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It had been building for months, dare I say years. The once casual
glances turning into lingering, lustful stares. What had previously been
innocent and sweet embraces were now hugs and caresses that conveyed so
much more. Things were definitely changing and they both knew it. It was
if some higher power was at work and they were helpless to fight against
it.
For her part she had a better understanding than he did. After all she
had realized her crush many years before. She tried to conceal it best
she could but alone in her thoughts she reveled in her new found Love. He
had started out as a normal father figure but as time went on he became
so much more. He became a friend, a confidant, a man to her new found
womanhood. Well she wasn't a real woman, not yet but she felt 100% female
inside and she liked how he let her express that side of herself without
guilt or shame or ridicule. She knew she had found the man of her dreams.
The only problem with this scenario is he was her step father.
While she knew and accepted things as they were, even as taboo as they
might have been. He was different. He struggled greatly with his emerging
desires. He felt sick and depraved to have such forbidden thoughts and
fantasies. What kind of man can think of his own step son in such a way?
True Demi was transitioning from male to female and was already of legal
age of consent but still, for all intensive purposes he was still a boy
and his step son. There had been no surgery, no legal name change, no
moving out on her own to become an independent adult. He knew his
feelings were returned, he could tell. But still, he was the 40 year old
in this conversation. He was the one who was supposed to know better! He
fought it hard, but to no avail. His thoughts, his emotions, his dark
desires were winning out. He was falling for Demi and falling hard!
Dmitry was his birth name. His mother was half Russian and it was
supposed to be homage to her grandfather. When Dmitry turned 12 and his
hormones kicked in and he started feeling those feminine thoughts and
urges... Demi became his name of choice. A cute and feminine moniker he
could live with. His mother struggled a little at first but over time she
became more and more at ease with the new girl in the house. She worked
very long hours as a head nurse at the local hospital so she wasn't
around as much as she would have liked. But when she was home she tried
her best to be supportive and helpful to him/her. It was new territory
for everyone but with her medical background and many contacts within the
field she was able to get Demi started on hormones at the age of 16.
He had really blossomed that summer. His previously tall lanky physique
started sprouting new curves. His hair had been growing for years by that
point so by the time the hormones kicked in; his luxurious, dark brown
hair was nearly to his ass. Demi was looking more and more like his
mother every day. Tall and statuesque with gorgeous hair and a very
beautiful and feminine face. All this played a part in John's forbidden
desires. Demi looked like his mother so much he just couldn't help but
find him attractive. He had fallen in love with his mother for her
striking beauty and here it was that her own son looked almost identical
to her except obviously younger and possibly even more vibrant.
Another part of this attraction was Demi smoked. And when I say smoked I
mean he smoked with such style and allure any man, even a anti smoking
fanatic would stand up and take notice. John had long been attracted to
beautiful women who smoked. It was one of the first things that drew him
to Demi's mother. She was also a very accomplished smoker, smoking with
(at the time) the sexiest, most feminine style he had ever seen. She
smoked those long all white 120's which only added to the attraction. She
looked so elegant and sophisticated when she would light up her Virginia
Slims. It would almost make his mouth water when watching her.
Demi had followed in his role model's footsteps. At first it was a hidden
secret but soon enough his parents found out. There were small arguments
and restrictions. But over time Demi's mom had to relent because she was
a smoker herself and she understood. So at 15 Demi gained permission to
smoke freely and openly in front of anyone who cared to watch. And John
did watch. He kept it completely non sexual in his mind at the time. He
just found the whole thing fascinating. He was a smoke fetisher so it was
impossible to ignore so he watched closely as the boy took up his habit.
At first he chose a brand to match his age and what the other high-school
girls were all smoking, Marlboro Lights. His style was that of many other
new smokers, not very elegant and graceful but he showed glimpses of real
potential. He was his Mother's child after-all and she was a real pro. It
didn't take long before her influences started to take root with the new
girl. Before long she had become a very accomplished, adult style smoker
himself, taking long, deep drags followed by luxuriously thick exhales.
Demi played around with her styles and smoking more than anyone John had
ever witnessed. It was like Demi knew and understood the fetish herself
and was very conscious of the power a sexy smoking woman could wield.
John almost felt like Demi would be putting on shows just for his benefit
many times but he thought he must just be imagining it due to his fetish.
