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Julie was in her designated room, the kitchen, putting the finishing
touches on the chocolate amaretto mousse she had whipped together for
dessert tonight. She was just putting the confection in the refrigerator
when she heard the door to the back patio close in the adjoining dining
room.
"Hey Hun what are you up to?" she called as she reached for her pack of
Mores for a post-preparation smoke. Her husband Michael poked his head in
the kitchen door as she finished lighting her cigarette, and she released
a long plume in his direction. In her mind she knew it was never too
early to set the proper mood, and she was fully aware of the effects her
smoking had on her husband. She had been catering to his fetish for near
twenty-five years now, and his response was still as predictable and
powerful as ever. Possibly even more so. She gave him a fetching,
knowing smile as she leaned against the kitchen counter, taking another
hefty drag as she awaited his reply. He returned her smile, but this was
quickly followed by a very unexpected reaction-he wrinkled his nose and
shook his head slightly as if trying to dislodge an unpleasant odor from
his nose. She frowned slightly, but before she could say the question
that rose in her mind, he recovered and spoke.
"I was thinking about taking a little run. Do you remember seeing my
sneakers anywhere?"
"Probably in the hallway closet. So what brought this on? Have your
daughter's little comments finally struck a nerve?" Her smile returned as
she playfully chided her husband, and she took a casual drag as she went
to the cupboard to fetch a glass.
"I don't know," he replied with the silly grin that she adored spreading
across his face, "I just thought I'd get in a little workout."
"You mean before tonight's workout," she purred with that knowing gleam in
her eyes. To say that their sex life was good would be a sizable
understatement. While the many aspects of their relationship were
unquestionably solid (with a few minor exceptions), their relationship in
the bedroom was definitely the bedrock that grounded their marriage with
what she believed was a near unshakeable certainty. Neither of their
ample libidos had been eroded by time's passage, in fact she would argue
they both had seen a decided resurgence in that regard over the past few
years as their children had grown toward adulthood. Even the few extra
pounds that had led to a maturing of her once cheerleading slender body
had not done anything to curb her husband's absolute lust for her. The
middle-aged flab that had taken up residence around his once rock hard
midsection did nothing to diminish her passion for the one-time high
school running back and track star that she'd positively fallen hard for
back in eleventh grade. "Didn't you just finish mowing the lawn? It's
got be almost ninety out there. Not quite the condition I'd restart my
running career in."
He gave a little laugh as he watched her fill her glass at the tap. Just
fifteen minutes earlier he had been lazing on the back porch, idly
daydreaming about the evening's firework display he would be sharing with
his delectable wife, but at the moment his mind was utterly subsumed with
thoughts of getting out and taking a run. He really wanted to push
himself, rise to the challenge that the cemetery circuit posed to him, and
the notion of sex with his wife held no interest to him whatsoever, but
knowing how hurt she would be if he said so much, he tactfully remained
mum.
"Here, drink this before you go," she said as she thrust the glass into
his hand. As she watched him take a lengthy drink, she took another long
drag on her More, then during a pause in his drink, she slipped in and
shared a smoky kiss with him-something that always got him immediately
aroused. On this occasion though, her kiss was met with an immediate,
violent burst of coughing from her husband.
"Are you all right?" she asked with concern.
"Yeah," he managed to choke out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes
and his cheeks burning red, "just...just some water went down the wrong
way," he lied in a hoarse whisper. Nausea swept over him, and he closed
his eyes. The vile taste of smoke lingered in his mouth, and he wondered
in shock how he ever actually could have enjoyed the taste of smoke.
Julie just stared at her husband with worried eyes, and she put her
cigarette out in a nearby ashtray.
"You sure it's a good idea for you to go out running right now?"
"Yeah,, I'm...I'm fine," he stammered, as he gave his wife's cheek a quick
peck and exited the room in search of his sneaker, some shorts, and fresh
air.
Julie stood in the middle of her kitchen trying to replay this mildly
disconcerting scene with her husband when she heard the heavy steps coming
up the basement steps. Julie's son Tyler came in sans shirt, partly
because he just finished working out in the family's downstairs gym,
partly because he just flat out enjoyed showing off his burgeoning
physique. He by no means had his father's wide-shouldered, burly build,
but he had been able to produce a fair amount of musculature over the past
year when he began working out in earnest. He was not the athlete his
father had been in his hey day, but he had made definite strides in his
sport of choice, lacrosse, mainly because of the time he's put into his
lifting regimen. He gave his mom a quick smile before bee lining to the
refrigerator for his post-workout snack. His mother gave him a half
admiring, half exasperated look.
