Smoke And Mirrors, Part 34

This fictional story contains adult themes and descriptions. If such offends
you, read no further.  All persons and situations depicted are fictional, any
similarities to real persons or events is purely coincidental. All rights
reserved. This story cannot be reproduced without the written prior approval
of the author. You can notify the author at del999@yahoo.com.

Smoke & Mirrors
Part 34: The Mother and Daughter Reunion:

After her sexual episode with Serge, Giselle quickly showered and began to
prepare for Suzanne's arrival. She tidied up the family room and prepared a
small snack. She had heard the shower go on as Serge began to clean up after
his long trip. She paused for a moment, assessing how she had handled the
smoking issue with Serge. She smiled as she lit yet another cigarette,
inhaling slowly, savoring the taste of her cigarette. It had gone well, she
thought. She had trapped him. She remembered how he had whimpered as he
agreed to her new smoking habit. She knew that the smoking issue with Serge
was now in the past. She knew that she had some type of control over him.
Serge was now putty in her hands. The effect that her smoking had on Serge
had made her feel very powerful. She realized that her smoking brought out an
intense sexual desire in her previously conservative husband. She liked that.
She dragged again, watching as she exhaled a thick long plume. She felt very
relaxed as well as confident. She again reflected about the changes in
herself. Gone were any signs of the former compliant wife. She was now more
independent. She could do what she wanted. She loved to smoke. She had a
great circle of smoking friends. She had patched up her relationship with
Suzanne. All it had taken was to smoke a few cigarettes. Well, she thought,
maybe quite a few, as she smiled to herself. It had been a good month, she
thought. I'll have to thank Tammy personally. If it had not been for her, she
would have never had the courage to handle the situation. She dragged again
on the long white cigarette. I just love smoking now. I never thought I would
ever feel that way. But I just can't see myself not smoking. There were no
thoughts of quitting, only the anticipation of her next cigarette. She was
now irreversibly hooked and she knew it

It was then that she heard the familiar sound of Serge coming down the
stairs. As Serge entered the room, she brought her cigarette to her lips to
take another long slow drag. She glanced up to see Serge's eyes riveted on
her as her lips sexually caressed her cigarette gently. Her exhale was long
and slow. She carefully transferred her cigarette to her left hand and walked
over to Serge, slowly giving him a gentle kiss as her arms enveloped him. She
pressed her thighs against him. She could feel the stiffness in his pants.
She smiled as she rubbed gently against him. Serge blushed perceptibly. She
was still in control.

Finally the silence was broken as she whispered in Serge's ear. "Serge?
Suzanne will be here in a couple hours and I wanted to talk to you before she
arrives."

"Yes, my love. What is it?" Serge said quietly, still euphoric from their
lovemaking.

"Well, if you remember, I was to start smoking to make Suzanne feel more
comfortable. You now know that I really enjoy smoking?" she said as she
gently pressed up against his erect penis.

"Yes, I understand, Giselle." he whispered.

"I don't want you to say anything about my smoking when Suzanne arrives. I
want to wait until the time is right to show her. It's going to be a very
important moment for both of us. Do you understand?" she cooed.

"Yes, I think so." he said.

"One more thing, Serge?" she said more forcefully.

"Yes, dear?" Serge said.

"You are not to say anything negative about Suzanne's smoking. There will be
no talking about quitting. I'm guessing that Suzanne is enjoying her smoking
as much as I am now. In fact, I want you to make an effort to complement the
both of us on our smoking. I don't want her to feel the least bit guilty
about it. Do you understand?" she said, again pressing against him.

"Yes." Serge said helplessly, knowing that any resistance would be futile.

"Good, I just wanted to make sure that you and I were on the same page."
Giselle said confidently as she released her grip on him. She carefully
extinguished her cigarette, and immediately lit up another. Serge's eyes
remained riveted on the image of his new smoking wife. Giselle continued to
chain smoke, anticipating that her smoking would be restricted after
Suzanne's arrival.

As she went upstairs to change, she wondered whether Suzanne had developed a
similar dedication to her cigarettes, just like her mother. She was curious
to see how Suzanne looked when she smoked. She knew that she would do it
femininely. Her daughter always did things properly. Her eyes began to fill
with tears. She realized that her daughter was no longer a little girl, but
had passed into womanhood. She continued to chain smoke nervously, trying to
prepare her body for its potential starvation that she knew would be just
around the corner.


