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Dr. Blacklung, I Presume By: slimv ---------------------------------- Chapter 24: Tad Comes Home ---------------------------------- Joan lay back against the headboard of her bed and relaxed with a lung full of the non-filtered smoke. It had been more than 15 years since she had felt the pleasure of Tad sucking from her breasts. In many ways it felt much like it did then, more sensual than sexual. The slurping so unds of his soft lips and tongue against her nipple brought back fond memories. She inhaled a deep puff from the Pall Mall and gently exhaled down her breasts toward Tad's busy face. She took another puff and rubbed her fingers through his hair with her free hand. "I used to smoke when I breast fed you. I don't know if you remember, but it was the only way I could get you to eat." Tad released the nipple and looked up. "Really" he asked? "Oh yes. And the people, they would give me the dirtiest looks. But you'd keep eating and I'd keep smoking. We did all right I think. By the looks of you I'd say you're growing up just fine. So tell me", she asked, taking a long drag. "What are you thinking about while you're down there"? Tad rubbed his face against his mom's pillow like breasts. "I'm thinking about what your milk would taste like now if you could make it. I don't think it would be white and creamy. I think it would be brown, the color of tar. Wouldn't tha t be neat if you could make tar come from your lungs and I could suck it out of your breasts"? Joan's eyes lit up at her son's words. "Really? You'd like that"? "You know I would". Joan placed the Pall Mall to her lips and sucked as hard as she could. Tad swore that the insides of her cheeks were touching. He watched as half the Pall Mall obliterated to ash. Her eyes began to tear as she ingested the monstrous inhale. It was more than her lungs could take and they revolted just as she knew they would. She covered her mouth as the coughing spell erupted. Not only did it hurt her throat, but it also felt as if her rib cage was collapsing. Her lungs provided Tad with a private concert as they sang their woes. Joan felt her mouth begin to fill with the black sticky contents of her lungs. Though she tried to hold it back with her hand, there was too much to contain and it seeped through her fingers. She bent forward and caught it in her palm. Tad gasped when he sa w the giant glob of phlegm. This was no morsel like the last piece that had found it's way from her lungs to his lips. This Glob had come from the bottom of her lungs. It was black; the color of coffee and was streaked with crimson blood. Unlike the morsel, the glob wasn't smooth. Its bumpy texture suggested the presence of dead smoked tissue. Her eyes watered from the pain but her heart sang with joy as she pulled down the silk concealing her breasts and wiped the mass of tar-infested tissue across her nipples. She leaned back as Tad began to feed. The glob from her lungs had cooled and chilled her chest, but Tad's hot wet tongue warmed her as she recovered from her self-inflicted attack. Her eyes closed and she sucked smoke from the Pall as she listened to the slurping sounds coming from beneath her chin. She pondered her feelings of warmth and love as smoke circulated through her lungs and her nipples lingered in an endless ecstasy of her son's oral massage. These were the feelings she had been missing all her life. With Tad she had a sense of belonging. She felt showered by his love without the filth of lust ruining it all. She'd never felt this way with her husband. With him it had been good, but his love had been harsh and driven by lust. It felt different laying here beside Tad. It was as if her baby had come home. It was the purest most gentle form of love she'd ever experienced, mixed with the pleasure and passion of touch. He listened to his mother's words as he lapped at the tar-covered phlegm that encrusted her breasts. "Get it all Baby. You're doing so well. How does Mommy's milk taste"? He laid his hand on her stomach as he suckled. The folds of her skin found their way between his fingers as he massaged her flesh through the silk of her gown. She wasn't fat but she was no hard body. Her skin lacked the tension of his. She had more than an inch to pinch and that was just one of those things that made her his mom. He had never partaken of a woman's flesh before tonight, though he had thought about it around the clock. He wasn't blind to the beauty of youth. A pretty girl with a cigarette always turned his head but could not keep his attention in the wake of a more mature female putting her habit on show. Tad held a vast appreciation for women who had honed their addictions over the decades, women like his mother. He fancied the young girls bodies but it was the lungs of the older smokers that drove his desires. In his mom he found all that he was looking for: the age, the maturity, the wisdom, the beauty, the compassion, and destruction. He cherished her as he cherished this moment. He turned away from her breasts and looked toward her face. He was in time to see a thick gray cloud rise from her mouth. His heart gushed with love and pride. He was so proud of his mom for the way she smoked. He had never been one of those foul-mouthed brats that complained about his mother's smoking. Yet he had been shy of telling her how he felt for fear that she wouldn't understand or worse- she'd quit. But