"Good workout?" she inquired while still trying to piece together the
interactions she's just had with her husband.
"Yep," he said as he took the Tupperware bowl full of fruit salad from the
fridge and set it on the counter. "I cleared 200 pound on the bench three
times."
"Oooh, very nice," Julie replied without the faintest idea of what that
exactly meant or why it was especially impressive. "Are you going to want
some shrimp cocktail with your steak tonight?"
"Umm..I was planning to go out with Reg and the guys tonight. We were
going to make a Taco Bell run before catching a movie or going mini-
golfing. But you could save me some," and he flashed her his boyish grin.
The details he'd shared with his mom were
Accurate, but he did neglect the part that Franny Jenkins and her friends
would be accompanying his party; he knew all too well that he would spend
the next fifteen minutes or so giving her the lowdown on Franny, and he
felt that might be better off avoided. His mom would then cross-
reference the information he divulged with Sarah and find out that Franny
had a definite wild streak (not all that different than his mother had
when she was his age, though he was blissfully unaware of that side of his
mother's past),and that she would have even more questions when tomorrow
came. He was very much into Franny, and by all appearances she was doubly
into him, and he was an eighteen year old male, so he had no desire to
incur his mother's disapproval, at least until their relationship became
more serious.
"Well, it's your loss, Champ. I guess you can have the leftovers tomorrow
if your father saves you any. I suppose you'll want some of my mousse,
too."
"Nah, I'm trying to cut back of the sweet stuff, but thanks anyway."
Julie just shrugged and reached reflexively for her pack of cigarettes.
She totally missed the peak in his interest and attention as she did this.
As she pulled a cigarette from the pack, his mind flashed back to the
previous weekend when, out of the blue, Franny introduced him to the joys
of a smoky blow job, something he had spent the entire week fantasizing
about and anticipating revisiting this very night in the back of Franny's
car. Prior to meeting Franny, Tyler had always been rather non-commital
when it came to smoking. His mother had been smoking openly since he was
twelve or so, and all the anti-smoking rhetoric he'd been exposed to
throughout his life had not really affected his view. About the only
thing that he'd found strange about his mother's smoking was her choice of
brands. They reminded him of cigars like his father smoked, only much
shorter and thinner. He'd never seen another person smoke that brand, but
he chalked it up to the fact that his mom had always had a flair for style
and dramatic. He knew what she smoked was eye-catching, and that while he
believed she was totally into his father, he also knew she was not above
seeking the stray look from men that he'd noticed she got when she smoked
out in public. He had a fleeting vision of Franny lighting up one of
those Mores, but he pushed that right out of his mind before he pulled an
erection right in front of his mother.
They both heard the dining room door open, and a moment later Sarah came
into the kitchen. Tyler saw she looked pre-occupied, but didn't feel like
mentioning it.
"How was the run, Sis?" Sarah was startled out of her reverie.
"Put a shirt on," was her response, but she was smiling. Sarah knew how
vain her brother tended to be, and she was always giving him little
tweaks, as is a sister's prerogative. Julie had turned her attention back
to the evening's meal prep during this little exchange, so she missed what
Tyler immediately picked up on-the box of cigars and the empty bottle of
beer in Julie's hands.
"Did Little Miss Priss pick up new habit while she was out running? You
know those will kill your times," he razzed her, relishing the notion of
ribbing his all too perfect twin sister.
"I know," she responded as she set both objects on the counter. She felt
no need to comment on his first question about the newness of her habit.
In her recently altered mind she was a long time smoker, and she had no
reason to believe that her brother wasn't fully aware of that. She rinsed
the beer bottle out in the sink and set it in the trainer, just like her
father always did when he came in. Her mother gave her a smile as she set
down the cutting board to chop up the vegetables. Julie took a quick drag
of her More, but exhaled away from her daughter, so she again missed
(fortunately Tyler did too on this occasion) the lustful look that crept
into Sarah's eyes. -Oh my god- Sarah thought-she is so gorgeous. Whenever
Michael saw his wife in a situation like this when he was rapidly growing
amorous toward his wife, but the children were present, he would take the
More from his wife's hand, take a healthy drag and say-
"I'll stick with mine."
Julie was dumbstruck, looking at Sarah as if she were an alien that had
suddenly appeared in the kitchen.-Did she just say what I think she said-
Julie wondered in bewilderment. Tyler practically keeled over with
laughter after being initially stunned by his sister's totally unexpected
action. Sarah just gave him quizzical smile, wondering what he found so
amusing at the moment. It wasn't as if he'd never seen her do that
before. But before any of them could get out the questions or comments
that were flooding their minds, Michael returned and immediately stole
their attention.