As she was washing off the tell tale signs of her smoking from her hands and
face, she heard the sound of a car entering the driveway. She carefully
applied some perfume to mask the smell of her indulgence. She quickly walked
downstairs as she heard the front door opening. She briskly walked over to
Suzanne and said lovingly, "Welcome home, Suzanne. It's so wonderful to have
you back home." Her arms surrounded her daughter as they hugged. Their eyes
were filled with tears as mother and daughter continued to embrace.

It was at that moment that her nose caught the smell of smoke on Suzanne. It
was very strong, she thought. Suzanne must have just finished a cigarette
before they arrived at the house. She smiled. This was a good sign. It
reminded Giselle again that she would soon need a cigarette.

Jill stood quietly on the sidelines watching the reunion, trying to size up
Mrs. Leblanc. She was not surprised to see that Suzanne's mother was as
attractive as her daughter. Her mother had obviously passed down her good
looks to her daughter. Her curiosity about Mrs. Leblanc's change in attitude
towards smoking was again stirred.

After the embrace was broken, Suzanne motioned to her friend, "Mother, this
is Jill."

Jill was taken aback as Giselle reached over to hug her. As they embraced,
Jill was sure that she could smell a hint of smoke on Giselle. Her perfume
was strong, but she was sure she smelled smoke on her. She smiled as she
looked into Giselle's eyes. Hmmm she thought. Very, very interesting.

Giselle quickly put out some snacks, and the girls reluctantly sampled the
fare. "Suzanne, have you lost weight? I've never seen you look so good."
Giselle said, smiling.

"Yes, Mom. I'm down a bit. You know, school and stuff. I just don't seem to
eat as much as before." She said, smiling, as her hands moved across her flat
stomach. The baby fat on her face was now gone. With her good looks and thin
figure, she could have easily been mistaken for a model.

"Have you changed your hair? I see you are wearing make up too," she said
smiling. "I've never seen you look so mature!" Giselle said as she proudly
gazed at her daughter while circling her.

"Why, thank you mom. Jill has helped a bit. She used to be in beauty school."

Giselle laughed. "Maybe she could do something with your old decrepit
mother?"

Jill jumped in. "Oh Mrs. Leblanc, you're not old. You're still a fox. But
maybe I could suggest a few minor changes." She said, thinking what she would
look like with an all white between her fingers.

The girls all laughed. "Well, maybe tomorrow I'll let you work on me," she
said grinning.

Jill smiled innocently. "We'll see, Mrs. Leblanc. We'll see."

Finally, Serge interrupted as he recalled the conversation that he had had
with his wife before Suzanne's arrival.

"Suzanne, if you and Jill want to smoke, please go ahead," he said, motioning
to the ashtray that was on the coffee table.

Suzanne smiled. "Thanks, Dad. That would be great. It's not too cold outside.
Jill and I will smoke out on the deck, if that's okay?"

"Whatever you like Suzanne, but you know you are welcome to smoke in the
house if you change your mind." Serge responded.

Giselle caught Serge's eyes and as she nodded with approval.

Giselle piped in. "Would you girls like some coffee. I'll join you out on the
deck."

Jill replied, "That would be great, Mrs. Leblanc," wondering whether Giselle
might take this opportunity to light up with the girls.

The coffee tray was prepared and Giselle walked out on to the deck just as
Suzanne was taking out her cigarettes. Giselle tried to hide her smile as she
realized that Suzanne was smoking her brand. She watched as Suzanne lit up.
Suzanne was nervous, but could not hold back. She inhaled long and deep as
Giselle tried not to stare. Giselle continued to mask her smile. Suzanne
smoked deeply, unconsciously trying to recreate the effect of the numerous
stronger cigarettes that she had smoked during the trip. She actually wanted
to double pump, but held back, not wanting her mother to see how much she
needed to smoke.

Giselle watched quietly, sipping her coffee. Her own cravings began to
intensify as she watched the two young college students enjoying their
cigarettes. She could tell by the way that Suzanne was smoking that she was
no beginner. She noted the long thick exhales from Suzanne's lips. Little did
she know that Suzanne was actually holding back on the intensity of her
smoking. Giselle continued to smile at Suzanne, trying to put her at ease.
They continued to chat about school and catch up on family news. Suzanne
finally relaxed, being grateful and relieved that her first cigarette in
front of her mother had been uneventful.

