Aunt Barbara was my mother’s brother’s wife. She was 59 when things began
heating up between us. I was 17. Aunt Barbara had always been like a second
mother to me. But the older I got the more I would have fantasies about
her. Most people don’t understand the attraction. But they don’t appreciate
older women that smoke.
Barbara has been hopelessly addicted to cigarettes since she was 12 years
old and has a four pack a day habit. She hates it and curses the tobacco
companies but she admits she’ll never quit. She stinks of stale tobacco but
it smells like the sweetest perfume to me.
When I was 15, my mom caught me smoking. She told Aunt Barbara and together
they lectured me for two hours on the evils of smoking.
When I was 17, my uncle left Barbara for a younger woman. She was
devastated and needed a shoulder to cry on. I was there for her. One thing
led to another and before I knew it, I was fucking my chain smoking
59-year-old aunt. She was the first smoker I ever kissed. We carried on in
secret until I turned 18 and broke the news to my mom that we were getting
married.
Surprisingly, my mother was very supportive of our relationship. Before we
were married, she took me aside and gave me the talk that my father would
have given me had he been around to give it. She told me that she wanted me
to be happy but that she was concerned that I might be in love with the
idea of being in love with an older woman rather than being in love with
Barbara. She also warned me that dating a heavy smoker was a lot different
that living with one. She told me that Barbara wasn’t like the teenage
girls from high school that smoked to be cool- Barbara was the real thing
and I had to be prepared to deal with the consequences of marrying such an
old and heavy smoker- such as cancer and death. I assured her I was up to
the task. She asked me if I thought I would still want to have sex with her
10 years down the road when she was approaching 70. I told my mom that I’d
love Barbara and be loyal to her until the day she died.
I was happier than a pig in shit. Barbara didn’t have a clue about my
smoking fetish. She just thought I was extremely tolerant and
understanding. The only time Barbara didn’t smoke was when she was taking a
shower or when we were making love. I couldn’t do any thing about the
shower, but six months after the wedding I asked her if she would like to
smoke while I gave her oral sex. I didn’t have to ask twice.
She says smoking enhances her orgasms. Maybe it does, I know her smoking
enhances my orgasms.
Knowing how bad Barbara feels about her smoking, I’ve gone to great lengths
to make her feel more comfortable about her addiction. I light her
cigarettes often and tell her how beautiful she looks. I kiss her often and
tell her how wonderful she tastes. In the mornings when she wakes up with
coughing fits, I rub her back and tell her she’ll feel better after she has
a couple cigarettes. The effort paid off and she began smoking more.
I thought I screwed it up two years ago. We had been married for almost
four years and every thing was going great. Barb was smoking five packs a
day and humping my brains out at least four nights a week. I got careless
and she caught me smoking.
My smoking caught her completely by surprise. It devastated her and I felt
like shit. But then again, it was kind of exciting. I don’t know why, but
its very exciting the first time your mom catches you smoking. It works
that way with your wife too, especially when she’s older than your mom.
Needless to say, Barb and I didn’t have sex that night and I didn’t smoke
in front of her. As a matter of fact, we didn’t have sex for almost a week.
I can’t tell you how painful it was for me to go bed with that beautiful
smoking woman and not be able to taste her and have her.
She was the first to bring up the subject. She asked me if I knew how long
she had been smoking. I told her I didn’t know even though I did. She told
that she had been smoking for 51 years and then she reminded me that I had
only been breathing oxygen for 22 years. She told me that she had taken out
a calculator that morning had punched in the numbers. She told me that she
figured she had averaged at least 70 cigarettes a day over those 51 years
and that meant she had smoked more than 1,300,000 cigarettes. I had done
the numbers my self but it was the first time I heard her say them. It
sounded even better when she said the words and my dick got hard as I
imagined her blackened lungs. She continued, “I never said this to anyone
before and I might not say it again, but the truth is that I love to smoke.
Being married to you has been wonderful. I actually felt sexy about it. And
the sex has been unbelievable ever since you let me smoke while we make
love and I don’t want to give it up, but I will if it will keep you from
making the same mistake.”
Tears were starting to form at her cheeks and she wiped them away and lit
another cigarette before she continued. “I love you more than any thing in
the world. I was there on the day you were born. I changed your diapers and
I baby-sited you. I watched you get in the car and go on your first date. I
used to be jealous of your mother and I wished you were my son and not
hers. I was so upset that day when you were 15 and your mother told me she
had caught you smoking. I felt that way because you were the son I never
had. Those feelings should have changed after I made love to you and robbed
you of your virginity, but they didn’t. I wanted it all, I wanted to be
your mother and your wife.” Barbara paused and lit another cigarette. She
held it in front of her as if she were examining a dangerous weapon. Then
she put it back between her lips where it belonged and doubled pumped a
huge white ball of mentholated smoke.
“These things are killing me”, she laughed. “I’m smoking my self to death.
I can’t walk to the bathroom without getting winded. I can’t even get on
top when we make love. The only thing I can do is lay there and smoke my
head off while you do all the work. I mean I love it, but I wish I could do
more for you but I can’t because of these things. You deserve better.”
“But I love you”, I countered.
“I love you too, which is why I’m quitting smoking after tonight. Neither
one of us is going to smoke.”
I wanted to cry but I held it back. “You don’t have to do this for me”, I
said. “I know you love me. It would be too hard for you. Don’t worry about
me, I won’t smoke.”
Barbara was unfazed by my pleas. The look on her face told me she was
determined to quit. That night I fucked and kissed her for all I was worth.
If this was the last time I would be able to make love to my wife while she
puffed away then I would burn the night into my brain to relive it in my
later years.
I had a hard time going to sleep that night. I knew I was probably worried
over nothing. But I knew she was determined, especially when she mentioned
getting the patch and some gum. All I could do was wait and see what
tomorrow brought.