Teen Wedding, Part 8

Teen Wedding
Part 8

Tommy blushed as he saw both his parents staring at the pack of Marlboros in
his shirt pocket.  It was the first time he had ever-carried cigarettes in
public and the pack felt huge against his chest.

"I'm sorry you saw us like that today," said Margie to Connie.  "I know you
must have been shocked."

Connie said nothing as she nervously pulled on her Marlboro.

Robert tried to ease the tension by saying they had discussed the situation
briefly.

"We both realize that you and Tommy are sexually active and we both agree
that's a good thing.  After all, you're married.  But thinking you know what
is going on is a lot different than seeing it first hand.  Do you understand
what I'm talking about?"

Both Margie and Tommy nodded in agreement.

"I trusted you," said Connie.  "And you betrayed me.  How could you do this to
me Margie.  I thought you would take care of Tommy.  He's only 14!  And you're
52.  I thought you would be more responsible than to let him start smoking!"

"It wasn't her fault Mom.  It just happened.  I don't want to smoke, but I
can't help it."

"What are you talking about?" asked Connie.

Margie pulled the doctor's note from her purse and handed it to Connie to read
as she described every detail of Tommy's medical condition.

The doctor's note along with Margie's explanation had a calming affect on
Tommy's parents.  Tommy took advantage of the change in climate by lighting a
cigarette. The combination of tension, excitement and seeing his mother and
wife smoke like trains was getting the best of him.  He felt the weight of his
parent's eyes as he lit the Marlboro, but the relief from the smoke inside his
lungs fended them off enough for him to enjoy it.

"I can't believe you're really smoking," said his mother.  The sound of her
voice wasn't angry.  It was the sound of acceptance.  "I want to talk to you
alone in the kitchen," she said.

Tommy followed his mother into the kitchen holding his freshly lit Marlboro,
leaving Margie to fend for her self with his father.  He sat down at the table
with his mother.  An ashtray sat on the table between them.  "Mind if I bum a
cigarette?" she asked.  "After all, it looks like we smoke the same brand?"

Tommy took a Marlboro from his pack and handed it to his mother.  The
cigarette felt strangely heavy.  She took it and held it to her lips.  "May I
have a light?" she asked.

Tommy leaned forward and lit his mother's cigarette.  It couldn't get any
weirder than this he thought.

Connie watched her young son work his Marlboro with awkward necessity.  "So
how's it feel to be smoking in front of me?" she asked.

"It feels really weird Mom.  Its like this is a dream or something."

Connie nodded.  "I remember how awkward I felt the first time I smoked in
front of your grand mother.  Of course my mother didn't just see your father
and I having oral sex."

Tommy blushed.

"Its OK.  You and Margie have nothing to be ashamed of.  Besides you really
looked like you were enjoying yourself when I saw you."

"Mom," whined Tommy.

"What?" asked his mother?  "Are you going to sit there and tell me you don't
enjoy cumming in Margie's mouth?"  She laughed and took a puff from her
cigarette.  "And now that you're smoking, the sex has to be even better.  Am I
right?"

Tommy smiled and took a puff from his Marlboro.  "Your right Mom.  It's great.
I love having sex with Margie.  She knows every thing about it."

"What about the smoking?  Do you like that too?" asked his mother.

Tommy put out his cigarette and bravely lit another one.  "I can't describe
how good it feels when the smoke hits my lungs.  Does it feel that way for you
too?"

Connie laughed.  "Of course it does.  Do you think I'd smoke if I didn't love
it?  How much are you smoking now?"

"Two packs a day," said Tommy proudly.

Connie was impressed and said so.  And then she did something Tommy didn't
expect.  She took a deep puff from her cigarette and leaned over and kissed
him.

The smoke from his mother's lungs tasted sweet in his mouth and he hungrily
inhaled it.

When she pulled away, a pair of wide-open eyes and a dropped jaw greeted her.
"So tell me, do I taste as good as Margie?"

"Oh Mom."

Connie smiled at her son as she touched his stiff penis through his jeans.

Then she stood up and put out her cigarette.  "Think about that tonight when
you're making love to Margie."

Tommy sat at the table as he watched him mom leave the kitchen.  He knew she
follow her but his stiff penis wouldn't allow it.

On the way home, Margie asked him how things went in the kitchen with his mom.

"She took it better than I thought she would", said Tommy.

"I'm so glad to hear that", said Margie.  "My mother and I actually bonded
when I started smoking.  Maybe you and your mom will bond over this too."

"I hope so," said Tommy. 

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