"Would anybody like more coffee? There is more on in the kitchen," Giselle
said.

"That would be great Mrs. Leblanc. I'm game." Jill said, nodding.

Giselle turned her back and went into the kitchen through the sliding door.
With Giselle gone, Jill quickly offered Suzanne another VS 100. With her
mother gone, Suzanne nodded with relief, and double pumped her light up,
taking as much smoke in as she could. She reprised her double pump, trying to
get as large a hit of nicotine as possible. She held the smoke in as long as
she could, not allowing the smoke to exit her body. Finally, she breathed out
slowly, with only a small wisp of smoke exiting her nose and mouth. Her body
finally began to calm. Giselle returned with the coffee pot, and poured the
girls another cup. She noticed immediately that Suzanne had lit another
cigarette. She was a smoker, no doubt about it. She had nothing to worry
about. They would soon be smoking together.

The girls continued to smoke and chat. The temperature started to drop, and
Giselle suggested that they move into the house, emphasizing that they should
smoke in the house. She reminded them that her friend Danielle smoked there
all the time, and that it wasn't a problem. "Please smoke," she said. Both
Jill and Suzanne looked at each other with a bit of a surprised look. It
almost seemed that Giselle wanted them to smoke. They moved to the family
room to watch some TV. They continued to smoke a few more cigarettes.
Giselle's tension level continued to rise as her body was screaming for a
long deep moist warm drag from a cigarette. Finally, the girls decided that
after the long trip that it was time for bed. At about 10:30, both girls went
to their bedrooms to get some rest.

Giselle was nearly beside herself as she watched the girls go up to their
rooms. She desperately needed a cigarette. It has been over 3 hours since her
last one. She was experiencing intense nicotine withdrawal. Her mouth was dry
and she was getting a slight headache. She looked through her kitchen window
and saw that the lights were still on at Danielle's house. She quickly picked
up the phone and dialed. She whispered as she talked to Danielle. "Do you
mind if I drop by for a coffee?" she said with desperation in her voice.

Danielle laughed knowing what was going on, "Yeah, sure, a coffee." she said
in a whispered voice.

As Giselle came to the back door of Danielle's house, Danielle was there with
a freshly lit cigarette. "Here, take this!" she said, smiling as she saw the
deep yearning in Giselle's eyes.

Giselle sucked long and hard on the cigarette and inhaled. She immediately
dragged again, before she had exhaled the first drag. She then held her
breath. She dragged once more. She finally felt the effect of the cigarette
on her entire being. She held the smoke in as long as she could. Finally, the
smoke was released with a long sigh of relief. "Ohhhhh, I needed that,"
Giselle said, sighing.

Danielle smiled.

Giselle spoke. "I guess I'm a little bit hooked on these things," she said,
smiling sheepishly; smoke continuing to exit from her nose and mouth.

"Well, it's sometimes like that. I wouldn't beat yourself up about it. We
have all gone through it. It happens. I hope you don't regret starting?"
Danielle said meekly.

"Oh no, not at all. Once I come out of the closet with Suzanne, everything
will be fine," she said as smoke flowed out of her nose and mouth. "Could I
have another cigarette, please?"

"Be my guest," Danielle said, feeling relieved. Giselle lit up the new
cigarette with the first cigarette, not wanting to wait to use the lighter
that Danielle was using.

Giselle continued to smoke with intensity as her body begged for more. She
chain-smoked three cigarettes, until she finally felt calm again. As Giselle
was leaving, she asked Danielle not to say anything to Suzanne about her
smoking when she arrived the next day. "I just want to surprise Suzanne.
That's all." Giselle said as she was leaving.

Back at the house, Jill had just gone to bed when she heard the neighbor's
door slam. Somehow, she had been curious to find out where the noise had come
from. She got up to take a quick look through her bedroom window. There
through the window, she could see Giselle sitting at the neighbor's kitchen
table. To her amazement, she could see Suzanne's mother smoking!

