Unintended Consequences, Part 5

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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

5.	New Passion for Eileen.

   Eileen thought about it at work all day on Monday.  She had to buy new
clothes!  Her old ones were too dowdy, conservative, old fashioned.  They no
longer fit the image she wanted to for herself, the image of a woman
hungering after the sensual.  After leaving work early she walked around the
mall and visited several stores.  She bought several new outfits.  She was
pleased to buy more revealing clothes.  She felt especially excited about
showing off her new wardrobe to her daughter Rebecca.  She knew she'd
approve!

   All afternoon Eileen had felt a trifle edgy.  She felt sort of the same
way if she really needed a cigarette.  This felt a little different, and it
couldn't be that anyway.  She no longer had a desire for cigarettes.  Madame
Bufka cured her.  But she wanted something, though she didn't know what.
Until that is she passed a tobacconist shop called "Smoke Havens."

   "God!  Maybe I should go in and look around in there a little," she
impulsively decided without knowing precisely why.  "I guess it won't hurt
anything."

   Eileen had never smoked a cigar.  She felt it was unfeminine and
disgusting.  Her nicotine addiction involved cigarettes, nothing more.  She
began smoking during a rebellious phase in high school, before she got
married and joined Pastor Smith's church.  At long last she'd shed her
hateful attachment to cigarettes.  Never had she been tempted to use tobacco
in any other form.

   Nonetheless, the aroma of the tobacconist shop seemed peculiarly
intoxicating!  As she entered she looked around.  She savored the smell
closer up.  Fine cigars were displayed in numerous glass counters as well as
expensive boxes and humidors.  She felt inextricably drawn to them.

   "Can I help you?"  She looked up.  She was being waited on by a very
pretty young female clerk behind the counter.

   "Oh no, I'm just browsing," Eileen replied, embarrassed.

   My God, that girl's _so_ hot, Eileen sighed.  Her libido was working
overtime, as it had been doing all day.  She imagined herself close to the
beautiful woman behind the counter and shivered with excitement.  She already
stopped at the video store to rent some sexually explicit videotapes, which
was another first for her.  It seemed that every good-looking woman she saw
today made her wet between the legs!

   "This girl must smoke cigars herself," Eileen mused with a wry smile.
"Otherwise why in the hell would she work here?"  It only made sense that
this beautiful female clerk used the products she sold.  Otherwise how could
she recommend anything to customers?

   Eileen thought about the stunning brunette smoking a big, fat cigar lodged
in her pretty mouth.  It made her feel incredibly hot.  Into her mind came a
picture of herself doing the same thing.  She was puffing on a large premium
cigar.  As the image popped into her head she heard that voice again.  "God,
Eileen, you ought to try it.  After all, smoking cigars is totally different
from smoking cigarettes.  You don't need to inhale to enjoy cigars.  And they
smell _so_ fuckin' good, don't they?  Just ask that girl for a
recommendation!  One of these is right for you!"

   "Excuse me," Eileen smiled at the clerk.  "I've never had a cigar before.
Can you recommend one for a beginner?"

   The brunette behind the counter flashed a toothy, attractive smile.
"Sure, of course!  I myself personally love these."  She laid a large cigar
on the counter.  "Avo XO Maestosos, a premium cigar.  Not cheap, but a mild
smoke, very aromatic and very, very nice indeed!"

   Just hearing the description made Eileen's mouth water.  "So you smoke
cigars?" she had to ask.

   "Oh yes, absolutely," the lovely brunette acknowledged, nodding
enthusiastically.  "Nothing's nicer than a good cigar.  Unlike cigarettes one
of these gives you a long, thoughtful, highly enjoyable smoking experience.
Don't get me wrong.  I smoke cigarettes, too.  That's what I smoke most of
the time," she giggled shamelessly.  "But cigars are a completely different
experience.  Have you never had one?"

   "No," Eileen admitted.  "I never have."

   "Oh my God, then you definitely should.  It's the new millenium.  Woman
today can smoke cigars without feeling or looking at all unfeminine!"

   Fifteen minutes later Eileen left the tobacconist shop with her purchase,
four Maestosos and related cigar smoking accessories.  It was funny; never
before was she interested in cigars.  Now she couldn't wait to get home and
try one of the lovely Maestosos!

   "Rebecca," she called out as she entered the house.  Not a noise.  She
frowned and walked into the kitchen.  There was a note on the counter.

   "Mom.  Angela Givens asked if I could spend the afternoon at her house.
Be home around six thirty.  Love, Becki (formerly Rebecca)."

