Chapter #2.-Spending time with mom.

A normal day in home. After dinner, Marina went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I went to the shelf wood in the living room to take an ashtray, then I told to my daughter that I would be in my room.

I usually didn't eat too much, one of many reasons that I was too thin, but in this occasion, my daughter prepared a tasty fettuccini, so I ate a bit more that habitual.

I went upstairs to my room. In my bed was waiting for me a fashion magazine and my cigarette pack with my lighter.

I had two bad habits where I spent a fortune. In first place, cigarettes and the second place, fashion magazines. Yeah, smoking habit is too expensive, but I had the money to spend on it, so, if I would to decide between my two bad habits, definitely I would to prefer to smoke (I don't know, I love to do clouds of smoke dragging mi cigarette, and I love to be among a mist of my own cigarette smoke, fogging my gaze, it's exciting).

I laydowned in bed softly, then; I took my cigarette pack and my lighter. While I was preparing a cigarette from my pack to take it with my lips, I whispered softly almost singing like a little melody so glad: "Good girl, bad habits!". Then I proceeded to lights up my cigarette.

After the first drag and the first cloud of smoke. I started to read my magazine. A super star model was wearing a black dress. I saw it with and I liked it, elegant neckline to show a part of her breasts, long skirt up the ankles and black high heels.

I smiled and I sipped my cigarette. I blew the smoke in a smoke column, then I saw that I had no cigarette smoke mist around me.

"Boring…" I said to myself.

I sipped my cigarette with enthusiasm, I exhaled a part of the smoke with my lips corners several times with the cigarette in my mouth making a lot of dense clouds of smoke to my sides; then I sipped my cigarette again, almost sucking it hard and inhaled smoke so much as I could to exhale it by my nose doing so much smoke as I could.

"Better…" I saw to myself while I was seeing my artwork, a fog bank around me made with my own cigarette smoke.

I coughed a couple of times while I was putting the ashes into the ashtray, because I was choking with the residual smoke that was overflowing from my nose and inside my throat. I was seeing that I dragged my cigarette until half, it didn't matter me, I repeated that way to smoke to end my cigarette too fast doing heavier the fog bank of cigarette smoke around me.

I coughed again, choked by my own cigarette smoke inside me while I was putting off the butt into the ashtray, then, I took another one from my cigarette pack and my lighter to light it up.

After the first drag and first inhale, I blew the smoke pointing my lips against my magazine over the picture of the star filling it with smoke.

"I could be your smoke machine of your photoshoot session…" I whispered to the picture and I giggled among my cigarette smoke.

In that moment. My daughter opened the door suddenly.

"Mom?" she asked to me.

"Oh! Honey!" I said to her a bit worried and embarrassed. I thought that she was among my dense cigarette smoke, but it was only my fogged gazed, because the smoke was still concentrated around my bed. "Honey! How many times I'd said that first you should to knock the door before open it!" I scolded her.

"Oh… so… sorry mom…" she apologized.

She came outside and she closed the door, then she knocked the door a couple of times.

"It's open…" I said to her.

She opened the door, but she did not enter, she only showed her head and spoke.

"Mom?

A bit moment we were in absolutely silence. In a bit we started to laugh glad. My daughter entered to my room and closed the door behind her. She walked to the bed and through the smoke ignoring it for a bit.

When she smelled my cigarette smoke, she tried to kept calm preventing to grimace. She put a hand over her lips delicately and she hawked slightly while she was taking a sit on the bed softly like a miss.

"Oh… honey… so… sorry for all of this cigarette smoke…" I apologized to her and I took a sharp breath to blow the heavy smoke among us, trying to dissolve it in the air a bit.

My daughter just giggled glad and she said me with a warm tone:

"It's okay mom, smoke your cigarette confident. I'm just here to… to talk a little.

"About what?" I asked curious to her.

"Oh… eh… about… about… about your day to day" she told me.

"Eh?" I exclaimed confused.

"Yeah, I mean… we ate in completely silence… I did not ask you for your day. How was your day today mom?" she questioned gently to me.

I got a bit anxious. Literally, I was with my daughter talking in the middle of my cigarette smoke. I could see the bedsheets of smoke floating and dancing in the air around us, getting expanded slowly and drawing a dense mist softly among us.

"I… eh… I don't know… I mean… eh…" I said so uncomfortable and thinking about my daughter while I was avoiding to see her huge breasts.

Marina saw me a bit worried and she questioned to me.

"Is it all okay mom?

I got shy seeing my daughter through my smoke. I only responded.

"Eh… well… ah, my day… yeah… my day…

My daughter put a hand in her lips, she closed her eyes, she shrugged delicately; then she turned her head a bit by her left side and she hawked softly a couple of times to clear her throat of all of that smoke that she had inhaled already. She turned to me again gently and added:

"Yeah, mom. How was your day? tee-hee…" she told me warmly and she smiled to me confident.

I saw her and I had mixed feelings. I got turned on a bit seeing her suffering in my smoke, at the same time; I felt so bad about my smoking habit, because I was making my daughter cough with my cigarette smoke. I said to her while I took my ashtray full of ashes:

"Sorry, honey… I just smoked too hard my cigarette; I think this smoke is too harsh to you… Let me put off my cigarette and open a window to talking to you honey…" I said and I was about to put off my cigarette.

"Mmh… mom! It's okay, smoke your cigarette… don't worry about me… ehem…" she said and she hawked a bit.