"Bingo, she's smoking, and really smoking," she whispered to herself as she
watched Giselle inhaling over and over again. "I just knew it!" Tomorrow was
going to be so much fun. Wait until Suzanne sees her mom smoking. This was
such great news. Being careful not to be seen in the darkened bedroom, she
continued to watch Giselle smoke cigarette after cigarette. As she saw
Giselle get up to leave, she quietly returned to her bed. Mrs. Leblanc was
not just experimenting, she was smoking for real. She found it difficult to
sleep, as she anticipated Mrs. Leblanc's coming out. Tomorrow Mrs. Leblanc
would need a little push and she would be there to help.

The next morning, Giselle was up at 8:00 am, making sure that she would be up
before the girls. She quietly snuck outside on the deck and voraciously
chain-smoked three cigarettes. With her need finally satisfied she proceeded
to shower to wash away the tell tale smell of her indulgence.

The girls were up at 9:00, and Giselle made sure there was lots of coffee. An
ashtray was placed on the kitchen table for easy access by both girls. She
envied the girls as they both lit up and took deep satisfying drags. It had
been an hour since her last cigarettes, and her cravings were starting to get
the best of her. She had to excuse herself, saying she needed to get some
spices at Danielle's. She walked quickly across the lawn. When Danielle saw
Giselle at the door, she knew exactly what she wanted. Without saying a word,
she passed her the lit cigarette. Giselle double pumped. Danielle laughed as
she lit herself another cigarette. "Why don't you tell her already?" she said
laughing. Giselle's hand trembled as she dragged heavily. "I will soon. I
just want it to be perfect," she said, exhaling a long puff of smoke.

Giselle quickly returned home still feeling quite deprived. Jill smiled as
she saw Giselle return. She knew what Giselle had been up to.

Serge and the girls started to watch the Thanksgiving football games. Suzanne
and Jill smoked periodically, Suzanne consciously holding back on her usual
consumption pattern.

Danielle arrived at 2:00 pm to help Giselle with the dinner preparation.
Surreptitiously, Giselle took frequent drags on Danielle's cigarette in the
kitchen. Giselle knew she could not go on with this charade much longer.

By 3:00 pm dinner was ready to be served. Giselle sat at the head of the
table with Jill and Suzanne on either side of her. The meal was sumptuous,
but Giselle found it rather tasteless, as there was only one thing on her
mind. She needed to smoke a cigarette and she needed it soon.

As the coffee was served, Giselle retrieved two ashtrays, and placed one
beside Jill & Danielle and one beside her daughter. She was nervous. Would
she smoke in front of her daughter? She still wasn't sure. Her body was now
screaming for a cigarette. Danielle, Jill and Suzanne retrieved their
cigarettes.

Giselle watched as Danielle and Suzanne lit up. Jill paused a moment.

Giselle was desperate. She watched as the girls took long, deep, satisfying
inhales. She could smell the smoke from their cigarettes. She was frantic.
Her hands shook slightly as she lifted her cup of coffee to her lips. As she
raised her eyes, it was at that moment she saw the extended pack of VS 100's
under her nose. A lone cigarette protruded very invitingly from the pack.

She heard Jill's voice as her eyes remained riveted on the cigarette. "Would
you care for a cigarette, Mrs. Leblanc?"

Suzanne's eyes widened in shock and her mouth opened as her jaw dropped. She
glared at Jill.

Giselle looked up at the shocked expression on Suzanne's face.

"That's kind of you, Jill, but no thank you. I have my own." She paused as
she reached for her purse that she had placed by her chair before the dinner
had started. She opened her purse, located her lighter and her pack of VS
100's, and expertly flipped a cigarette out. She inserted the cigarette
deeply between her lips, as she lit up expertly. She dragged long and slow,
and snap inhaled a deep long drag. She pursed her lips as she exhaled upwards
through her smiling lips. She looked totally satisfied as the smoke escaped
from her mouth.

Suzanne watched in utter shock. She glanced at her father, who simply raised
his shoulders to indicate he had nothing to say.

Giselle casually remarked, "It's so great to have an after dinner cigarette.
Isn't it?" she said through smiling lips.

Suzanne finally got the courage to speak. "Mother, I didn't know that you
started smoking!"

Giselle smiled. "Well, dear, there are a lot of things you don't know about
your mother." She smiled and looked over to Serge. Serge remained silent.