   "What does she mean, calling herself Becki now?" Eileen wondered.
"Whatever."  But she was relieved.  It gave her a chance to try a cigar
without her daughter around.  She worried Rebecca might be upset.  Of course
it was only an experiment, she told herself, just for fun.

   With her new cigar clipper she prepared the Maestoso just like the girl in
the tobacconist shop showed her.  She found one of her old disposable
lighters.  Thank God she didn't throw them out!  She started the cigar by
carefully drawing the flame into it while repeatedly puffing on the freshly
clipped end.

   "Oh my God, this tastes fuckin' wonderful," Eileen sighed happily after
she got it going.  "It's much better than I expected."  She puffed again and
again.  Cigar smoke was thicker, richer and stronger than the cigarettes she
was accustomed to.  But it wasn't hard.  It tasted pleasant and unexpectedly
mild.  She puffed again and released another thick cloud of smoke.

   She rested the cigar in an ashtray.  Thank God she didn't get rid of them
either!  She opened her clothes purchases and shamelessly undressed right in
the living room.  She put on one of her new outfits.  She didn't care if
anyone looked in the windows.  That possibility somehow made the exercise
even more enjoyable.  Every few seconds she paused long enough to puff on her
Maestoso.  God, it was nice!  What a pleasant alternative to smoking
cigarettes!

   She took her cigar and went to admire herself in the full-length mirror.
She had on a new short sleeve burgundy v-neck blouse.  It was quite low cut
and showed lots of cleavage.  She'd never worn anything like it but she loved
how it emphasized her breasts.  She had some new black tight capri pants that
called attention to her hips and thighs.  The ensemble looked great, she
sighed.  She raised the cigar to her lips and puffed repeatedly.  For some
reason seeing smoke escape around the cigar in her mouth seemed sexy as hell!
Almost involuntarily she reached down to rub her crotch as she watched
herself smoke.  "God, I'm evil," she sighed approvingly.  "Only a really
wicked woman smokes a big, fat cigar like this," she laughed.

   She returned to the living room, picked up an ashtray, and settled in by
the TV.  She opened another bag, from the video store, and selected a tape
called "Naughty Little Sister."  From the box at the video store it looked
incredibly hot.  She pushed it in the VCR.  She'd been looking forward to
this.  Broadcast TV was too tame.  She wanted something really stimulating
for a change, something she could really masturbate along with.

   As she puffed contentedly on her cigar the tape began to play.  A collage
of preview scenes from the video filled the screen.  Behind the opening
credits a young, good looking and well built girl with long blond hair
enthusiastically fucked a series of handsome men.  The girl was clearly
enjoying it.  "God, if all these scenes are on this tape I'll really _love_
this," Eileen sighed.  She rested the cigar in her mouth to free her hands.
She laid them on her breasts and began rubbing slowly, lovingly.  "Oh God,
baby, go to it," she groaned as she talked to the video image.  The collage
of opening scenes continued showing the naughty girl sometimes partly
undressed and other times totally disrobed with male companions.  Eileen was
in the midst of a long drag as the final opening montage appeared.  In this
clip the naughty girl was passionately kissing two other naked women while
the three of them touched and licked each other.

   "Oh my God," Eileen gasped in delight at the sight of the first lesbian
sex scene.  She involuntarily breathed in due to excitement.  She inhaled
some cigar smoke deep into her lungs for the first time.  She felt a warm
sticky feeling in her chest.  "Oh shit," she exclaimed.  "I inhaled the
smoke!"

   She pursed her lips to exhale.  The cigar smoke escaped just like
cigarette smoke always did.  "Ooh, that was nice," she groaned.  "This
smoke's so rich, so strong.  It's really a rush inhaling a cigar!" Spurred on
by the first real scene in the movie, showing the naughty little sister
seducing her mom's boyfriend, Eileen began to experiment with inhaling cigar
smoke.  "God, I like it," she quickly decided.  "Maybe you don't _have_ to
inhale to enjoy smoking a cigar.  But it sure as hell isn't bad.  It's really
nice!"

   That was that.  Eileen inhaled every puff while she finished it, pulling
thick, rich cigar smoke deep down into her lungs.  Years of practicing with
cigarettes made it easy, and the sexual excitement provided by the video made
her eager for as much other stimulation as she could find.  She masturbated
incessantly while finishing the cigar, finally coming and putting it in the
ashtray.  The girl in the store told you never, never crushed out a cigar
like a cigarette.

   She pulled her pants back up and wiped the sweat from her brow.  "God,"
she exclaimed.  "That was totally intense."  She laughed.  The cigar was
wonderful, better than she ever thought possible.  Immediately she began
thinking about smoking the next one.

