Mom: A Smoky Love Story

"Mom, I think you're beautiful and I was telling the truth about you being the girl I'm in love with. It's just not tonight. It's always been that way."

"Oh sweetie," said Margie as she placed her hand on his leg. "I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I know we haven't done anything but we're thinking about it and its wrong."

"You feel it too," asked Kenny? "It's not just me?"

"Yes, but this is insane. You're my son. I'm your mother. I'm 53 years old. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"It does, but not like you think. I know how old you are. And I know how I feel. I know how I'll feel tomorrow and the year after that and forever. I'm always going to love you. You might not like it or want it but there's nothing you can do about the way I feel. I'm always going to love you."

"What would we tell you're brother if he found out?"

"He wouldn't have to know," said Kenny.

"But he'd find out sooner or later. It's something we should think about before we let this get too far."

"Lets not think about that tonight. Mason isn't here and he won't be back until tomorrow. Right now it's just you and me and that's all I want to think about tonight."

Margie finished her cigarette and jabbed it out in the ashtray. "I don't know what to say," she said as she pulled another cigarette from the pack and held it to her lips for Kenny to light.

Kenny lit her cigarette and scooted his hips next to her so that he could put an arm around her shoulders. His penis expanded to its full length from under the sheets as he held his mother while she smoked.

Margie was too confused by her feelings to speak. This was the last thing she expected when she woke up this morning. She took a deep breath and relaxed as she melted into her son's chest. She had never given her self to any man other than Kenny's father and here she was in bed, lying in her son's arms, wearing a nightgown and smoking a cigarette no less. It felt nice and it felt like love.

A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Maybe we should use a condom. Do you have one?"

"No," said Kenny. "I've never had sex before so I don't use them."

"Never," asked Margie?

"Why? Is that a problem?"

"Its just that I always thought your first time would be with a girl your own age, someone you cared about and who was good enough for you, a girl that didn't smoke. I shouldn't be your first honey."

"What are you talking about Mom? Don't you understand? This isn't just about sex. I love you and I want to make love with you. I want you to be my first and my last. I want to be your husband."

Kenny watched as his mother's lip quivered and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. He felt her shoulders shudder beneath his arm. The smooth fabric of her silky gown felt like heaven against the bare skin of his arm. He heard the sound of his heart beating against his chest as his mother lifted the cigarette to her lips. He could almost feel the heat from the tip of her cigarette as it glowed hot, her cheeks drawing tight. He stopped breathing as her lips opened to reveal the smoke that drifted back into her throat only to reappear as a thick warm blanket of toxic love. God she looked beautiful when she smoked!

He pulled her closer as the smoke poured from his mother's mouth. He felt her turn into him and saw the hand holding her cigarette rise up from her lap and move toward his shoulder as her face moved closer to his. Her lips met his in an open mouthed kiss and he pulled her even closer.

Oh my God, he thought as he spiraled deeper and deeper into his mother's warm smoky kiss. She was the first smoker he'd ever kissed. But even more than that, she was his mom- the love of his life.

With one arm around her shoulders, he moved his other hand across him so it came to rest on his mother's silk-clad breasts. They were soft and massive like pillows, unlike the small firm breasts of Suzie, the girl that had dumped him. He squeezed them between his fingers and she groaned into his mouth. He felt a nipple. It was long and erect. He circled it with his fingertip. She moaned with pleasure without breaking their kiss.

Margie's free hand instinctively moved under the sheet and over her son's groin, as she would have done had he been her husband. It was huge and hard unlike anything she remembered feeling during the last ten years of marriage to her husband. Even through his gym shorts, it felt marvelous between her fingers. She slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband to get a better grip.

Kenny flinched as his mother's hand moved across his tickle spot, but he didn't break the kiss.

She wanted him inside her; of that she was sure. It wasn't right or fair that she, a woman of her age, should feel the pleasures of an 18-year-old body. The fact that Kenny was her son made it that much worse, or that much sweeter, depending on how she chose to think about it.

Kenny flinched again as a hot ash from her cigarette fell and landed on his chest.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Margie as she broke the kiss to brush the ashes from her son. "I'm sorry. Did Mommy burn you with her cigarette?" She kissed him gently on the spot where she had burned him.

