Chapter #7.- Choosing the day.

It was Saturday at afternoon. I didn't know how, but Marina convinced me to smoke a cigarette in my room with her in front of me. She was in front of me receiving my smoky breath each time I dragged my cigarette. The room was closed, so it had a bad ventilation, at a half of my cigarette, we ended covered in a visible cigarette smoke mist.

"This is not well Honey. Cigarette smoke its bad for you… you are too beautiful and young to be breathing cigarette smoke from another one" I exclaimed to her, but a little part of me loved that she was with me breathing my smoke in this closed space.

"Oh! Mom… so sorry… I don't know what is happening to me when you are smoking. I feels myself so… I don't know… so happy when you are smoking. I just… I just want to see you closer while you are smoking your cigarettes, because… Oh, I feels so shy to say it…" she said and she got embarrassed. Her face turned red; I could see it in her little white face while she put a hand in her mouth so delicately.

"Honey… it's okay. Tell me, why do you like to see me smoking my cigarettes?" I asked to her.

My daughter turned her gaze to my cigarette, that was producing a smoke stela between my fingers. Then, she turned to me a bit anxious and she responded.

"Well… I don't know exactly… but… but I think you look like a Miss while you are smoking... I mean... you look so beautiful, especially when you are sipping your cigarette, and blowing the smoke with your particularly well style… I think… I think I like your smoking style…

I giggled a bit glad when I heard that. I put the ashes of my cigarette into the ashtray that was almost between us in the bed. The smoke that the cigarette emitted was a bit thick. Marina saw the smoke a bit amazed while it was taking the air among us.

"But… Honey, I think this is not correct. I mean, you're breathing my cigarette smoke…" I said to her a bit worried, but a little turned on too, because I loved to see her happy among my smoke.

She giggled softly and responded me:

"Mom… So sorry, I know but, I can smell the smoke even in my room with doors close. So, I think I'm breathing your smoke even if I far from you…" she responded.

"Mmh… I don't know…" I doubted.

"Mom… please…" said my daughter a bit suffering.

"Mmh… okay… I'll continue smoking my cigarette in front of you…" I said a bit doubted.

"Ah! Thanks mom!" thanked my daughter so glad and smiling.

I sipped my cigarette with eagerness, I closed my eyes a bit, I could see between my half-closed eyes that Marina was getting close to me. She took my ashtray to get closer as she could. Her knees touched mines. I got a bit shy. In a moment I ended to inhale the smoke from my cigarette. I filled my lungs as much as I could. I opened my mouth taking a sharp breath to get cold the hot cigarette smoke recently inhaled.

Marina was smiling anxious pretty close to me while waiting for the smoke. I tried to do not smile while I was holding the smoke inside myself. I exhaled slowly the smoke. As a fog machine I blew the smoke pretty measured covering the little space that was between us. Marina closed her eyes to prevent the thick smoke from entering her, while she was receiving my cigarette smoke exhaled from my mouth with her little angelical face.

Among us, there was no air, just a cloud of my cigarette smoke recently exhaled. Marina smiled pretty among the smoke, she moved it a bit with her breath.

"It's awesome… mom… can I breathe in it?" she asked to me.

"Oh! Honey! Don't breathe my cigarette smoke, is bad for your health!" I scolded her but, I really loved to see her in the middle of a cloud of my smoke.

"Mom… I just wanted to inhaled just a bit… please…" she told me almost moaning.

"Mmh… ok, breathe in it…" I nodded a bit indifferent.

Marina giggled glad. She saw the smoke around her that was floating like a huge blanket in the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled so deeply; inflating her pretty lungs with the smoke in the air and looking like as if she was enjoying it on the way. After a long and slow inhale, she held the smoke inside herself for a bit and she sighed thanked while was exhaling the smoke in front of me pretty close. I saw how the smoke was coming from inside her while she was exhaling with her open mouth, some of smoke caressing my face in that moment, I got a bit amazed and excited, I couldn't avoid to exclaim "Oh…" as a little moan when I felt the smoke in my face.

"Oh… mom… sorry…" apologized my daughter. "I… I… It was not my intention to blow you the smoke to your face with my breath, sorry… I left myself go, I… oh… really sorry…" added to me so shyly.

"It's okay Marina. But, why do you love my smoke? And don't asked to me from cigarettes!" I said to her.

"Oh! Mom… I don't want your cigarettes, it's enough to me with your smoke… I mean, your smoke is like magic, I like to see it floating in the air around me, like a blanket and doing a mist around me, I really love to see you making clouds of smoke while smoking, it's like a dream to me, and finally… I love to breathe in it, it's like a magical sensation crossing my nose, my throat… chest… tee-hee…" she said and she giggled pretty.

"Mmh… I don't know Marina…" I said and I turned to my cigarette that was making smoke between my fingers. I saw that I had a large way of ashes in my cigarette.

"Oh! Ashtray?" said my daughter. She took the ashtray and she held it to close to her breasts with both hands.

"Eh… yeah. Thanks…" I responded a bit doubted.

I put the ashes of my cigarette into the ashtray with so much carefully, to avoid to get my daughter burned into the hot ashes, on the way I made a huge smoke trail with my smoky cigarette. All of that thick smoke took her face and assaulted her nose and mouth. Marina grimaced disgusted and turned her face a bit away from the ashtray. She took a sharp breath and coughed to clear her breath for all of that thick cigarette smoke that she had inhaled.