   It was six thirty; no Rebecca.  She called the Givens; no answer.  She
fixed herself supper.  "They took Rebecca out to eat," she surmised.  As soon
as she was finished her eyes returned to the bag from Smoke Haven.  She
sighed.  She wanted another cigar.  It was no use denying it.  And a still,
small voice in her head firmed up the conviction.  "You _need_ it, Eileen.
God, you deserve it, too.  So don't wait.  You love having a cigar in your
mouth just like you used to love cigarettes.  The smoke smells good and it
tastes better.  Don't wait.  Just do it.  Allow your growing desire to smoke
another Maestoso guide you."

   The desire was irresistible.  She simply _had_ to feel a cigar pressing
against her lips.  "But this time I won't inhale," she told herself.  "It's
not good for me."

   The voice in her head took issue.  "Not inhale?  Stupid bitch!  Why not?
You _love_ smoke in your lungs.  You always have.  God, it feels so fuckin'
good!  So why deny yourself that pleasure?  Sure, you can `get by' without
inhaling.  But why just `get by?'  Don't you want it?  Okay, then, damn it,
take it!  If you feel like inhaling, then inhale.  Let all that thick, rich
cigar smoke make you feel good.  It delivers lots of precious nicotine into
your body!"

   The voice won.  Eileen lit up a second Maestoso and smoked it luxuriously,
inhaling each and every drag down into her lungs.  She was enjoying the
experience when she heard the front door open.  "Oh my God," she gasped.
"Rebecca's home."

   Till then she never thought what she'd tell Rebecca about this unexpected
interest to smoke cigars.  She intended to have just one before Rebecca came
home.  But now she was having her second one and was about to be face to face
with her daughter.

   Eileen smiled weakly as she walked in.  "Hi, honey," she said with a lame
smile.

   Becki looked at the long cigar in her mother's hand and feigned complete
surprise.  "Mom!  What in the hell are you doing?  God, I thought you weren't
smoking anymore?"

   Eileen shrugged.  "I thought so, too.  But I went by the tobacco store in
the mall.  I felt so curious I just had to go in.  I talked to this cute girl
who was a clerk behind the counter.  Before I knew it I bought several of
these premium cigars."

   Becki fought back the urge to smile.  It was fuckin' perfect!  Zita's
magic worked!  "But shit, Mom, I don't get it," she went on.  "It's
incredibly smoky in here!  It looks to me like you haven't quit smoking at
all.  If anything, with these smelly cigars it's worse than ever in here."

   "I know, honey, believe me, I know," Eileen helplessly agreed.  She puffed
again on her cigar and without thinking inhaled the smoke into her chest.
"It's the strangest thing.  I can't stop and I don't want to either."

   "Oh my God, Mom," Becki muttered.  She shook her head in mock disgust.
"You're inhaling.  From what I hear, if you inhale smoking cigars is worse
than smoking cigarettes."  She paused.  "But what do you mean you don't
_want_ to stop?"

   "Just what I said.  It's like I need one in my mouth all the time.  I had
one before supper, and I thought that'd be it.  It wasn't.  After I ate I
just had to light up another.  Don't get me wrong.  It's very pleasant
smoking these.  I don't mind it.  It's just that I can't control myself."

   "I see," Becki nodded.  She was of course delighted.  She glanced at the
bag from the video store.  "And what the hell's this?" she asked, grabbing
the receipt.  "Hmm.  'Naughty Little Sister' and `Housewives on Call.'" She
grinned.  "Mom, what's got into you?  You rented two porno movies!  And look
at your clothes!  You went shopping for new outfits!"

   "I know," Eileen acknowledged helplessly as she puffed again on her
Maestoso.  "Shit, you're probably upset about that, too."

   "No, I'm not.  I'm not upset at all.  Actually Mom you look fabulous and
these movies sound great.  I'm glad you're loosening up.  I suspected that
movie yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg, a new trend.  I feel the
same way.  Like you I used to be scared shitless about sex.  Now I think
about sex constantly, all the fuckin' time in fact.  By the way did you
notice _my_ new outfit?"

   For the first time Eileen stopped thinking about herself long enough to
see Becki had on a tight tank top with no bra underneath.  "Oh my God," she
laughed with delighted surprise.  "Rebecca you look absolutely darling!  Very
nice!  But where in the hell did you get that?"

   "Angela," Becki smugly smiled.  "She and her mom loaned it to me.  They've
loosened up a lot, too.  I think it's sort of the fallout from getting the
power from Zita."

   "Zita?"