"It's okay Mom. I'm all right. It just surprised me," he said.

She turned away and put the cigarette out in the ashtray beside the bed. It was then that she caught a glimpse of her self and Kenny in the mirror that sat on her dresser. "Oh my God!" she said as she studied the reflection of the old lady in bed with her young son. For the first time that evening, she saw what her son had seen but not from his point of view.

Kenny saw their reflection too but his reaction was much different from hers. It excited him and made him proud to be in bed beside his mother. "That's us," he whispered in her ear. "That's us in love," he said as he pulled the tee shirt from his torso and let it fall beside the bed.

Margie sniffed as she watched him raise his ass in the bed and shimmy out of the old gym shorts. "What are you doing," she asked?

"I'm going to make love to you like we're married."

"Oh no," said Margie. "You can't. Look at me sweetie. I'm too old and I'm your mother. You wouldn't like it. I know you wouldn't. I'm gross!"

"No you're not," said Kenny as he kissed her on the cheek and pulled her gently to the bed. "You're beautiful and I love you."

Kenny had never made love to a woman but he had a good idea of how it was done. He pulled up the hem of her gown and exposed her vagina. Her pubic hair was sparse and gray. He lowered his head and kissed it before pulling himself on top of her. He positioned his legs so that they were between her and raised himself on his hands so that he was hovering above her.

"Are you sure you want to do this honey?"

He lowered his head and kissed her passionately as she squirmed beneath him and guided his erect penis with her hand so that it entered her vagina and slid past her clitoris.

Kenny gasped and Margie grown as his penis began to fill her.

"Oh baby, that feels so nice in Mommy. Push harder sweetie."

"I love you Mom! I love you so much," cried Kenny as he ground his hips into her.

His first few thrusts were awkward as he struggled to stay balanced on his hands, but Margie didn't mind and neither did he. He soon found his rhythm and she hurried to match his blistering pace. His inexperience was obvious but he made up for his lack of skill with passion and a burning desire for her.

Her pleasure was intense, both physically and emotionally. Tears of joy rolled down her cheek as Kenny plunged deeper and deeper inside her. The look on his face was filled with love and wonder as he hovered above her rolling back his eyes and contorting his face. He felt so good inside her. What had she done to deserve such joy and love?

This is my son, she thought as he slammed his hips against hers. This is my baby boy and I am his mother. He said he wanted to marry me and be my husband. He wants me, his mother, to be his first and his last. How wonderful, she thought as his thrusts became deeper and more powerful.

This love or whatever it was that she felt for him was so much different than she ever could have imagined. It wasn't dirty or obscene. It was the most innocent and sweetest love she had ever experienced.

The look on his face told her that he was about to cum inside her and she braced her self for that magnificent moment when his sperm would enter her and join them in a bond that could never be broken.

"That's it baby," she moaned as he bucked and plunged. "Cum inside your mommy. Do it for me sweetie."

Those were the words he longed to hear as he threw his head back and burst inside her. "Oh my God Mom! I love you so much!" he shouted as he emptied his testicles inside her womb.

"I'm coming too!" shouted Margie as she raced to catch up with her son. "Keep going! Keep going!" she urged. And so he did until her screams of ecstasy softened and her teeth bit down on her lower lip.

He fell off of her and collapsed to her side, throwing his arm across her breasts and kissing her cheek with his lips.

A victorious grin erupted across her face as she looked lovingly at her spent son. Her orgasm had left her tingling from head to toe and fighting for breath. She turned her head and whispered her love for him in his ear and told him how wonderful he had made her feel.

His mother's words filled him with pride. He kissed her breasts through the nightgown and his penis swelled again to its full length. He was like a kid in a candy shop who wanted everything at once. "Can we do it again Mom," he asked?

"Of course we can sweetie. But mommy needs to have a cigarette first and catch her breath. I'm a lot older than you. Remember?"

Margie sat up in bed and removed a cigarette from her pack of Winstons and held it to her lips for Kenny to light. It was nice to have an eager young man lighting her cigarette for her. She inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs and broke out in giggles.