"Danielle showed me how," she said, glancing over to Danielle. Danielle
blushed and tried to defend her self, by saying that it really wasn't her
idea, but Giselle's.

"She said I would like it if I tried it. So I did. And I liked it. I liked it
a lot." She said, giggling as she took another deep drag to demonstrate that
she was no beginner.

Jill glanced over admiringly to Danielle. Danielle nodded back in
acknowledgement. They both knew what they had done to the Leblanc girls.

"Oh mother, it's just so unlike you. You were so against it before." Suzanne
said.

"Well, I'm a bit embarrassed to say, I really didn't know what I was talking
about, dear. After Danielle showed me how to smoke, I grew quickly to enjoy
it. I have a lot of friends who smoke. I just like it and have no intention
of quitting." She said, looking squarely at Serge. Serge again remained
quiet.

Jill was almost bursting.

"Well, enough talk about my smoking. Anyone interested in pecan pie?" Giselle
said emphatically as she took a long double pump as she stood up from the
table, knowing that she was showing off a bit.

Suzanne's head was spinning. Her mother was smoking like a real smoker. Her
mother even inhaled as deeply, if not more deeply, than Suzanne. She
certainly looked like she was a real smoker.

When and why had her mother started smoking? Had it been because of Suzanne?
She hoped that it hadn't been because of her. She would talk with her mother
as soon as possible, later that evening in private.

All the ladies continued to smoke their cigarettes as they drank their
coffee. The pecan pie was quickly consumed, and another round of cigarettes
were lit. This time Giselle lit both her daughter's and Jill's cigarettes
with her lighter.

Finally accepting that this wasn't a dream, Suzanne asked Giselle where she
had bought the lovely lighter.

Giselle smiled. "Actually, you're father bought this for me. Isn't it
lovely?" she said, making Serge squirm a bit.

Suzanne examined the heavy gold lighter, as her eyes met her father's eyes.
"It's a beautiful gift Dad, how very thoughtful of you."

Serge finally spoke up. "Well, once your mother started smoking, I thought
that she should have a nice lighter. It looks good. Doesn't it?" he said,
trying to be complementary.

"It's very nice. You have very good taste." Suzanne said, admiring the
elegant lighter.

"Well, Giselle enjoys her cigarettes, just as you do, so I just thought it
would be a good gift, something she could use." Serge said, glancing over at
Giselle, who was smiling as she exhaled yet another long drag. She quietly
thought to herself. Very good, Serge.

Suzanne smiled. Even her father seemed to be accepting of her mother's
smoking. This was going far better than she had ever thought it would.

After the dishes were cleared, the family and the guests gathered to watch
the next football game. This time, Giselle offered Jill and Suzanne a
cigarette from her pack. "Care for one of mine?" she said, jokingly
acknowledging that they all smoked the same brand. Suzanne reached out and
took a cigarette again in awe. She had just been offered a cigarette by her
mother, her own mother. She still couldn't believe it!

As the football game progressed. Giselle continued to light up nearly every
half hour. Suzanne and Jill easily kept up with Giselle. They opened a window
as the room began to fill with smoke.

Suzanne carefully watched her mother smoke, recognizing that her mother was
certainly no beginner. She smoked each cigarette intensely with purpose,
often snap inhaling and holding the smoke in for extended periods of time.
She could see how her mother was now much more relaxed and happy. Not once
had Giselle corrected her or judged her in any critical way. She had even
complemented her on her hair and new makeup. It was the mother she had never
had. If her smoking was the cause of this, so be it. She liked the new
Giselle very much. She felt closer to her mother at that moment than at any
other point in her life. Giselle and Suzanne both dragged in unison, as the
room's smoky haze was replenished.

At about 8:00, Danielle excused herself and went home. It took until 9:00 to
clean up the kitchen. Jill excused herself shortly after realizing that
Giselle and Suzanne needed some time together.

As Giselle was putting away the last dish, she asked Suzanne if she wanted
one last cup of coffee with her. They both sat at the kitchen table, and
again Giselle offered another cigarette to Suzanne. Giselle said, smiling,
"By the way, if you run out of cigarettes, there is a whole carton in the
pantry. Please help yourself."

"Thanks, Mom, but I have my own carton," she said. "It sure is amazing that
we chose the same brand. Isn't it?" Suzanne said.

