Author's note: This is a combination incest/smoking fetish story.
Kenny rolled over to see his younger brother Mason still asleep in the twin bed beside him. The sun had broken through the curtains; it's light splashing against the multitude of trophies and posters that littered their walls. He dropped his legs over the side of his bed and hit the floor softly so as not to wake Mason.
At 18, he should be thinking about moving on with his life, perhaps getting a job and an apartment of his own. At 18 he shouldn't be sharing a room with his 13-year-old brother. At 18, he shouldn't be in high school. But he had been forced to repeat 6th grade after his father died.
He thought about his dad as he pulled a clean pair of underwear over his legs and snapped the elastic band against his slim and muscled waist. Mason had fared better but he wasn't without his problems. He'd been seven when they lost dad. It had been hard on him but he bounced back. It had been difficult for both of them growing up without a father, but their mother had done her best. The boys loved her dearly and recognized the sacrifices she had made along the way to keep their family intact.
Kenny pulled a tee shirt over his head and took one last look at Mason sleeping before closing the door behind him.
*****
Margie Benson was sitting at the kitchen table in her flannel housecoat smoking a cigarette and sipping from a mug of coffee when Kenny walked in and took a Pepsi from the fridge. He joined her at the table and she greeted him pleasantly, asking how he had slept.
She was a nice looking woman, despite her age and hard life, or maybe she just seemed nice looking to Kenny. It was hard to say. She was 53 and a heavy smoker, a habit she had started in her early teens and was destined to keep. She was short with large beasts and wide child bearing hips. Her hair was gray and hung past her shoulders. She had taken to wearing glasses years before her husband's death.
"Are you hungry?" she asked as she pulled another long cigarette from her pack of Winstons.
"Not really," said Kenny. "I never get hungry before lunch."
Margie nodded as she lit her cigarette. "Your father was like that too."
Kenny couldn't help but stare at his mother's large breasts as they expanded and contracted with her inhales and exhales. His penis stiffened beneath the table as he drank in the sight of his mother enjoying her cigarette. He couldn't say why but he loved the way she looked when she smoked. He had grown up with the smell of her cigarettes and the scent of her smoke was both a comfort and a turn-on.
"It's Saturday," said Margie through her smoke. "Are you and Suzie going out tonight?"
Kenny groaned and took a swig from his Pepsi. "Nope. Not tonight or any other night. She broke up with me."
"Probably for the best," said Margie as she pulled on her cigarette. "I always thought that girl had cotton stuffing for brains."
Kenny grinned. "Yeah probably. What about you? Are you doing anything tonight?" The question was meaningless because he already knew the answer. His mother hadn't been out with a man since his father died.
"Oh sure," said Margie sarcastically. "Robert Redford is sending a limo for me at eight. You and your brother will have to make due with TV dinners."
Kenny ran a finger down the side of his Pepsi bottle. "You know Mom, I don't think Dad would have wanted you to spend the rest of your life sitting home watching movies from Netflix."
Margie inhaled a deep puff of smoke and lazily exhaled through her grin. "Maybe you're right, but in case you haven't noticed, the men in this town aren't exactly lining up to take me out."
"You shouldn't be so hard on your self. I think you look great."
Margie laughed. "You're just saying that because I'm your mom and you love me. Look at me sweetie. I'm 53 years old. No man worth wanting wants a woman like me. They're looking for someone younger." She held up her cigarette. "Someone who doesn't smoke like a train or have wrinkles the size of the Grand Canyon."
Kenny's penis stiffened at the site of his mother's cigarette held in front of him. "Quit talking like that. You look great. It doesn't bother me that you smoke and it shouldn't bother anyone else." He had serious issues with women that smoked. He adored them, a secret he held close to his chest for fear of people thinking he was some kind of pervert. But he couldn't help exposing his attraction, just a little bit, for the sake of his mother's self-esteem. He turned his eyes down and added; "I think you look sexy when you smoke."
Margie giggled as Mason walked in wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"What's so funny?" asked Mason as he opened the fridge in search of something to put in his mouth.
"Nothing really," said Margie. "Its just that your brother thinks I should start dating again."
"Maybe you should," said Mason as he took out the pizza box from last night's dinner.
"And maybe we should find something else to talk about," said Margie as she nursed a puff from her Winston.
"We could," said Kenny, "but you heard Mason. He thinks you should start dating again too. We're not little kids any more. You don't need to stay home because of us."
"Yeah Mom," said Mason as he loaded two slices of bread in the toaster and pulled down on the lever. "Get a life and have some fun."
"Okay," said Margie. "Even if I was willing to go out on a date, which I'm not saying, I am, I haven't dated in years. The last time I went out with a man who wasn't your father was 35 years ago. I wouldn't know how to act. I wouldn't know what to do. And since there isn't any man in my life, then there really isn't any point in talking about it. Is there?"