"What's so funny," asked Kenny? "Did I do something wrong?" The paranoia on his face made it clear that he felt she was laughing at him.

Margie exhaled and laid a hand on his thigh. "Nothing's wrong sweetie and you were fantastic. It's just the cigarette. You know, like you see in the movies when the people smoke after they make love. Its just a stereotype- kind of a cliché."

Kenny grinned and rubbed his fingers nervously around the lighter. "I know what you mean," he said. "I thought the same thing when I was giving you a light." He blushed. "I liked it. It felt real romantic."

Margie exhaled and kissed him tenderly. "I thought it was romantic too. I love it when you light my cigarettes. It makes me feel very sexy."

"I told you that before Mom. You're sexy when you smoke."

Margie sighed as she trimmed her ash in the ashtray. "Your father didn't think so."

"I can't believe that," said Kenny.

"Its true. He wouldn't let me smoke in bed and after we made love, I'd have to have my cigarette in the bathroom." She paused to take a long drag. "I like this much better, "she said.

"Me too," said Kenny as he wrapped her up in his arms. "Does it really feel good to smoke after sex?"

Margie nodded thoughtfully. "It does honey. I enjoy it a lot." She paused to take a deep puff and exhaled toward the ceiling. "You want to try it don't you?"

Kenny's faced reddened and he shuffled nervously in bed. "Yeah, a little bit I guess. It's just that you smoke and now we're together..."

"Its okay honey. You don't have to explain. I understand completely and I agree with you. If you're man enough to make love to your mother then you're man enough to smoke a cigarette with her afterwards. Is that it?"

Kenny nodded. "Yeah Mom. That's it."

"Okay then. That wasn't so hard. I'm going to teach my son how to smoke cigarettes. I had sex with him and now I'm going to teach him how to smoke. I sure am a great mom aren't I?" she said sarcastically.

"Quit talking like that. You are a great mom."

"If you say so," said Margie as she picked up the pack of Winstons from her nightstand. "You probably won't like this, at least not at first. It takes a little practicing to get used to, so don't inhale too deep at first. Take it nice and slow," she said as she took a cigarette from her pack and placed it between his lips.

She couldn't help but smile as she studied the mixed look of fear and excitement on Kenny's face, as he got ready to light his own cigarette.

"Wait a minute," said Margie as she took the lighter from her son. "This is your first cigarette so I want to make it special. Let me light it for you."

"Okay" said Kenny as he awkwardly held his fingers to the cigarette.

What a fucking rush, thought Kenny as he steadied his lungs for the burst of smoke that was sure to follow. I'm smoking with mom, he thought.

Warm smoke filled his mouth and he heeded his mother's advice about not inhaling too deeply. It was important that he do this right. He didn't want to mess it up by coughing all over her.

Kenny's eyes flew open as his lungs filled with smoke. He blew out the smoke and smiled, knowing that he had done it just like his mom.

"What do you think," asked Margie?

"Its weird," said Kenny as he took another puff. "But it's so cool. I can't believe I'm really smoking with you."

Margie sighed. "I can't believe you've done a lot of things with me tonight."

*****

Kenny made love to his mother three more times that night. He would have gone until morning and beyond but Margie knew she had to play the part of the reasonable mom and put an end to it for the night so they could at least get a little sleep before Sunday rolled around.

"You can sleep with me in my bed tonight honey, but we'll have to set the alarm so Mason doesn't find us like this."

"I want to sleep with you every night," said Kenny.

"I want that too baby, but we have to think this through. We'll have our time together. I promise."

Kenny said he understood, but the expression on his face spoke volumes to Margie. He was hurt and it was clear that he didn't want to leave her bed. She decided to see if she could cheer him up.

"I'm going to have another cigarette before I go to sleep. You can share it with me if you want."

"Okay," said Kenny enthusiastically.

His smile was contagious.

*****

Margie woke up before the alarm and sat up in bed as quietly as possible so as not to wake Kenny while she had a cigarette. She removed a cigarette from the pack of Winstons and lit it her self. The first puff was harsh and it caused her to cough. Kenny stirred beside her.

She glanced over to the mirror on the dresser and sadly studied their reflection. She looked so old in the morning light without her make-up. The pillow hair and the cigarette did nothing for her either. I'm a mess, she thought as she looked at her beautiful son slumbering beside her. What does he see in me, she wondered?

