Hi, I’m Kathy. I’m 60 years old, single, and smoke 3 packs of cigarettes every day,
as I have been for almost 40 years. I’m really not concerned about it because I’ve
made it this long already, and they say some people are just more at risk than
others. My 25-year-old daughter and only child Katie (yes, we have the same
name, that being Katherine) is lesbian just like I recently revealed to the family I
am, I’ve always known, and her girlfriend Lucy has a younger sister named Emily. I
invited the three of them over to my place last weekend and I noticed something
about Emily as the rest of us were smoking in the living room. She never picked up
a cigarette the whole time we were there! It surprised me, as I grew up in a
smoking household, as did my daughter, as well as Emily and Lucy. Emily is 21
years old so I really assumed she would have definitely started by now, if not a few
years ago at least. Someone has to change that sooner or later, she always seems
on edge and could use some stress relief.
October 17
I thought I saw Emily watching me smoke the other day, but I wasn’t really sure… I
am now. She asked me via text yesterday if she could stay at my house,
something about her parents. I had my fair share of arguments when I was her
age, plus it was good for her to talk to someone and I’m happy she trusted me.
Last night she walked over here, a distance I couldn’t have walked at half my age!
Anyway, I don’t mind that at all. She rang the doorbell and I answered the door.
Before I could even say her name, she told me there was something she’s been
bothered by for a while now. She went on to explain how she’s the youngest in her
family, and everyone else smokes. She always acted neutral about it, like she
didn’t care, but in reality she wanted to try one for a while now. A few years, in fact.
Emily is very honest so she asked her parents if she could try one. Her mother
immediately said no, told her how she hoped Emily would be the one to finally
break the cycle and be healthier than the rest of them. She obviously didn’t
consider that all the smoking inside would already make her addicted with all she
breathed in. Emily made that point, but her mother just got defensive, so she came
here. When she was done explaining what happened, she finally asked the
question that was music to my ears. “So, can I have one please?”
“Of course, sweetie! Anything to make you feel better. With all I’ve been noticing in
you recently—”
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Jones!! I’ve wanted one ever since I can remember!”
“Call me Kathy, dear. And it’s truly no problem.”
I noticed something when Emily came over. All this time when she’s acted like she
didn’t care at all about smoking, she did a 180 tonight and loves it. She’s been
hiding her feelings, but why? I think I know why…
October 18
Emily woke up this morning, hair all messy, and I’d been up the whole night trying
to make sense of all this. I probably went through 40 cigarettes that night, not
counting during the day. I bluntly asked her what’s been causing these feelings.
She tried to dodge my questions, until I said it. “Have you heard of the smoking
fetish?”
“What’s that?”
“I think you know as well as I do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re not alone, Emily.”
She started crying tears of joy pretty much instantly. She sat down and started
talking about how she never knew what was “wrong” with her. I told her there was
nothing to be ashamed of. I offered her a coffee, but she just wanted a cigarette.
Her second one to my knowledge, after we had smoked one each last night, but
she told me she had taken a pack of mine and smoked it all in the guest bedroom.
Not surprising she smoked that much, due to her breathing it in almost all her life.
But I was surprised Emily of all people would have decided to do that. “Guess how
many cigarettes I smoked last night,” I asked her. “Same as me?” she guessed. I
told her 35 would be about right. “Wow, I want to be that good of a smoker one
day!” she giggled. We now both had a fellow smoking fetishist in our lives for the
first time, and it felt good.
October 24
Emily went back home the day after that. Her parents called me to tell me she was
feeling much better at home now, but they still weren’t happy I let her start
smoking. Whatever, she wanted to. Earlier today, Emily came back to visit. We
talked about the smoking fetish for an hour and a half. We finally have someone
outside of the internet who truly understands us. It still feels great. I went through
10 cigarettes and Emily went through 6, and by the end of it we joked about going
on another “date”. We were both half-serious though, unbeknownst to the other.
November 1
Well, it was bound to happen. One thing led to another, and although we didn’t
“sleep together,” we slept and cuddled in the same bed together. Emily woke up
with morning cravings, the smell of fresh smoke already wafting through the air,
and lit up. I put my hand on her chest, and we both smiled. “Do you see anything
wrong with sleeping in the same bed as the mother of your sister’s girlfriend?” I
asked. “Not at all,” she said instantly. I laughed and nodded.
It’s funny how all four of us are lesbian or at least open to it. Katie was actually
born from me and a donor. The donor was my at-the-time girlfriend Lisa’s brother,
and Katie still talks to them. I’m glad for that.
Part 2
One month before Part 1 (backstory)
I revealed to my daughter last week that I’m lesbian. She is too, so she was very
surprised but welcoming. I mentioned the situation that led to her birth, as I had
changed the story to omit my at-the-time girlfriend. Lisa was her name. Her brother
Jim, my daughter Katie has always known, was her father, but not that it was a
sperm donor situation. Lisa and I broke up when I was pregnant, and that was that.
We remained friends, and Katie grew up knowing them, but we never mentioned
the relationship, and Jim was never known to her as her father. I never mentioned
a father, actually. Thankfully, it was normal to her. With their support as “friends” I
made it through as a single mother, as they were financially supportive to us.
Present day (November 3)
Lisa got back in touch with me yesterday. I was really taken by surprise by the
timing. I confided in her that I had a few “dates” with the sister of Katie’s girlfriend.
She found that amusing. By the way, only Katie had been talking to her in the last
6 months or so. I never mentioned the smoking aspect of my new found
relationship with Emily, as Lisa gets pissed off when I mention it. Understandable,
because we broke up due to my smoking while pregnant. I don’t blame her, but I
wouldn’t change anything. Lisa never smoked. When we were dating, she was the
“good girl” type. Honestly, I tried peer pressuring her on many occasions, but she
was having no part of it. I stopped nagging her when I got pregnant.
November 5
Emily’s parents kept trying to convince her to quit, so she’s moved in with me for
the foreseeable future. A part of me feels bad for her that things didn’t work out, but
at the same time I’m really happy things can begin to take shape (if nothing goes
wrong, that is). We decided to sleep in the same bed last night, which is a start.
She is up to 35 per day, and I’m not ashamed to say I’m proud of her. She talked in
her sleep too, even saying my name at one point, not in distress, so that’s good.
And I may have been hallucinating, but I think I saw a smile as she said my name
as well. It was about 4am during one of my cigarettes. I can’t go without one while I
sleep, so my body wakes up with cravings at any time it wants.
November 6
Emily has stopped coughing while she smokes now. Katie and Lucy came over
today, and Emily was here, so I had some explaining to do about her staying over
for a while. I didn’t mention our “dates” but I figured they could guess what was
going on. They were very surprised to see Emily ask me for a cigarette and devour
it like a pro, as if nothing was different. Oh, and I forgot to mention I didn’t tell them
about that either. They teased her about it a lot, but she laughed it off, not letting
them know smoking is a sexual thing for her. It always has been.
November 7
After the visit last night, Emily couldn’t ignore the sexual tension between us
anymore. She went to bed early, so after a few minutes I investigated, and there
she was nude on the bed with a lit cigarette in each hand. She pressed the 2
cigarettes between her lips and inhaled deeply, signaling for me to come closer.
She leaned in and kissed me, lungs full of smoke, and exhaled directly into mine.
We made passionate love last night, and I’m not ashamed of it. I’m proud of it. I’m
proud of us.
by Em_smoke