Chapter #3.- Sad day pleased with smoke.

A normal day. I was just jaded for my work day. I was so tired and dry. I was a bad thirst that asked to me for some of vodka, whiskey or rum. It was Friday, time to take a break in the beginning of the weekend.

I arrived to my house, almost immediately. I threw myself to the sofa. I took off my heels and, with no worry, I put my feet on the sofa.

I still had my secretary uniform, A little and thin black coat, a thin blouse, black miniskirt, and a very soft brown stockings that was covered whole my legs.

After a bit laydown in the sofa, I could see that my daughter was not in home. I took my handbag, that was next to me on the floor, and I took a little ashtray that was in the drawer of the wood shelf next to the sofa. I took my lighter and my cigarette pack to take one of it to start to smoke.

"Bad habits to get relax…" I sang whispered softly.

I took the first drag, enjoying how my cigarette smoke was filling me inside. I opened my mouth and exhaled the smoke with pleasure. I couldn't resist to star to touch myself a bit, a little over my breasts around my nipples over my clothes and my panties.

I sipped my cigarette and I inhaled so deeply the smoke to expelled all in a moan saying slowly and softly:

"Oh! Yeah!" while a cloud of cigarette smoke was covering me.

Just in that moment. Someone opened the door. I saw the door. It was my daughter.

"Oh! Honey!" I saluted her glad. She closed the door and saw me so sad.

"Mom…" she said halfhearted, she curved her mouth, took a little breath and burst in tears.

"Oh! Honey?! What's happen?" I asked to her so worry.

She walked through my dense cigarette smoke crying and took a sit next to me on the sofa leaving her backpack next to her with her sweater in the floor. She told me what was happened.

"Amanda… Amanda… My friend. I told her… I told her that I liked her… liked her more than a friend… she got scared and she avoid me all the day. At the end of the school day… I achieved to talk to her, to try to ask for forgiveness… and she… and she… she told me she no longer wanted to be my friend… anymore…" she said and she coughed a couple of times while was crying among my smoke.

"Oh… Honey…" I said to her.

I left my cigarette in the ashtray and put it in the wood shelf next to the sofa. I hugged her softly, I put her head over my chest with love and I kept her in my arms for so long until she felt better.

A silence took the ambience, later. My daughter coughed a couple times in my chest. I felt her warm and wet breath over my skin for a bit and I got red. I shook my head a bit trying to regain consciousness, because my daughter coughed over my chest.

"Oh? Honey?" I said to her a bit worried.

She saw me and she smiled me.

"Sorry mom… you smell like smoke with perfume so strong…"my daughter said while was grimacing a bit, then she turned her head to my chest and added to me. "But… it's okay… bec… because… is like mommy smells… my mommy smells… right?

I got a bit embarrassed and I only could to say so trembly.

"Eh… Ho… Honey?

In a moment she started to breathe shakily, I sonly said to her "Honey?" so worried thinking that she was choking in my smoky smell, but she began to cry.

"Honey what's wrong?" I said to her a bit confused and captivated by her crying.

"Mo… mom… I need to tell you something more…" she said crying and she turned to my face with her eyes full of tears. "I like to see you smoke…" she cried bitterly.

I saw her with feelings shattered. I took ashtray, my cigarette got off, so, I lighted it up again, doing smoke.

My daughter turned her gaze to me, I saw her with my corner of the eye. I blew the smoke to the roof making a lot of smoke over our heads. I stood up with my stuff.

"Mom?" said my daughter so sadly.

I saw her and I winked an eye to her and I responded.

"C'mon with me, to my room, to be more comfortable…" I said to her.

"Mmh…" nodded my daughter happier.

We walked to my room, I sipped my cigarette and I blew the smoke to the roof such a chimney. I was like an old smoky locomotive engine and my daughter was my wagon in the rail.

We arrived to our room and we took a sit on the bed a bit close, between us, was my ashtray, where I put the ashes of my cigarette making a dense smoke stella. My daughter smiled nervous.

"So… do you really like to see me smoking?" I questioned to her a bit curious.

"Yep…" nodded my daughter.

"Tee-hee… check this out…" I said to her.

I sipped my cigarette a couple of times to take all the smoke as I could inhale, then, in a dense smoke screen between us, I started to do smoke rings to her.

"Wow! I didn't know that you could do smoke rings!" said my daughter happy.

I giggled comfortable and I did more rings. I really loved to see my daughter so happy playing with my smoke rings, dissolving these with her finger like a little girl. At the end I blew the residual smoke to the roof in a dense column of smoke, preventing to bothering her with my cigarette smoke.

"Mom… can I ask you for something?" she asked to me.

"Yeah…" I said to her warmly.

"Eh… eh… could you…" she said and she swallowed saliva anxiously. "Could you blow me the smoke to my face please?" she said.

"Eh?" I said to her surprised.

"Yeah… eh… please…" she told me so nervous.

"But, honey! Cigarette smoke is so toxic! I shouldn't smoke in front of you for that" I said a bit worried.

"Please… I… I just want to feel your breeze while you are blowing my face… mom…" she said trying to convince me.

I thought about that for a moment. I really wanted to see her face among my cigarette smoke, she was so beautiful, I loved it. I thought that it would only be a bit of smoke.

"Okay… but, close your eyes to prevent the smoke from getting in there…" I said to her.

"Mmh…" said Marina.

She closed her eyes and she waited for the smoke; she showed her face to me ready to receive to cigarette smoke. I sipped my cigarette with eagerness to inhale an insane amount of smoke. I was hypnotized by the idea to smoke in my daughter's face. I blew the smoke with my lips in a form of kiss to her face slowly, making a dense smoke screen.

My daughter, delicately put a hand over her chest, and she inhaled my smoke deeply, inflating her chest slowly and she sighed so relieved and joyfulness, exhaling the lot of smoke that she had inhaled for her mouth open. I fell in love to her seeing how she had inhaled my smoke. Suddenly. I awakened for trance thinking: "Wait! It's my daughter! My daughter is breathing my cigarette smoke".

"Hey!" I said to her suddenly almost screaming.

"Oh? Mom?" she exclaimed me scared.

"Honey! Don't breathe my cigarette smoke like that way! Is very toxic for your little lungs!" I scolded her so worried (and a bit turned on).

"Oh… mom… so… so sorry…" she said. Then she took a sharp breath doing a grimace, and put a hand over her lips to begin to cough.

"Do you see it honey? Now you have your little lungs full of my cigarette smoke…" I said to her so worried (and excited) while she was coughing. I gave to her little pats to her back to help her to expelled my smoke.

At the end of her coughed she giggled to me warmly and told me:

"Sorry mom. I think I'm intoxicated with your cigarette smoke…" she said and she took another sharp breath to cough more.

"Oh… Honey…" I said to her a bit sad.

"It's okay mom, it's my fault… for inhale so much of your smoke…" she stood up and added to me among a mist of my cigarette smoke. "I think… I need fresh air… so, I'll leave the room…" she told me.

"Yeah, honey... I think that's okay…" I responded to her.

She giggled to me while she got closer to the door. She opened the door and said to me.

"Thanks for the smoke mommy… it… it made feel better…" she told me almost whispered, then she took a sharp breath again to cough hard and she left the room while was coughing and closed the door.

I had mixed feeling. I just stayed in my room smoking cigarette after cigarette. Making heavy and hard to breathe the air around me with my cigarette smoke.

I wished so much to fingered myself to coddle myself, thinking in how my daughter inhaled my smoke so sexily and coughed trying to clear her little lungs of my toxic cigarette smoke. But I didn't that, because, I'm not a monster.

I'm her mom. Her smoking mom.