He's going to hate me when he wakes up. He's going to hate me when he remembers what we did last night. And he's going to hate himself. She thought about getting out of bed and getting dressed before he woke up, thinking it would ease the pain if he didn't wake up to see her in bed beside him.

She hadn't been drunk last night. She couldn't blame the wine. She'd been intoxicated last night but alcohol had nothing to do with it. And he had been just as drunk on whatever it was they felt last night. But when he woke up, he'd awake to hangover of guilt and shame, just like the one she was suffering through. But he's a big boy now. He's 18, she argued. He knew what he was doing and he'll just have to live with it like I will.

She was in the midst of lighting her fourth cigarette of the morning when the alarm on her nightstand went off.

She smiled sadly and looked for the response to register on his face as his eyes opened and he became aware of his surroundings. The first thing she saw was a sweet smile of recognition, followed by a morning groan and the stretching of his arms.

"Hi Mom."

"Hi baby. Did you sleep good?"

"Yeah, never better," he said as he pulled himself up in bed and kissed his mother on the lips. "I love you."

"Oh baby, I love you too," said Margie as she wrapped him up in her arms. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about what we did last night?"

He bit her cheek playfully. "Talk about what?"

"You're not upset?"

"No. Are you?"

Margie was flustered and it showed. "I don't know," she said. "I just thought you'd be angry when you woke up, because of what we did last night. It was wonderful honey, but we don't have to do that again. We can just pretend it never happened."

"Mom. What are you talking about? Last night was what I always wanted. You're what I always wanted. Don't you get it? I love you and I want to marry you. I don't know how we can do it but I just know what I want. I want to be your husband. I want every night to be like last night."

"Oh sweetie. I love you so much," she said as she buried her head in his chest.

Kenny took the cigarette from between her fingers and took a puff on it. Man this is great, he thought as he took another puff for his mother's benefit.

"You like it, don't you," asked Margie?

"I do," said Kenny. "Are you sure okay with me smoking?"
Margie kissed him and took the cigarette back. She took another puff and put it out in the ashtray. "I think we have another smoker in the house."

He kissed her passionately and pulled her down to the mattress and mounted her.

"I want to make love to you every day," he said as he penetrated her.

"I want that too," said Margie as she gave herself to her son.

*****

Mason came home from spending the night at his friend's to find his mother making dinner in the kitchen and Kenny in the living room on the Playstation.

"Good timing!" shouted Margie from the kitchen. "I was just setting the table!"

The three of them sat down to a dinner of spaghetti and talked about the things they'd done the night before.

Mason could tell his mother was in good spirits. She looked different to him, younger and more vibrant. "So you had fun then," he asked?

"Definitely," said Margie. "As a matter of fact we might do it again some time."

"So you're saying you might go out with a guy if he asks you?"

"Well I didn't say that, but I did have a good time going out with Kenny."

Mason shrugged. "Whatever," he said. "It's a start. I'm glad you had a good time."

After dinner, Margie sat back in her chair, lit a cigarette and smoked while her sons cleared the table and did the dishes. They were both her children. She had given birth to both of them and loved them equally. But things had obviously changed between her and Kenny.

They had talked about their relationship in depth that afternoon. He had proposed marriage to her and she had accepted, even though they both realized no state in the country would officially sanction their union. Kenny said he didn't need a piece of paper to feel married to her. She agreed, but she said it would be nice to have some kind of a ceremony, even if it was just the two of them.

She sat in the chair and puffed blissfully on her cigarette as she thought about what would happen later that night in her room after Mason had fallen asleep. They had agreed that Kenny would come to her and they would make love, even though tomorrow was a school day. Her thighs tingled in anticipation.

*****

Mason sat in the chair while his mom and brother sat on the couch watching "Law and Order". It was one of their favorite shows. He couldn't help but notice how close they were sitting to each other. His mom didn't like to be close to either of them while she was smoking for fear that her second hand smoke might make them ill. But there she was, blowing her smoke all over Kenny and neither of them seemed to mind. Oh well, he thought as he turned his attention back to the show.