"You just need some practice," said Mason as he retrieved a jar of grape jelly from the fridge. "So could Kenny. I heard he bombed out with Suzie whats her face."
"Shut up Mason. You don't know what you're talking about," said Kenny defensively.
"I'm just saying the two of you should get out and do something together tonight. I'm going to Kyle's house tonight and you're not doing anything anyway. Why don't you go to a movie or something?"
"We've got movies here," said Margie. "Besides you know how I hate going to movies. I can't smoke there."
"Then I'll take you out to dinner and we can come home and watch a movie," said Kenny.
Margie smiled fondly at her oldest son. "You mean you wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in public with your mom."
"Geeze Mom! Quit acting like that," said Kenny. "You know I like hanging out with you."
"It's true Mom. You're all he talks about," joked Mason. "Maybe the two of you should get married."
"You're a riot Mason, just like your father. Okay, I'll do it, I mean if you're serious Kenny. Maybe it would be good for me to hone up on my dating skills."
"Great," said Kenny, who was actually surprised and extremely pleased at the thought of escorting his mother around town. "We'll make it like a real date then. You know, so you'll know what to do when you find someone better."
"We can make it like a real date, but I don't expect to find anyone better than you or your brother sweetheart. You two are all the men I need in my life. Besides, I'm just doing this so the two of you will leave me alone and let me grow old in peace."
*****
Kenny stood in front of the bathroom mirror tying the knot in his tie while his mother stood behind him, putting in her earrings. It was the only bathroom in the small two-bedroom house and all three of them had to make due with sharing it.
"You look great Mom."
"So do you sweetie."
It was true. She did look great to him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her all fixed up and looking like this. She was wearing a beige skirt that flattered her waist and a red blouse that couldn't conceal the treasure hidden beneath its silky fabric. Her gray hair was neatly rolled and combed so that it flowed rather than fell. It was actually a very conservative outfit, but his mother was a very conservative woman. At least he'd always thought of her as such."
"This will be fun," he said.
"I think so too," said Margie. "I imagine we'll raise some eyebrows, an old woman like me with a young stud like you. People are either going to think you're my nice son or my boy toy."
"It's a date," said Kenny. "Let them think I'm your toy."
"Seriously?"
Kenny grinned mischievously. "Yeah sure. Why not? Lets do the works. I'll open doors for you and light your cigarettes. We could even dance. I saw where there's live music at O'Grady's tonight, so you know people will be dancing."
"I haven't danced in years," said Margie with a dreamy look. "I didn't know you could dance."
"I can't but I can fake it with the slow songs."
"Okay then," she said with mock seductiveness, as she placed her lighter in Kenny's hand. "We'll start now. Got a light mister."
"Sure Mom," said Kenny.
His penis stiffened against his trousers as he held the flame to his mother's cigarette. It was the first time in his life he had ever lit her cigarette for her. It was as if she were letting him participate and share in her habit, something she had never done in the past.
Cigarettes had always been off limits to him and his brother. Even though she smoked like a fiend, Margie had prohibited her sons from even touching her cigarettes. By doing so, she had unwittingly built a sexual mystique around her addiction.
She steadied his hand with one hand and dipped her cigarette toward the flame. She inhaled and smiled. Her eyes sparkled wickedly as she emptied the contents of her lungs in his face. "Still think I'm sexy when I smoke?" She laughed playfully, oblivious to the effect she was having on her son.
Kenny was too excited to talk, so he nodded instead.
"A sweet lie is always better than the harsh truth," said Margie as she placed the pack of Winstons inside her purse. "It's a terrible habit and I wish I never started but I'm too old to quit now."
She looked at her watch and said, "we better get a move on if we're going to make our dinner reservation. "I suppose you'll want to drive," she said as she took the keys from her purse and handed them to him.
*****
"This is nice," said Margie as she drained her wine glass and set it on the table. "Thank you for taking me out tonight. I'm having a good time."
"Me too," said Kenny. "Do you want another glass of wine?"
"Yes, but I better not," said Margie.
"Why not? I'm driving, remember?" he said as he summoned the waiter to their table.
"Okay," said Margie. "I am feeling pretty good. Might as well keep the feeling going."
"Me too," said Kenny.
"Why? You're not even drinking," she said as the waiter refilled her wine glass.
"I don't know. I just am," said Kenny as he leaned over the table and lit his mother's cigarette. "I've never been out with a girl like you."
"That's because I'm not a girl. I'm a woman." She smiled shyly as she trimmed the ash of her Winston in the ashtray. "I bet you've never even been out with a girl that smokes before, have you?"
Kenny shook his head no.