"Oh! Honey! You're coughing!" I scolded her worried because Marina had inhaled so much smoke and got choked in it.

"Cough! Cough! Sorry mom… I've inhaled a lot of smoke from the ashtray… cough! Cough!" responded my daughter coughing.

"Mmh… I think it is sufficient…" I said to her.

"Mom! Please… You still have sufficient tobacco in your cigarette. Please continue smoking…" said my daughter with sadness.

"But, Honey… You're coughing. My cigarette smoke is making the air hard to breathe to you. Would you like to continue breathing my smoke? I still think this is not well…" I said to her a bit worried.

She put a hand in her lips and giggled pretty slightly.

"Tee-hee… Mom, leave me to breathe your smoke. Coughs were because I inhaled so much smoke from the ashtray, but your breath is like clean air to me. I like it mom…" she told me and saw me to my eyes so glad.

"Mmh… okay…" I responded doubting.

I sipped my cigarette again. Marina smiled so happy while I was inhaling the smoke. I inhaled all the smoke I could and I took a little breath to get it inside. I pointed to my daughter's face with my lips while she was seeing me so anxiously, then, I smiled to her joking, and I changed the direction of my lips, to blow the smoke to the room's roof.

Marina saw the smoke column that I was doing. I blew the smoke for so long until I did a dense cloud over our heads; then, she reclaimed me a bit angry.

"Oh! Mom, I thought that you would to blow the smoke to my face again…

"Tee-hee, sorry honey. But I thought it would be so much smoke for you" I responded to her.

"Oh! Mom, please, blow me the smoke to my face… please…" she asked me.

"Mmh… okay, honey" I accepted.

"Ah! Thanks mom. Ooh and… please, blow me the smoke for a long time, like that way that you blew the smoke to the roof, please!" she asked to me.

"Mmh… are you sure, honey? I think You would start to cough if I blow so much smoke to you for so long" I said a bit worried and turned on.

"Oh! Mom! Please, I will be okay…" she told me.

"Mhh… okay… I'll do it.

"Oh! Thanks mom!" she responded me.

"But… if you cough, I'll stop smoking immediately" I added to her to end it, because I was so turned on. I couldn't keep it and hide it for so much more.

"Oh! But mom!

"Honey!" I exclaimed to her.

"Okay mom. If I cough, you will stop smoking" she said to me a bit sad.

"Well… here comes the smoke…" I said to her.

I sipped my cigarette but, I inhaled a lot of smoke, I fill myself as I could until top. I couldn't even take a bit air to push all the hot cigarette smoke inside myself. I shrugged and expanded my chest a lot as I could trying to keep the cigarette smoke inside me with no air. I was overflowing in smoke. I pointed to her face with my lips while she was waiting the smoke glad and smiling, with all the intention to make her cough to end this now, I blew the smoke slowly to her pretty face.

I deflated myself like a balloon, of course, as soon as my smoky breath achieved to her face like a slight breeze, she got closer to me to inhale the smoke.

I could see how Marina's expressions evolved slowly, first she was so happy while I was blowing the smoke, as soon the smoke got thicker her face changed, she grimaced a bit, she was trying to hold her breath. Soon, she looked uncomfortable and I continued blowing the smoke making denser the cloud around her face. Marina got a disgusted face after so long receiving my smoke, she needed to breath and I continued blowing the smoke slowly.

In a moment, Marina grimaced hard and took a little breath to start to cough disgusted by the strong smell of my cigarette smoke.

"Well… that's all…" I said to her with residual smoke in each word while she was coughing breathless.

"Gah! Cough… cough! That's unfair! You made me cough on purpose… cough! Cough!" she said and continued coughing.

"A deal is a deal…" I said to her while I was taking the ashtray from next to her to put out my cigarette.

"Mmh…" exclaimed Marina angry.

"Oh! Honey. Please" I said to her.

"Okay mom… but, can I ask something to you?" she told me.

"Mmh… what's happen honey?

"Can I go to see you smoke on Saturday in afternoon in your room? I promise you to do not bothered you in the middle of the week for it" she said.

"Oh honey… I don't know…" I doubted.

"Oh! Mom! Please. Just one day, I want to see you smoking in front of me…" she responded.

"Mmh… okay, but only one cigarette… but, if you cough, I will put out the cigarette… okay?" I offered to her.

"Mom! Please, give a chance… how about three coughs? Or something like that, and just one cigarette? Mom, let me see three cigarettes at least! Please…" she cried jaded.

"Mmh… okay… but not now!" I said to her. I felt how my nipples was touching my bra, I was so turned on and I wanted to kiss my own daughter to her lips with my smoky breath. It was not right, that was the reason that I wanted to stop seeing her.

"Oh! Okay mom! Yeah…" she said.

She got closer to me. I got a bit uncomfortable and shy, then she whispered to my ear "Thanks for the smoke mommy…" and kissed my cheek pretty slight, then she left the bed, walking slowly and moving her hips around a dense cigarette smoke stela. She got out the room closing the door slowly.

I didn't know what the fuck was happened but, I was pretty glad and turned so much on. I went to take a bath to colddown myself.