"Hey Sweetie, can I borrow your iPod for my run?" Julie audibly gasped
and covered her mouth, Tyler actually fell of his chair, roaring with
renewed fits of laughter, while Sarah just looked at her father.
"Nice outfit," Sarah said without a hint of sarcasm,"and, sure, you can
use my iPod. Just don't break it." The outfit Sarah was referring to
consisted of very pink, very feminine shorts (they were actually Julie's)
that were obviously way too tight and way too short on his thick, long,
hairy legs. He wore a very tight-fitting tank top which it looked like he
had to wrestle three rounds with to get into and failed to cover his
protruding stomach flab. Julie just gawked in wide-eyed disbelief at her
husband, the uncomfortable thought that she might be going insane
beginning to swirl in her shaken mind. This idea was compounded by the
sudden appearance of a strange hazy shimmering that suddenly seemed to be
emanating from the walls. A scream was on the verge of coalescing in her
throat when she felt reality lurch (as did the rest of her family). She
put her hands on the counter to keep from toppling over, and she noticed
that her son had stopped laughing abruptly. When she had regathered
enough of her composure, she looked around to her children and husband to
find the same bemused expression on all their faces. She half-staggered
to one of the breakfast nook high-backed stools and sat. For some reason
her arms, chest, and back had some previously unnoticed soreness, the kind
usually experienced after moving heavy objects. It was then that she saw
her son, wearing the flowered blouse that she did not realize she'd been
wearing no more than fifteen seconds earlier, get up off the floor and
walk over to the counter and begin chopping the vegetables.
"So are you sure neither of you wants to stay for dinner?" Tyler asked
looking first to Julie and then to Michael.
"Thanks anyway," Michael replied first, "I'll just get my run in, get
ready, and go. Anyways it looks like you and Sarah could use a little
private time," he added with a mischievous little smile before grabbing
the iPod and heading out the back door.
Tyler turned to Julie again who was sitting topless, breasts jiggling as
she flexed her bicep muscle. She reached for the fruit salad, took a
bite, then, " No, I think I'll just run through the shower and get out of
Dodge. I'll be back before twelve. You kids have fun." With that she
returned the remainder of the fruit salad to the refrigerator and set off
upstairs with a quick wink to the two of them.
Sarah and Tyler watched her go, then turned to look at one another, a very
similar look in both of their eyes. Sarah slowly sauntered up to Tyler
who was leaning against the counter and licking his top lip in a most
inviting fashion.
"It looks like it is just the two of us tonight," Sarah husked in a low
voice, looking passionately into Tyler's eyes, pressing up against him so
Tyler could smell the faint scent of cigar and beer on her breath. His
erection was immediate and substantial. They were so enraptured with each
other that they did not notice the shimmering in the kitchen intensify
briefly, and they failed to register that Sarah (who was previously only
slightly taller than her mother) was now a solid 6'1", while Tyler who
just shy of six feet suddenly just was 5'6" . Sarah, whose juices were
flowing very liberally, now towering over the very aroused Tyler, dipped
in for a very charged kiss. Their tongues danced with each other as if
they were lifelong partners. When they finally broke the kiss, they
looked at each other with such adoration and love, you would have thought
they had been married a quarter of a century (and in their reconfigured
minds, they had been, though both were still only physically eighteen).
Sarah stepped back, holding both of Tyler's hands, but Tyler broke contact
long enough to reach for the Mores on the counter. With a seductively coy
smile, he took one out and placed it suggestively between his lips. Sarah
was all too familiar (now at least) with this routine, and he brought the
lighter up for him. He took a long, deep drag, his eyes locked on hers,
and she waited hungrily for what was to come. He closed his eyes slowly,
brought his lips to hers, and fed her the smoke. Anyone unfamiliar with
Tyler would have sworn that he was a two pack a day smoker, as the smoke
continued to pour into Sarah's eager lungs. Tyler released her lips, and
smoke billowed out, and he felt about to explode.
And as he took the second (by far, far from the last) drag of his life,
Sarah suggested, "Perhaps we can skip the dinner tonight and head straight
for the main course."
"You need to keep your strength up, Tiger, because I'm looking forward to
your very best game tonight." she winked at him and gave him another kiss.
Sarah took the More from her brother's hand (though he was in fact no
longer his brother), took a drag, let it out, and half-whispered, "I'll
stick with mine. And guess what? You are all mine."
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