Chapter #4.- Just… a cigarette…

"Oh… Why?... Why?... Why?!" I told to myself in my room so desperately. I had a week thinking in my daughter. Thinking, in how she looked in my smoke. Breathing it softly and filling her innocent and virgin lungs with my cigarette smoke.

I was smoking in my bed. I got home earlier than her. I hadn't even changed my clothes. I was in my secretary uniform almost exactly, except of my heels. "Ahh… damn it…" I sighed while I was exhaling a cloud of smoke at the same time.

My ashtray was full of ashes of four cigarettes. My room was full of smoke. I loved the dense bedsheets in the air, floating and making heavier the air, and I loved the dense mist of cigarette smoke that I was doing in each drag of my cigarette.

In a moment. Marina got in home. I left my room and I went to the stairs. I saw my daughter downstairs closing the door. She saw me and she smiled to me.

"Mom!" she greeted me and went upstairs.

"Honey! Hi! How was your day?" I said glad to her.

"Oh, well…" she said, suddenly she stopped talk with me and turned her head to the corridor. "Oh… is that smoke?" she said a bit missed.

I saw to the corridor too and I saw the dense mist of cigarette smoke leaving my room to fill it. "Ah! I forgot to close my room's door!" I thought.

"Eh… sorry… for… for that smoke…" I said to her so ashamed.

My daughter turned to me and she giggled. She responded to me:

"It's okay mom… eh… can I see you smoking your cigarette? Tee-hee… like last week?" she questioned to me.

I got red. I really wanted to see her in my cigarette smoke again. I giggled and responded.

"Okay Honey. But don't breathe it… mmh?" I said to her smiling.

"Eh! Mmh! Yep mom!" she responded to me anxious.

We went to my room, of course it was full of smoke, and my daughter fanned it a little uncomfortable with a hand near to her face.

"Oh, sorry honey… eh… I'll open a window…" I said and went to open it.

My daughter stopped me and told me so softly.

"It's okay mom… I'm good…

"Really? I mean… are you sure?" I asked to her a bit worried and a little turned on.

"Tee-hee! Yeah mom, never better…" she giggled and told me glad.

We giggled like two little girls among my dense smoke cigarette and we went to my bed to take a sit.

Of course, my nerves were eating away me, I was so anxious to smoke my cigarette in front my daughter. Sure, I took pretty cautions to avoid bother her with my smoke, except for the smoke in the air, to prevent to her cough with my cigarette smoke.

I dragged my cigarette a couple of times, doing thick smoke columns to the roof and making a cloud over our heads. My daughter giggled so glad and kindly.

She clapped glad a couple of times gently and told me smiling:

"Clap! Clap! Great smoke mom!

"Tee-hee! Thanks, Honey…" I giggled and responded so glad to heard it from her.

Of course, the smoke over our heads turned so dense to the air of my room, it started to fall slowly as a little smoke rain. My daughter felt how the smoke caressed her face softly. She put a hand in her face to cover her mouth and nose to avoid to breathe the cloud that was giving her a bath.

"Tee-hee! Sorry, Honey… it's a lot of smoke" I said to her and I started to push the smoke aside from my daughter fanning it with a hand.

"Mom, it's okay… tee-hee…" she responded me glad and giggled.

"Well… I… I think this all… it's too much smoke, I guess it has begun to bother you…" I said to her a bit worried because she was breathing my cigarette smoke.

"It's okay, I think… I need to tell you something…" she told me with a trembling voice.

"What's happen?" I asked to her.

"Mom… I… eh… I'm always breathing your smoke, yeah, far away to you of course… in my room while you are smoking daily… I mean… I smell the smoke in my room while you're smoking and it make me cough a bit, so, I think it is the same thing that I'm next to you while you're smoking than far away from you in home…

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

"Mom… It's okay, I… I like your smoke… It's okay…" she told me and she shrugged. "Mom… could you make me cough with your smoke?... please…" she asked to me shy avoiding to see me with a hand in her mouth.

"Honey? Do you want it? I mean… do you want me to make you cough with my smoke? why? That's not good…" I said to her a bit worried.

She saw me with sadness. She responded a bit weak and tremble voice.

"I don't know mom… I just get a bit anxious when I have your smoke on me. I.. I like to see the cloud of smoke next to me… over me… on me…" she said shyly. "Please mom! Please… give me a smoke cloud to see…" she added anxious and she shrugged again and told me. "To breathe… to cough… please…

I doubted a bit for a moment. She was my daughter, the idea to make cough to her was so bad, but she was beautiful. The idea to smoke in her face was turning me on a bit. I liked, not… I loved the idea to make a cigarette smoke cloud to her face, to cover her body. I wanted to see her pair of breasts in a huge smoke cloud. I felt so bad, insane, because she was my daughter, but she was asking for my smoke.

"Honey… eh…" I said a bit doubting among my thoughts. She saw me smiling tranquil. I saw her a bit and I responded. "Okay, honey… Prepare yourself to receive my smoke… okay?" I responded.