   "Madame Bufka.  Mrs. Givens, I mean Joanne, always calls her by her first
name which is Zita.  Today Joanne, Angela and I compared notes.  Like us,
Mom, after they saw Zita they were fascinated with sex."  She didn't mention
Joanne teaching her to masturbate.  She decided to save that tidbit till
later.  "It's cool.  You'll get along with Joanne much better now that Zita's
got hold of you both.  But to answer your question, yeah, I'm cool with the
videos.  In fact I hope you'll let me watch them.  They look so damn hot!
Anymore I just love the idea of watching people fuck!"

   "Wait.  All this crazy shit that's happening to me and to you?  Do you
mean the same changes are also happening to Joanne and her daughter Angela?"

   "And to Angela's dad, too," Becki confirmed.  "Yep, that's right.  Their
whole family's completely different.  You should see Joanne.  Like you she's
got a whole new look.  She's so sensual.  She dresses like a very classy
whore to be honest.  It's great."

   Eileen shook her head and reflexively dragged on her large cigar.  "But
what the hell?  None of that explains my new hankering for these cigars!"

   "No, but you know what?  If it was me I'd go back to Zita and have her
reverse the last spell.  I mean, you're going to smoke.  You can't stop and
obviously love it.  So it might as well be cigarettes instead of only cigars.
Don't you think?"

   Eileen thoughtfully drew on it.  "I see what you mean," she reluctantly
admitted, releasing another thick stream of inhaled cigar smoke.  "God, I
have no desire for cigarettes now, but I still _have_ to smoke.  I can't help
it.  If I'm going to smoke, I guess you're right.  There's no point in
getting rid of cigarettes if I have to smoke these instead."

   "And my guess is that all the other changes stay," Becki went on.  "After
all you don't want to go back to being repressed and afraid of sex.  I doubt
that'll happen.  If you see Zita the only difference will be that you can
smoke cigarettes again."  She grinned.  "It'd be a hell of a mess to try and
smoke a cigar on a break.  You can't finish one of those in fifteen minutes,
can you?"

   Eileen smiled.  "No, not hardly.  I've barely dented this one, and I lit
it up before you got home.  They're way too expensive to waste."  She put the
cigar in her mouth and puffed several times, finally inhaling the smoke.
"Maybe I'll call Madame Bufka, I mean, Zita."

   "Do it now," Becki suggested helpfully.  "Don't wait, Mom.  Maybe she can
get you in soon.  It'd be a shame to be stressed out at work tomorrow because
you can't smoke a cigar.  Right?"

   The mere thought of going several hours without a cigar sent chills up and
down her spine.  "Yeah, no shit.  Good idea.  I'll call her right now." She
grinned wickedly.  "Then do you want to watch this video with me?  I just
started it.  It's really hot!"

   Becki hesitated.  The aroma of Eileen's cigar smoke was more than she
could endure.  She _had_ to smoke herself, and pronto.  She decided to wait
till Zita worked her magic on her mom again before admitting her own
insatiable desire for nicotine.  "I think I'll go outside," she waffled.  "I
love this outfit.  I want to ride around and show off.  When Angela and I
went out I noticed guys staring at me, at both of us, constantly."  She
laughed.  "God, maybe I'm becoming an exhibitionist, Mom.  The idea of
turning other people on is very appealing to me."

   "Oh, I understand," Eileen grinned.  "I feel the same."  She puffed again.
"I'll call Madame Bufka and see when she can take me.  If possible I'd like
it to be tonight or first thing tomorrow so I can smoke something other than
these cigars.  Then if you don't mind I'm going to finish watching this video
by myself."

   "No problem.  Enjoy, Mom."

   Eileen made the call with cigar still in hand.  She was pleased to learn
Zita could see her first thing the next day.  She made arrangements to stop
by at eight and called the office to leave a message for her boss that she'd
be late.  Having done that she returned to the TV and pushed the VCR's `play'
button.  In the video the `naughty little sister' was shamelessly seducing a
man who was mowing the grass next door.  She sat in her favorite chair,
nestled her delicious cigar firmly between her lips and filled her mouth and
lungs with luscious smoke.  Her hand found its way into her panties and she
brazenly pleasured herself as she smoked and watched.

   Unknown to Eileen Becki stood in the doorway watching her.  The youngster
grinned lasciviously.  She was so fuckin' glad her mom was masturbating and
smoking like that.  Yeah, it was all happening just the way Zita promised.
Meanwhile Becki wanted to masturbate herself, but with difficulty she
resisted the temptation for the moment.  She wanted to wait till she smoked a
couple cigarettes first!  Then she'd attend to business herself.

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