"But… Honey! You're coughing in my smoke. I don't want to make you breathe hard while you're with me" I responded shy to her.

"It's okay mom! Don't worry…" she told me smiling.

"But… honey…" I said a bit anxious.

"Mmh… I understand… well…" she said and smiled with her closed eyes confident to me and she raised her palm. "I promise to do not cough in your smoke mom…" she said and she turned to me and added: "please smoke, enjoy your cigarette. Don't worry for me mom, tee-hee…" and she smiled warm.

"Mmh… I don't know… cigarette smoke is bad for you!" I responded to her a bit worried.

"Tee-hee… is bad for us…" she said me smiling.

I doubted a bit, but at the same time I was thinking about to see my daughter among my cigarette smoke. I thought it wouldn't bad smoke only one cigarette, also, my current cigarette was waiting for me.

"Ok, honey, you can stay with me while I'm smoking" I said to her and she smiled so glad. "But, only for this cigarette, after this, I'll stop smoking and I'll open the window if you still want to be more time with me… ok?" I said to her.

"Mmh!" she nodded glad.

I smiled to her and I sipped my cigarette while she was asking me:

"So… about your day mom, how was it?

I blew the smoke that I'd inhaled to roof doing a smoke column and slightly cloud over our heads.

"Well… I met someone new in my work, I… I just talked with her for a moment. I thought she's a good partner… and person" I said, of course, I expelled some of smoke in each word, and I fanned it a bit with a hand to dissolve in the air before it arrives to my daughter.

"Mmh, I know that tone, tee-hee" she responded a bit naughty.

"Eh? What are you talking about?" I told her and I sipped my cigarette seeing to the roof preparing myself to blow the smoke to up.

Marina got closer to me and she told me with a naughty tone:

"Oh! Mom! If Abby finds out about this, she will be jealous!

I got surprised and I couldn't to prevent to exhale the smoke suddenly. A huge cloud of smoke covered us.

"Honey!" I exclaimed among the smoke.

"Oh…" yelled my daughter and she put a hand in her mouth covering until her nose and fanned the dense smoke with the other.

"Honey, don't say that things. Abby is just a friend… and Jessy is a work partner" I said to her a bit angry while I was fanning with a hand the dense smoke too.

"Ah! Is Jessy the name of my new stepmother?" Marina said to me with a mock tone.

"Ah?! Honey! Respect me!" I said to her so embarrassed.

Marina giggled while she continued fanning the smoke delicately. I put my ashes in the ashtray making a lot of smoke, of course, I fanned the smoke to avoid to get it heavier around us.

"So… it's my turn. How about your day, honey? I said to her.

She giggled glad and she started to talk about her day. While she was telling me her day. I continued smoking my cigarette trying to don't too much smoke. She was talking about her day, elated with the typical energy of a teenager, moving herself from here to there. Afer I dragged my cigarette a couple of times, she said me ended her day.

"Argh! And that was so stupid! Daniel and Tom started to fight of the cake!" she said.

"Oh…" I exclaimed and blew the smoke to the roof.

"What are you think about guys fighting? Why are they fighting all the time?" she asked to me.

I giggled a bit and I responded.

"I don't know. Maybe because they're man… it's a part of its nature…" I spoke.

"Oh! Mom…" Marina said.

I saw my cigarette, I see that I was near to the end, but I decided to turn off it before got the butt.

"And done out…" I said while I put off my cigarette into the ashtray.

"Mmh… but… mom, it had still tobacco…" she said.

"Yeah… but a lady doesn't smoke until the butt" I said to her.

"Are there rules for smoking like a lady?" she questioned me curiously.

I saw my error and I responded almost immediately:

"No! No! No! And no!

"Eh?!" exclaimed my daughter confused.

"I… I just want to don't talk about… anymore…" I said and I smiled anxious.

"Mmh… okay…" added my daughter.

I saw her and I told her in a bit:

"Well, I'll open a window to get the smoke out of my room…

"It's okay mom, don't worry… I'm going now…" she told me.

In a moment my daughter grimaced, she put a hand in her lips, she took a sharp breath and she started to cough loud, then; she took another sharp breath and she sneezed.

She turned to me and she giggled a bit hoarse. She had red her little nose and had a little mucus when she sniffed while breathing.

"Honey? Are you okay?" I said to her so worried, a bit turned on and shamed. All these feelings were passing me at the same time.

"Tee-hee! Don't worry mom, I'm okay, it's… it's just too much smoke to me…" she giggled happy and she told it smiling warmly while was fanning the smoke.

I saw my room. I tried to avoid fill it with my smoke, but my tries were waste. My room had a dense cigarette smoke aura in the air.

"Okay… time to me to go…" said Marina.

"But… honey…" I said to her a bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry, mom! I'm okay… enjoy your next cigarette" she said she left my room walking through my cigarette smoke. She opened the door and she said before left. "Ah… and thanks to spend time with me. I love you so much, mom" after that she closed the door.

I didn't know what happened. I just was confused. I tried to get calm smoking more cigarettes. I smoked until evening. Later, I went to take a bath, and, horribly. I masturbated thinking in my daughter and her way to fan my smoke fragilely with her delicate hand, and how she looked like a bit sick, coughing for breathing my toxic cigarette smoke for so long, with her little nose red and sniffing trying to breathe correctly. I'm a monster.