he could tell her now, so he did. "Mom, you look so beautiful when you smoke". Without looking down, the corners of her lips turned up in a smile upon hearing his words. "I feel so close to you Tad. Do you feel it too"? Tad shifted his weight and pulled himself up so that his face was inches from hers. Smoke still trickled from her lips. There was something about being so close to her that overwhelmed him. He was invading her personal space and she was allowing it, even inviting him to do so. He'd never been this close to her while she was smoking. She would have never allowed it before tonight, always so conscientious of his health without regard to her own. And the fact that she seemed so at ease about smoking this close to him made him happy. He admired the lines on her face, the crowfeet beside her eyes. Years of smoking had made them more pronounced, much deeper than most women her age, yet they looked good on her. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He felt the pressure on his lips as she kissed him back. Her mouth opened and he smelled the tobacco-laden aroma of her breath. He watched as she brought the Pall Mall to her lips. The end of the cigarette burned bright and consumed a hearty portion of the tobacco. Her mouth opened as her lungs devoured the rich toxic fumes. Joan strained the muscles in her neck as she lifted her head off the pillow so that she was nose to nose with her son, separated by enough inches so that she could see the wonder in his eyes. He watched as the look on his mother's face turned from matronly to mischievous. She smiled and expelled her smoke playfully in his face bathing him in the toxins from her lungs. She giggled and he kissed her. Her cigarette was spent and she shifted in bed so that she could put it out. As she crushed out her cigarette , Tad pulled him self up so that he was straddling her aged body, being careful so as not to crush her under his weight. He leaned over the bed and picked up the pack of Pall Malls from the nightstand. His groin quivered as he removed a cigarette and placed it between his mother's lips. Carefully he lit his mother and watched as she pulled the first puff and returned it to his face. He bent forward and planted a loving kiss on her lips as he slid his weight over her hips balancing most of his girth on his hands. He kissed her breasts noting the crustiness of her nipple where he had fed. The skin that held his penis intact could stretch no more. He didn't have to look to envision how engorged it had become. The hair between her legs felt coarse as it scraped against his engorged cap. Instinct mixed with a locker room education guided his penis in search of its prey. Joan clutched the fresh Pall Mall between her teeth as she reached with her hand to guide her son h ome. The smile on her lips pointed the cigarette up toward her nose as her hand found his girth. She had yet to see it but could imagine it's beauty and strength as it pulsated between her fingers. "You're almost there Baby," she mumbled through her smoke. Tad began to feel the moisture between his mother's legs. He kept his eyes glued to her face and her smoking as he listened to her instructions. Her words overflowed with warmth and encouragement. She saw his eyes bulge as the head of his penis penetrated and pushed past her clitoris. He saw the same look on her mother's face and felt her flinch beneath him. "Did I hurt you", he asked? "No no Baby. It feels so wonderful, so good. Keep doing it. You're doing so good. Does it feel good to you Baby? Does it"? He wanted to answer her but could only mutter a grunt. Yes he had masturbated before. The feeling was similar but his hand paled in the warmth and love offered by his mother's vagina. As good as he fel t physically he felt even better emotionally. The fact that it was his mother smoking beneath him wasn't lost on him as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath of smoke she inhaled and exhaled up into his face. He lacked the skills of his father but the love and the peace and the closeness he expressed as he ground his hips into hers more than made up for it. It wasn't the sex she had missed but the closeness it should have provided and she had found that closeness with her son. His hips moved forward and back as his penis pushed in and pulled out of her warmth. He was lost in the feeling that pulsated through him. But the look on his mother's face left him awestruck. He felt her pleasure and took pride in the thought that it was he who was giving it to her. The look on his face- she'd seen it before. Her son was beginning to come. Within moments her womb would fill with his hot semen. She picked up her pace, as she knew she was close and wanted so b adly to come with him. Her breathing intensified as the feeling welled up between her legs. He filled her so well and each thrust he took impacted her clitoris in a way it had never experienced. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as his spine arched. The orgasm plowed him over. He thought he would die from the overdose of sensations and extreme pleasure. She kept her eyes open and smiled through the heat of the Pall Mall that was burning dangerously low to her lips. The feelings rose through her groin and overcame her like a tidal wave as she held her last inhale. The lights in her head went out and she became lost in her pleasure and his. |
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