. She practically begged her mother to break in her lungs. “I want to smoke as much as possible when I get my body back,” she said.
“I think I got it figured out,” said Jeff.
Both women looked up from their smoky conversations with excitement and curiosity as Jeff rubbed the scarab and talked in a language that neither had ever heard. The air in the room moved violently and the lights flickered.
Jeff awoke to the sight of him self-checking him out. His entire body ached. His lungs felt as if they were on fire. His breaths were short and difficult. He wasn’t in his house. This was a hospital. He remembered the scarab. It had worked, but apparently not the way he had intended.

“Kelly, is that you?” he asked him self.

He watched as the person in his body shook their head. “Kelly didn’t make it?”
Jeff’s eyes teared up. “What happened Doris?”
“I don’t know. When I woke up, she was dead and you were in a coma. The coroner said she had a heart attack.”
“She was only 25 years old!” He coughed. God, he felt like he was dieing. “How long have I been here?”
“Two days”, said a balding man in a white coat. “You had us pretty worried Mrs. Frager. We also had the opportunity to run some tests and take some X-rays. I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.”
Doris held his hand as the doctor described the multiple tumors in his lungs. I’m only 25 he thought as the doctor showed him the films.

“Your son in-law tells us that you’ve smoked for over 46
years and have a four pack a day habit.”

Jeff didn’t reply. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement and a death sentence.
“You’ve done far too much damage for us to correct,” continued the doctor. “I can’t even advise you to quit. It won’t make a difference. The cancer is so advanced that I think it’s a matter of months- not years. I’m sorry Mrs. Frager.”
Jeff was in a state of shock when Doris wheeled him to the car. She helped him in the passenger seat and took the wheel. She lit a cigarette in his body as she backed the car out of the space. “Want one?” she asked, handing him the pack of Winstons.
Jeff took the pack of Winstons from him self. “You’re smoking in my body Doris.”
Doris took a deep drag from the Winston and smiled at her son-in law. “Its my body now Dear. I’ve done some thinking about what happened to Kelly. It’s not a round trip. Kelly died because she went back to her own body. We’ll both die if we try to trade back. Of course you could find some young innocent to change places with, but that wouldn’t be very nice of you. You might as well get used to it Honey. You’re me and I’m you. So how do you like being a woman?”
When they got home, Doris went to her bedroom and returned with one of her silk nightgowns. It was long, pink and had white lace. Doris told him that it was one of her favorites and to put it on.
Jeff put down his cigarette and undressed in front of the mirror. He stood there naked and exposed. If he had a penis it would have been engorged. He loved his mother in-law’s body. He had always had a thing for her and now he was her. He touched her breasts and stroked her gray pubic hairs.
He admired Doris’s head of shoulder length gray hair as he put on the nightgown. She had never been one to dye her hair and he supposed he would leave it the way it was.
His eye caught movement in the mirror. Doris was standing behind him in his body. Jeff picked up his cigarette and took a deep puff. He watched the smoke roll down his open mouth down into his dark decrepit lungs. They were his lungs now.
Doris put his arms around him. “You look beautiful,” she told him.

“I’m going to die,” he told her.

“Yes you are,” said Doris. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make the best of things until it happens. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to experience things from a woman’s point of view?” She kissed him on the cheek and led him to her bed.

“How do you feel?” asked Doris as she put a cigarette
between his lips and lit it.

“I feel like I have lung cancer,” said Jeff. “I feel like this really isn’t happening to me.”
“I know what you mean”, said Doris as she lit a cigarette and lay back against a pillow. “I’ve never told any one this, but I’ll tell you. I wanted the cancer. In a way I feel cheated. All those years of smoking and you’re the one who gets to take it home. But in a way, this is better. I get to see my body succumb with your eyes, and it will be beautiful. And then I’ll get to do it again with your lungs. I smoked two packs yesterday. I’ll have your lungs up to four packs in a matter of weeks.”
“What if I quit?” asked Jeff. “Would that ruin things for you if quit?”
Doris teasingly licked Jeff’s nipple. “I don’t think you’ll quit,” she said. “I know how your body feels. I know how bad you feel when you’re smoking. I know how much worse it feels when you’re not. And I know how good I can make you feel.” She stroked Jeff’s clit to prove her point. You have cancer and you’re going to die. Nothing can change that, but I can make it tolerable. I can fuck you every day. You can smoke while I eat you out. When you get to weak to hold your cigarette, I’ll hold it for you. You need me Jeff. Are you horny? Do you want me?”

“You’re a guy.”

“And you’re a woman”, said Doris as she lit another Winston
and positioned herself over him.

Jeff experienced multiple orgasms for the first time in his life. So this is what its like to be a woman. He allowed Doris to light his cigarette. The first drag hurt and he coughed a lungful of phlegm only to swallow it back. So this is what its like to be a woman dieing of cancer. 		   
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