Marina smiled so glad and exclaimed "Mmh!" so happy. She waited for my smoke anxious. I got closer to her.

I sipped my cigarette with enthusiasm, after the first drag, I took a little breath, to make space in my lungs to introduce more smoke with a second drag, I repeated a couple times that steps. I got filled with smoke my lungs, expanding my whole chest as I could. I got closer to her and she too. I opened my mouth to expelled the smoke slowly doing a cloud of smoke. Marina, my daughter, stayed close to my mouth to receive the cloud that I was doing with love to her.

Marina closed her eyes while she was receiving my smoke to little her angelical face. After I ended to blow the smoke, she opened her eyes to see my artwork. She giggled glad among my insane and heavy cigarette smoke cloud. She put a hand on her chest and inhaled so deeply my cigarette smoke that was covering her. She sighed relived among my smoke, and whispered breathless thankfully: "Thanks mom… I love it…" she began to cough happy in my smoke, I knew it, because she was smiling while was coughing and breathing more of it to cough more.

"Tee-hee… you're welcome, honey…" I spoke. I felt happy and guilty at the same time. She was my daughter, that was not good, but she was getting happy among my smoke, so, why do not make my daughter feel good about what she wants with? If she is happy with my smoke, why I can't give smoke to her? But it was not good, because she was getting sick in my cigarette smoke, coughing into it.

I doubted a bit while my daughter was coughing into my smoke, but doubts disappeared when she ended to cough and saw me happy. Her lovely smile among my smoke made me fall in love. I saw my cigarette smoky that was half. I turned to y daughter and I asked to her curious.

"Do you want more smoke, honey?" I questioned her, thinking that she would say no, and thinking that would want to take a breath of fresh air after breathe my exhaled cigarette smoke almost directely, and because the air in my room was too heavy because my cigarette smoke.

She giggled glad and responded with another question.

"Can I breathe more of your smoke, mom?

I saw her a bit shy. I got red and anxious. She was happy in my smoke and I was enjoying to smoke over her. The perfect couple.

"Oh… of course yes… Honey…" I responded with no doubt.

"Yeah! Please! I want… I want more of your smoke mommy!" she told me.

I couldn't avoid to smile. I wanted to smoke more over her. I sipped my cigarette again and dragged it deeply several times. She saw me glad and anxious while she was getting closer to me. This time I didn't smoke with my mouth. I closed my eyes and I started to blow the smoke with my nose.

She exclaimed with a little moan so surprised "Oah!" while I was exhaling the smoke. I sipped dragged and did a nose exhale, drag after drag, I expelled smoke from my nose like a car with broken exhaust, making a dense cloud smoke and doing it denser.

After several drags, with no rest nor breathe, as a crazy smoker, I got the end of my cigarette.

"Oh! Mom!" exclaimed Marina scared and she started to cough hard among my cigarette smoke. She looked disgusted and she couldn't breathe with all of that cigarette smoke.

I saw her that she was really coughing hard in my smoke. I started to cough too, because my problem. My nose and my air way were full of smoke, and it couldn't get outside with my normal breath. I needed to cough to clear my nose and breathe properly.

"Cough! Cough! Mom! Cough… cough…" exclaimed my daughter among coughs.

"I'm okay, Honey… I'm okay…" I responded breathless but enjoying the smoke inside me. I loved the asphyxia sensation when I had full of smoke myself.

"Oh! Mom! That was awesome! Cough… cough…" she congratulated me glad and coughing.

I coughed a couple of times and hawked a bit.

"Well that's all… this is so much smoke for now…" I said and I sighed deeply.

Marina giggled and she saw me a bit tired.

"Mom… can we stay her for a moment? I mean… to breathe the residual smoke in your room… I like so much!" she whispered.

I giggled a bit tired too. "Okay" I responded confident to her.

My daughter and me got laydown on bed, enjoying the smoke that was bathing the room. The air was too heavy and make us cough for little moments. Marina covered her face with my secretary uniform in my breasts, breathing into it, to avoid inhaling so much smoke from my room. I smiled happy to get her in my body.

She fell asleep first, coughing a bit in my breasts for the heavy killing cigarette smoke in the air of my room. I hugged her so happy while she was sleeping and coughing for moments. After a moment I felt a bit tired and I fell to asleep too with my daughter.

We were sleeping and breathing my cigarette smoke in the room until night fell. We woke up coughing by the strength smell of cigarette smoke in my room. Marina took a sharp breath and coughed loud a couple of times, I caressed her hair and I giggled, she smiled to me so happy.

She told me in a moment:

"Could you smoke another cigarette?

In that moment I responded a bit angry.

"No! Honey, it's too much smoke for you! You're coughing too much… you would get sick for my smoke!" I scolded her a bit worried.

"Tee-hee! Ahem… sorry mom…" my daughter responded with a little raspy voice and hawked a bit to clear her throat. I giggled glad.

That day we forgot to eat.