Dr. Blacklung, I Presume?, Part 21

Dr. Blacklung, I Presume
By:  slimv

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Chapter 21: Amanda's Metamorphosis
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Jim Benson hurried through the house picking up any thing and every thing
that could conceal his car keys.  He yelled for Amanda, asking if she had
seen them.  Of course she hadn't and if she had she wouldn't have been able
to retain the memory.

"Forget it then!  I'll just use yours.  Where's your purse.  Never mind.  I
see it."

Amanda's blood ran co ld.  The knife in her hand came down on the onion just
missing her little finger.  "Wait Honey!  Don't use mine.  I'll help you look
for yours." 

There was no answer from the foyer; only silence and the silence wouldn't
last for long.

Jim did a double take when his eyes hit the Montecristos, not that he
recognized them by name.  To him they were only cigars and what they were was
not as important as why they were in his wife's purse.

He appeared in the kitchen moments later, with the evidence of her sin in
hand, demanding to know why she had cigars in her purse.  "Are these
Kenny's," he asked?  "Are you hiding them for him?  Did you really think I
wouldn't find out our son is smoking?  I knew that O'Hare girl was bad
business from the moment I laid eyes on her."

Amanda put down her paring knife and took a deep breath, trying to compose
her self before turning to face her husband.

"They're not Kenny's," she said.  "They're mine."

Jim laughed.  "Really," he said slyly.  "And just when did you start
smoking?"

"Kind of recently, I guess.  Not long ago but long enough to know I like it.
I didn't think you'd mind.  Do you?"

"I don't know what kind of joke you're playing but my humor is wearing thin.
So I'll tell you what I'll do.  I'll give you a serious answer to a stupid
question.  Of course I mind and so should you.  Besides being downright
stupid and suicidal, what would people say if they saw you?"

"It's not as bad as you think," said Margie as she retrieved the precious
cargo from her husband's hands.  "Besides, no one would have to know."

"Are you crazy," asked Jim?  "I can smell it on you.  You've been smoking
today haven't you?  How are people not going to know?  And what do you think
will happen when you get addicted.  You'll be smoking all the time."

"That just shows how ignorant you are.  Cigars are not addictive.  I can quit
any time I want to.  I just choose to smoke."  And with that said, she put a
Montecristo in her mouth and began the process of firing it up as her husband
watched dumbfounded.

The sight of this church lady, he called his wife, smoking a 9 1/2 inch
tobacco-laden beast rocked him to his core.  The acrid scent of the cigar
smoke permeated the kitchen.  He thought he would faint as she pulled the
cigar away from her mouth and inhaled a thick gray ball of smoke.

"Holy Shit Amanda!  Don't inhale it or you'll get sick and throw up."

His wife returned his plea for sanity with a nasty scowl and a harsh tone.
"Jim Benson, I'm surprised at you.  What if Kenny walked in and heard you
talking like that.  If I told you once I told you a thousand times.  You will
not use profanity in this house!"

The tone of his wife's anger and the site of her holding the cigar made him
shrink, but as his spirit shrank his penis grew.  

Amanda glanced at her cigar and back at the growing bulge in her husband's
jeans and quickly made the connection.  She clenched the cigar between her
teeth and marc hed the distance between them, stopping directly in front of
him.  She pulled the smoke from the cigar as she glared at the piece of crap
she called her husband.  With anger and force she expelled the contents of
her lungs in his face.  He coughed and wheezed.  And when he tried to protest
she yelled at him to be silent.  Not only did he yield to her dominance, but
also the stain beside his zipper relayed the fact that his rusty pipes had
just been cleaned.

"Just so you know, there's going to be some changes around here," she said to
the man who used to be her proud husband.  She blew a harsh puff of cigar
smoke in his face as an exclamation to the point she was about to make.

"I think we both know things have changed," she said.  "Look at me when I'm
talking to you God Damn It!"  She grabbed him by the hair and unloaded
another blast of the Montecristo in his face.

Jim tried to fight back but the cigar changed every thing.  She was a smoker
now and he was completely powe rless to defend him self, yet he tried.  "You
took the Lord's name in vain Amanda.  You know you're not supposed to talk
like that."

"You don't get it do you," she fired back.  "I said you couldn't swear.  I
said nothing about me.  From now on I'll cuss and I'll smoke and I'll fuck
you and any thing else that catches my eye.  Do you understand what I'm
saying Jim?  Do you?"

Jim nodded, afraid he would be reprimanded if he protested.  His head bent to
the side as Amanda grabbed him by the ear and led him to the couch.

"Get on your knees," she demanded as she unbuckled the belt of her skirt,
allowing it to fall to the floor.

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The oral sex had been good.  She never realized her husband had it in him.
But the problem at hand was that her husband wasn't in her.  In spite of her
obvious power over him, she wasn't strong enough to make the blood flow to
his penis long enough to get a good fucking.

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Kenny was still in a s tate of shock as he pushed open the front door.  Katie
was gone.  He'd lost her forever.  He felt sad, of that he was certain.  But
the feeling of losing his virginity left him excited.  It was a combination
of feelings that had no business in his head.

He closed the door behind him and was greeted by the sound of his mother's
voice berating his father from the bedroom.  The scent of cigar smoke clung
to the air.  The smell of burning tobacco was foreign in their home.  None of
his parent's friends smoked and even if they did, his mother would never
allow it in the house.

The idea of his parents having sex never occurred to him and apparently it
didn't occur to his father either by the way his mother was yelling at him.
The site didn't register at first.

There on the bed lay his mother, naked and sprawled out on the bed, chomping
on a big cigar as his father tried unsuccessfully to mount her.  

His mom caught movement in the corner of her eye and pushed Jim off of her.
Although she was naked and her son was standing in front of her, she didn't
bother to pull up the sheet.  Kenny stood there staring at his mother's
breasts and her huge cigar.

Although the situation was unusual to say the least, he didn't acknowledge
it.

"Katie died tonight," he said.

Amanda pushed her lips together in a pout saying, "Poor baby".  She patted
the space beside her in bed.  "Come tell Mommy all about it.  And then she
shooed his father away, telling him how useless he was.

Jim stood up and traded places with his son.  He stood in the room, confused
by the turn of events.  The woman in the bed with his son had become a
complete stranger.  He didn't know who she was any more and didn't understand
why he was taking her shit.  He only knew he was powerless to do otherwise.

Kenny buried his face in his mother's breasts and wept for his loss as she
tried to comfort him by smoothing back his hair with her hand in between
puffs of the Montecristo.

"When did you start smoking cigars Mom"?

"I just started.  What do you think?  It's a whole new look for me, isn't
it?"

"I'll say," said Kenny.  "Are you going to keep smoking them or is this just
a one time thing?"

"From now until forever," she said proudly.  "Say, do you want to try a puff?
It's wonderful."

Jim, who was still standing beside the bed, voiced his sound disapproval.

Amanda glared at him.  "I didn't ask you and I don't need your permission."

Regardless of the shock and the pain of losing Katie, nothing about his
parents made sense.  He'd never heard his mom talk down to his father.  And
as far as her smoking the cigar was concerned, well that was just Twilight
Zone stuff.

"It's OK Mom.  Really.  I don't want to try the cigar."

"Then we'll get you some cigarettes," said his mother cheerfully.  "Besides,
I'd like to try them too.  I just love smoking Kenny and so will you."  And
then she turned to Jim who was still standing there watching the scene
unfold.

"Why are you just standing there," she asked?  "Do I have to spell every
thing out for you?  Go to the store and get some cigarettes for me and
Kenny!"

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