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Re: Story: ALL IN THE FAMILY- Part 6
 Author: slimv July 25, 2001 at 20:09:27 
in reply to: Re: Story: ALL IN THE FAMILY- Part 5 posted by slimv on July 25, 2001 at 20:08:38
    Part 6

Barbara left me alone in the bedroom until it was time for dinner. As she fed me, I realized how dependent I was on her. For the next four months I would be completely at her mercy. I apologized to her.
Barbara accepted my apology and we watched TV until it was time for bed. She could have sent me to my room but she didn’t. She invited me to hers and I sat on her bed and watched her take off her make-up at the vanity. A cigarette burned in the ashtray beside her as she stretched her cheek and rubbed it clean with oiled cotton.
I pulled the sheet over my legs as I watched her undress and take a red negligee from her dresser drawer. I don’t know much about lingerie except that I like it, but I wondered if this hadn’t been custom made for her. She put it over her gray head of hair and pulled the lace hem snug around her small waist. I was still in awe of her implants. My penis grew thick as her breasts bulged against the red lace. Tammy had had a teddy like this, but she couldn’t fill it like her momma.
She was standing in front of the bed when she lit her cigarette. Most women would have waited until they got in bed, but Barbara wasn’t one to waste smoking time. The woman is like a steam driven locomotive. She doesn’t move unless her lungs are being stoked. Her mouth is like a chimney. She was a nicotine machine.
The air beside me moved when she climbed into bed. I know she was holding a lit cigarette but the smell of smoke that clung to her hair and skin brushed past my nose. I could smell her from five feet away even if she wasn’t smoking. And I so loved that smell. She took a deep puff and blew her smoke toward the ceiling then she kissed me.
What do you think people would say if they found out about us, she asked? I told her that they would probably think I was one lucky guy. She laughed but the laugh became a cough. When she caught her breath, she asked about my mom. She asked if my mom would think I was a lucky guy? It was my turn to laugh. I told her I didn’t know but my dad would think so.
You’re mom trusts me to take care of you, she said. I don’t think she’d be too pleased to hear I took advantage of you last night.
I told her that she didn’t take advantage of me, that I had wanted it too. And then I told her that I liked her a lot, more than she knew.
She took another drag from her cigarette and smiled as she threw her legs over the bed. She took my hand and led me to the mirror. We looked at our reflection in the mirror. I saw the cigarette in her hand. I saw the reflection of her thick exhale as it bounced off the glass. I watched her massive breasts push against the red lace.
I’m 51 years old she said, and I don’t look young for my age. You’re 17. I’m old enough to be your mother but I look like your grandmother. When we were together last night, didn’t it bother you that I was so much older? I kissed her on the cheek as I discreetly sniffed her smoky hair. I told her that I thought she was beautiful. She must have felt a cough coming on because she turned her head and thumped her chest.
I waited patiently for the coughing fit to end. When it did, I kissed her softly on the lips and led her back to bed.
Making love to Barbara was so much more intense than doing her daughter. Tammy was a sexual novice, not that I wasn’t, but Barbara was an expert and I was the benefactor of her experience. She knew things about my body that I didn’t know. There was simply no comparison.
We lay together for about five minutes, which is about the longest I’ve seen her go without a cigarette. She pulled her self up on the pillows and picked up a pack from the nightstand. She was saying something about something but I wasn’t listening. My eyes were glued to the pack of Virginia Slims in her hand. It’s hard to explain but I was mesmerized. The pack fit perfectly in her hand. I watched her extract a single cigarette from her pack. She held it high between her angled fingers at the filter. She smoked like a lady and I loved her for it. I would have given any thing to light it for her but I couldn’t hold a damn thing with my casts. I wanted to participate in her addiction but my injuries relegated me to watching status. Even more than that, I wanted a cigarette.
Barbara got out bed to go to the bathroom. I thought she would have taken the cigarette with her but she didn’t. I watched it smolder in the ashtray and I lusted for it. If not for the casts I would have picked it up and took a quick puff. As it was, I wondered if I couldn’t just lie down and position my lips over the filter. My body shivered in anticipation of the coming smoke as my lips stretched for the filter.
The toilet flushed. I jerked away hitting my head on the nightstand, knocking over the ashtray, spilling butts and a lit cigarette to the floor. Barbara screamed and rushed to my side. She picked up the burning cigarette and the ashtray and put them on the nightstand. She asked if I was OK as she examined the growing egg on my forehead. I told her I was. She asked what happened.
I couldn’t tell her the truth, not after this morning. Perhaps I could tell her I had an itch and was trying to scratch it, but that didn’t make sense. I moved my lips and listened to the words as if some one else were speaking them. I told her that I was trying to smoke her cigarette. She gasped. The muscles in her face contorted. She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to speak but coughed instead. I saw another lecture coming.
How could you, she asked? She shook her head and looked at me with disgust. Move over, she said. And I made room for her.
I felt like a kid. I was a kid. I felt smaller than a kid. She would never trust me again. I’d be lucky if she didn’t send Todd and I back to live with my parents. How could I have been so stupid? I had a good thing going. Barbara was the woman of my dreams and she was fucking my balls off, but I had to have my cigarettes and smoke them too. I deserved whatever was coming next. I hung my head and waited for the lecture to begin.