"Well, when I decided to give smoking a try, Tammy, the girl at the cigarette
counter at the grocery store, suggested I try this brand." Giselle said
proudly.

"Mom? I have a question for you?" Suzanne said with a serious tone in her
voice.

"Yes. What is it? Giselle responded.

"Why did you start smoking?" Suzanne said

"Well, I thought I explained that at dinner time.' Giselle said cautiously.

"You sort of did, but you never really told me what made you change your
mind. Don't you remember how against it you were when you found out that I
had started? "

Giselle paused and chose her words carefully. "Yes, I guess I was, but things
are different now. I want you to know I have no regrets about starting to
smoke. I'm sure you feel the same way. I've seen the way you enjoy your
cigarettes, just like me. I do have to admit to you Suzanne that I became a
little curious when I heard that you had started. I wanted to see what it was
like, what you saw in it. Danielle helped a lot. She was my mentor. It was
hard at first, but it didn't take long. It got easier and easier. You know?
I'm sure you had a similar experience."

Suzanne nodded in agreement. Danielle must have encouraged her mother, just
like Jill had encouraged Suzanne.

Giselle continued, "Once I got used to smoking, I quickly got up to 10 or 12
a day. It was a natural progression, not a conscious decision. The real
turning point was when on a bet I smoked a pack a day for about ten days. I
wanted to see what it would be like to be a real smoker. By the way, I won
the bet." she said, smiling as she dragged deeply on the cigarette.

"I don't think I could ever quit now, even if I wanted to. I need my
cigarettes. I just love having to satisfy my cravings. I find it very
relaxing. One other thing, I've met so many new friends, smokers of course. I
was surprised to find out how many people are smokers. I know this sounds
crazy, but smokers are just more fun. Don't you think?"

Suzanne nodded, silently acknowledged her similar experiences.

"What does Dad think of your smoking?" Suzanne said.

"At first, he was a bit resistant. After he saw how it relaxed me, he was a
bit more accepting. Although he hasn't admitted it, just between us girls, I
think he likes the way I look when I smoke. He thinks it's sexy!"

"Oh, Mom- No way? "Suzanne said smiling, not willing to admit she knew
exactly what her mother was talking about.

"Anyways, it's *my* hobby. He plays golf, doesn't he?" Giselle said laughing.
"You're not disappointed in me? Are you Suzanne?" Giselle asked tentatively.

Suzanne paused. This was too ironic. "Listen Mom, the last time I looked,
smoking was legal. You're an adult and you've made the choice to smoke
because you enjoy it. You have my blessing to smoke whenever or wherever you
want." Suzanne said sarcastically. They both laughed loudly as they
remembered their previous telephone conversation.

"Mother, can I be honest with you?" Suzanne said seriously.

"Of course, Suzanne." Giselle said with compassion in her voice.

"You know Jill helped me learn to smoke, just like Danielle helped you. It
was my idea, but she certainly gave me a lot of encouragement. Well, she
succeeded and I am now a smoker."

Giselle nodded with look of understanding as she inhaled deeply.

"Mom, I feel the same way about it that you do. I enjoy it too. I feel so
much more confident and care free. I have so many new friends. By the way, I
haven't mentioned this, but I have a new boyfriend. Of course he smokes too.
He's really great, but I'll tell you more about him later. I recognize that
there are health concerns, but overall I think it's worth it." Suzanne said
with resolve. "Mother, I have never felt closer to you, than I am feeling
right now.

Suzanne's face began to flush and her eyes began to fill with tears.
Giselle's eyes began to well up. Giselle quickly put out her cigarette and
reached out to hug her daughter. They both held each other for a long moment.

Giselle finally broke the silence. "Well, we had better get ourselves under
control. I think I'd like to have a cigarette with my daughter."

Suzanne smiled and responded, "I think I'd like to have a cigarette with my
mother."

Giselle raised her lighter as both girls lit up, void of any fear or guilt or
judgment. They both exhaled nearly simultaneously, as they smiled. As the
smoke from their exhales mixed in the light of the overhead kitchen light,
Suzanne and Giselle were one with their cigarettes.

The Smoking Angels glanced at one another and smiled. The Leblanc girls were
now theirs, all theirs. Saint Nicotine would be very happy.

Previous part | Next part