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Story: CHARLEY'S WOMEN, part 1
 Author: slimv September 6, 2001 at 13:57:07 
    Part 1

Charlie sat on the couch with his father pretending to watch TV as he cornered eyed his mother in her long silk nightgown as she lit another of her Benson & Hedges. His ears perked as his mother cleared her throat and followed it with a deep cough. He’d heard his mother’s constant hacking for as long as he could remember and he knew the difference between a dry cough and the one that had just loosened her tar based phlegm.
Jane patted her chest and took another deep puff aware that her 12-year-old son was pretending not to stare. He’d been doing it a lot lately and it made her uncomfortable. Perhaps this was the moment he would come out and say it. After all, they must be learning about it in school, and what would she tell him when he asked her why she smoked? Would she allow him to shame her into quitting? But the question never came and she finished her cigarette in peace.
Later that night, she lay back against her pillow and allowed Jack, her husband to light her. He didn’t smoke but he highly approved of her habit. She spread her legs and took a deep puff as her husband made penetration. She coughed in his face as he lunged forward. How could he be so attracted to her she wondered. What did he see in her? She was only 40 but her three pack a day habit had made her old before her time.
Damn it to hell she thought as she felt the orgasm rising between her legs. She pulled her cheeks together and smoke rushed down the filter to her waiting mouth. She inhaled to her toes and held the smoke deep inside her lungs as the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Hot ashes fell to her chest, soiling her nightgown but she didn’t care as she basked in the aftermath of her smoky orgasm.
She lit another cigarette as soon Jack rolled to his side, spent and fulfilled. He asked her if it had been good. She wanted to answer him. She would have told her that it had felt wonderful but she coughed instead. He smiled at her unfazed. His wife’s coughing was music to his ears.
He might as well smoke him self with all the second hand smoke he consumed. But it was a habit he was never interested in for him self. It was enough that his wife smoked. He kissed her and tasted her smoked out tongue. His penis stiffened as thought of how addicted she was.
She hated it of course. So why did she smoke so damn much? She smoked because she had to. She didn’t have a choice. She smoked her first cigarette at 10 years old. She had stolen it from her mother’s purse. Her parents wound up catching her two year later. They were angry but it wasn’t the end of the world. They gave her their permission. She thought about her 12-year-old son. She was smoking a pack a day when she was his age. She wondered if perhaps he had started. She cringed at the thought.
She and Jack had never talked to Charlie about smoking. They should have done it before now, but the thought of this conversation made her uncomfortable. Never the less it had to be done. Maybe she could pawn the responsibility off on Jack. After all, he was his father and he didn’t smoke.
“I don’t know,” said Jack. “I think we should talk to him together. We’ll do it dinner tomorrow.”
Tomorrow found Jane in the kitchen frying up country fried steak in a heavy black skillet. A cigarette dangled from her mouth as she turned the sizzling meat. Jack and Charlie watched her from the dinner table, each with their own thoughts.
Unbeknownst to either of them, they shared a fetish for smoking. Jack had had it for as long as he could remember. Charlie didn’t know there were even words to describe the way he felt when he watched his mother smoke her Benson & Hedges. He dreamed of the day he could smoke with her. She’d be so proud of him. Surely she would.
Charlie sensed his parents had something to say. They were always quiet when he they had something to say. He thought of the things he’d done today. If he was in trouble he didn’t know what for.
He looked up from his mashed potatoes in time to see his father light his mother. His father was the luckiest man in the world.
“We want to talk to you about something”, began his father. “We want to talk to you about smoking.”
Charlie felt his stomach rise to his throat. Electricity shot through his groin. “I don’t smoke,” he said. He didn’t. It was the truth. What had they heard?
His mother smiled as she put the cigarette to her lips. He watched as she inhaled deeply and elegantly. “We know you don’t,” she assured him. “We just want to talk to you about it.”
Jack cleared his throat to speak. He was excited and hoped it wouldn’t show in his voice. “Do any of your friends smoke Charley?”
Charlie forked his mashed potatoes and squirmed in his seat. “No”, he said.
His mother exhaled a huge plume of smoke toward the ceiling light. “What about any of the other kids in your school. Do any of them smoke?” she asked.
“Carla Johnson and Katy Gingrich both smoke” he said. “But it’s OK because they have their parent’s permission. They’re always leaving their purses open so people can see their cigarettes. Carla smokes Marlboros and Katy smokes Virginia Slims.
Jack and Jane smiled for different reasons. Jack touched himself discreetly as he thought about the two young girls smoking. Jane took another deep puff and coughed. “Girls usually start young”, she said. “They mature faster than boys.”

“How old were you when you started smoking Mom?”

Jane coughed again, not from the smoke but because was nervous. “I was about your age, I guess.”
Charlie’s eyes lit up. “Cool!” he said.
“Its not cool,” said Jane. “Smoking is a very bad habit and I wish I never started. Kids should never smoke.”

“But you’re not a kid now,” said Charlie.

“No I’m not, and I still shouldn’t smoke, but I can’t help
it.”

Charlie looked puzzled so his father jumped in, hoping to
clear up the matter while keeping his hard on going at the
same time.

“Smoking is very addictive,” said Jack with a stern look on his face. “Your mother has been smoking for a very long time and she smokes a lot. She couldn’t quit smoking now if she wanted to.”
His father’s answer did little to clear things up. If any thing he was intriqued. “What would happen if you quit smoking Mom?”
Jane put out her cigarette and allowed her husband to light another one for her. “I’d get very sick if I ever stopped smoking honey. I know this is hard to understand. On one hand I’m telling you that smoking is bad for your body and mine but on the other hand I’m telling you that my body needs to smoke or I’ll get sick. I know it’s hard to understand but that’s what being addicted is like. Right now you feel normal and good and you don’t smoke. Right now I feel normal and good because I am smoking. Does that make sense sweetheart?”
Charlie shook his head. “I guess so”, he said. And then he added, “I think you look pretty when you smoke.”
Jane blushed and Jack’s dick grew. Had he heard his son correctly? Were they more alike than he knew. He wanted to know, but to ask would risk exposing his own fetish. He shook it off and tried to forget what he heard.
“Thank you,” said his mother. “That’s very sweet of you.”
She was taken aback by her son’s compliment and realized the conversation was losing its direction. “Have you ever thought about wanting to try smoking?” she asked.
It was Charley’s turn to blush. He grimaced and shook his head no.
“It’s OK if you’ve thought about it Honey,” said his mother. “Its only natural that a boy your age would be curious.”
Jane paused and took a deep puff from her cigarette. The smoke circled inside her aching lungs. Its funny she thought to her self. How could something so bad for her make her feel so good and still make her feel bad? It didn’t make sense to her and she wished she could describe it. She opened her mouth to speak but coughed instead. It was a deep cough that started in her toes and rattled her rib cage. It was unproductive and hurt. She thumped her chest. “See what I mean?” she asked. “I don’t want you to wind up like me Charley. Do you understand? Promise me you’ll never smoke Charley. Promise me now.”
Charley was dumbstruck. “I promise mom.”
Jane smiled weakly at her son. “Thank you,” she said.

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