Copyright 2020 by Limnophile
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This is another short story in my series "Terrible Telepaths", "Smokin' Hot Sarah".
If you don't like stories with smoking or incest, you should find something else.
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My sales team had nearly a record week, so I decided to reward them. I bought appetizers and a round of drinks across the street before we left for home Friday afternoon. After my second beer, I walked out and saw one of my staff light up a cigarette in the parking lot. I got a craving, but shrugged it off, I hadn't smoked in almost 20 years. Brian saw me staring, and offered; "You want one, Fred?"
"No, thanks. See you Monday."
I stopped at the grocery store for bread and eggs on the way home and saw the cigarette display in front. My eyes were drawn to the very long white menthol 150's my wife Mary used to smoke back when we met. I shook my head slightly. We hadn't smoked since college.
I got bread, eggs, a bottle of wine, and for some reason, three packs of the menthol 150's. Maybe I had a brain fart and thought back to when I used to buy them for Mary because she wasn't quite old enough. I reminisced to myself as I drove home. It was sexy when she used to suck on them. It made me think of blowjobs. I remembered back to the first time I saw Mary take her bra off, while holding a long white cigarette between her teeth. At the time, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
I had a vasectomy the month our daughter Sarah was born. We didn't want any more kids, and Mary started taking the pill. I had the vasectomy as a backup, and a way to know Mary was faithful. I never told anyone, and thankfully she never got pregnant again. I loved Mary fiercely, and didn't know what I'd do without her.
When I got home, I set the groceries on the table and went to the bathroom. When I was done, I put the wine and eggs in the fridge, and the bread on the counter, but there were no cigarettes. Maybe it was the beers I drank. I must have imagined it.
Mary walked in carrying a few bags. "Hi, Fred! Sarah's birthday is today, and the party is tomorrow night. I thought we'd let her get a puppy. She's been asking on and off for years." She set the bags on the table and showed me a few things. There was a dog bowl, a leash, and a couple of large dog collars, one pink and one blue.
How could I have forgotten! My little girl was 18! "That sounds like a good idea, honey. What else did you get?"
"Some clothes for her. She's a young woman now, instead of a kid." She showed me a white blouse and two skirts, a light blue one, and another that was a dark shade of purple.
"Nice."
She also held up a very lacy pink bra, and a pair of matching panties!
"Uh, shouldn't she be older for those, like maybe 25?"
She laughed at me. "Daddy said the same thing when I got my first real bra! Hahahaha! She's not a baby anymore, grandpa!"
I went with the stereotype for the sake of comedy, "Grandpa! Nope! No way I'm letting her have kids until she's 40! At least!"
When she finished laughing, she said; "I got us a few things for bedtime, too." She opened a bright pink plastic bag from the 'Naughty Store', as she called it. Inside were a leather flyswatter and a movie, something like "Teaching Bad Girls #31".
She pointed to a picture on the back. "Mmmmm! I'd love to do that!" A young woman was getting spanked by a man who was sucking another woman's boob. I'd love that too! A few times before Sarah was born, Mary and I had talked about finding a woman to join us for a threesome. We decided it might be too complicated emotionally or socially. We were in love and didn't want to risk losing each other. As I looked at the other pictures on the back of the movie case, I got a big smile, but Mary looked confused. "There should be ... I thought I got ... I guess I forgot it."
"Forgot what?"
"Something else naughty. Oh well, I'll get it next time. I think we can have enough fun with you spanking your naughty girl tonight."
"I'm sure we will!" I slid one my hands down the back of her jeans and squeezed her butt. Just then, Sarah walked in. Too late, I moved my hand away, and Mary took the bags to our bedroom.
Sarah exaggerated her reaction, "Gross! Go get a room, people!"
"I'm glad your mother never told you about all the times we did it in your bed."