Despite every thing we talked about, you still want to
smoke?

Was that a question or a statement? I didn’t know so I didn’t answer.
She told me that she didn’t want to be the tobacco police and was tired of fighting with me over it. She took a deep puff and sighed and then she put the cigarette to my lips. I should have been happy. My dick should have been hard but the victory wasn’t sweet.
Tears ran from her eyes as I pulled on the filter. I wanted to wipe them away, but not with my casts. My smoking was tearing her apart. She really felt bad about it.

I love you so much, she said as she pulled away the
cigarette and allowed me to inhale.

The victory might not have been sweet but the smoke inside my lungs was. I told her I was sorry as I exhaled.
She sniffed and tried to smile. She told me it was OK. She told me she’d get used to it. And then she kissed me.
The next day went a lot better. At least the tears were gone and she didn’t lock me in the bedroom. Smoking incorporated it self into our daily routine. She’d help me pee. She dressed me. She fucked me. She fed me food and she fed me smoke.
As the days turned into weeks I understood my relationship with Barbara had become my first and only honest relationship. It was the first time in my life that I could be my self and not be afraid of what another person thought of me. She loved me unconditionally.
She kept my secret and helped me to become a real smoker like her. After the first month she was hand feeding me a pack a day. I would have smoked more if it weren’t for school but I wasn’t complaining. I enjoyed the way she hand fed me my nicotine and I think she liked it too.
She told me that she enjoyed having power over my addiction. I think that’s what swung her emotions the other way. She got off on being in charge. She was definitely in charge of when, where and how much I smoked.
Barbara had begun to think of me as a fellow smoker and not some closet smoking kid, even though I hadn’t smoked in public at that point. Her change in attitude meant every thing to me. I would have enjoyed smoking regardless of her feelings but knowing she was OK with it made it taste that much sweeter.
I quit school after the first month AB. I joking refer to my time at Barbara’s as BB and AB, Before Barbara’s Bed and After. I told Barbara that school was getting in the way of my smoking. She laughed when I told her that, but she knew it was true. She knew I loved to smoke. I wanted to spend every waking moment by her side sharing cigarettes with her.
Of course my parents threw a fit when I told them I was dropping out of school. I know it sounds stupid, but keep in mind that I had just become independently wealthy and so had Barbara. The trucking company that caused the accident settled with us out of court for three million dollars. We had the time and money to dedicate our lives to smoking and sex.
After two months AB, I was smoking two packs a day from Barbara’s hand. I had also developed an occasional smoker’s cough that Barbara quickly noticed. I was afraid it might trigger bad memories, but she was over that part of our life. She thought it was cute that I was beginning to cough like her.
After three months AB, I asked Barbara to marry me, and she said yes. At first she was worried about what people would think. Her husband had only been dead three months and she was getting married. Not to mention she was marrying her dead daughter’s 17-year-old husband. She said it worried her but I knew she was kidding. She thought whole thing was sexy.
My parents didn’t think it was sexy when we told them. As a matter of fact my mother was devastated. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse I asked Barbara for a cigarette.
My mother watched in horror as Barbara smiled and put her cigarette to my lips. My mother wasn’t disgusted. She was shocked and that was even better. My father asked me when I started smoking and I told them both the truth. I told them about Barbara hand feeding me two packs a day. And I told them I would smoke a lot more as soon as I got my casts off.
I’m 23 years old now. Barbara and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary two weeks ago. My hands have long since recovered and I can smoke on my own. But I still let Barbara hand feed me at least two packs a day. As I said before, she enjoys the power trip. Of course she has her own five-pack a day habit to tend with so she can’t feed me all day. And I’d die if relied solely on her to satisfy my addiction.
I caught up to Barbara last month. I’m proud to say we smoke a carton a day between us. Of course I don’t smoke Virginia Slims any more. I smoke Benson & Hedges. They’re a lot like the Virginia Slims but more manly if you know what I mean.
Once a week, we take Todd to the grocery store and buy our supply for the coming week. If it weren’t for the settlement money we wouldn’t both be able to smoke like this. Fourteen cartons a week between the two of us. We spend over $500 a week on smokes!
Todd is three months shy of turning eight. Barbara and I were both worried how the knowledge of our marriage would affect him. He asks a lot of questions, which is natural. None of his other friends’ grandmothers are married to their fathers so he realizes the situation is unique. He calls Barbara grandma and me his Daddy. It just sounds funny when he wakes us up in the morning.
Believe it or not, my parents have even accepted my marriage and my habit. I still get that warm and fuzzy feeling when I’m having a cigarette with Mom and Barbara. Dad can’t bear to be in the same room with the three of us when we get together.
I wish this could last forever but I know it can’t. Barbara hasn’t been to the doctor yet, but we’re pretty sure she has cancer. She shows all the signs, which predominantly include coughed up bloody lung tissue. It gets a little messy sometimes but that’s life.

Todd is going to miss his grandmother.

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