John still remembered the first time it all really changed for him. He
didn't ask for it or want it but it happened none the less. He and his
wife were sitting in the living room watching a movie one night when Demi
emerged from her room. She wasn't dolled up or looking her best by any
means. Just a normal teenager at home on a Monday night, doing her
homework. Hair in a high ponytail, long loose fitting t-shirt just past
her ass, no make-up on or anything. She walked in the room and asked her
mom if she could borrow a cigarette because she was out. This grabbed
John's attention for obvious reasons. Demi was 17 at this point and
becoming a woman. But this would be the first time John would see Demi
smoking a "Woman's" cigarette. At least in his opinion. Demi had somewhat
matured to Light 100's in the past year but still to John there was
nothing that screamed woman more than a long all white 120! So even
though he did his best to not pay attention he couldn't help it. Demi
walked over to where her mother sat, just a few feet away from John. She
picked up her mother's leather cigarette case and expertly extracted one
of the long white sticks. She placed it between her moist, plump lips and
let it dangle there momentarily. As she pulled the lighter out of the
case she pursed her lips and with no hand involvement went from a lip
hold to a teeth clinch on her cig. John loved when a woman did this. It
showed such expert control, so much cigarette know how. It conveyed a
real maturity he thought. Sure a teeth clinch could be seen as a
masculine look but not when the teeth were in the mouth of a feminine
beauty like Demi or her mother. When they did it, it just looked right!
So clinched between her teeth she brought the gold lighter up and lit her
cigarette. She seemed to take an extra deep drag as she lit it. She must
have been out for a while and really needed her fix. Without taking the
cigarette out of her mouth she dangled for a half second before taking a
harder, longer second drag. She was sucking hard and deep causing her
cheeks to hallow while the smoke from the first inhale was pouring out of
her nostrils. It was a breathtaking moment for John. For the first time
ever he saw Demi for what she truly had become, a beautiful woman!
The show that night didn't last long as Demi retreated to her bedroom
with cig in hand, but the image left in John's mind was powerful and
lasting. Demi had matured into a real woman in his eyes and he could
never look at her the same again. Three weeks later he made a choice that
would change their relationship even further. Her birthday was in a
couple of days and he knew what he wanted to buy her. He wasn't sure if
it was the right thing to do but in his heart he felt he had too. So he
went to the local tobacco shoppe and made the purchase that would signal
the big change between them. First he looked long and hard for just the
right cigarette case for her. He settled on a very elegant and expensive
alligator hide case. It was a darkish maroon color he felt looked classy
and tasteful. Next he purchased a fine gold lighter much like her
mother's. It was very sleek and expensive, covered in real 24K gold. He
wrapped up his shopping by buying her her first 2 cartons of Virginia
Slims Luxury Light's 120's, just like her mom's. He felt a little odd
wrapping them and giving them to Demi so instead he simply went into her
room when she wasn't home and laid them on her vanity for her to find
later. He left a little card that said "Welcome to adulthood... you're a
Woman now! Love John". Telling her he loved her was nothing new. They
both said "Love you" often, as they had been family for so many years
now. But as he signed it, it felt like a different kind of love now. He
hoped that wasn't too detectable in the note.
Demi handled the gift perfectly. She knew it could of looked funny to
someone else like her mother so she made no mention until later in the
evening before she was going to bed. John had walked into the living room
just as Demi was heading to her bedroom for the night. She paused to hug
her step father and tell him goodnight. As they embraced she whispered in
his ear, "Thank you so much for my gifts". He smiled and whispered back
"You're very welcome Honey".
A day or two later while having lunch together out on the patio she
reached in her purse and pulled her case out. John noticed this and
smiled knowingly. She already seemed so at ease like she had been
carrying a case all her life. John watched the scene unfold and Demi not
missing a beat really put on a show. Every little movement was ultra
femme and in John's mind Perfect. She had become a flawless smoker with a
style and grace that seemed unmatched. Not even her mother looked as sexy
and sophisticated he thought. After lighting her long white cigarette she
smiled briefly before exhaling. "I really love my new case... what made
you think to buy me one"? John hadn't expected the question but he
handled it well. "Well sweetie, you've been smoking a good while now
and... well you are a grown up, I just thought you might like to carry
your cigarettes in a nice case... like your mother". "Oh I do, I love it"
she said. "I just never expected anyone would buy me one. I've thought of
buying one for myself for a while now but I just never did". John smiled
and told her it's always much nicer when someone buy's it for you instead
of buying it yourself. They both laughed and she agreed "It sure is".
They continued to sit and chat and John watched with great delight as she
smoked her cigarette. He wasn't sure if it was just her natural feminine
instincts or if possibly she had a little of the fetish herself, but one
thing was certain, she enjoyed smoking and he could tell she really liked
doing it well. She would always take nice hard drags and many times she
would do those sexy open mouth inhales, letting a big creamy ball of
smoke escape from her mouth just to have it sharply drawn back in. He
loved seeing that. Everything about her smoking was perfect he thought.
She must have practiced long and hard to become so good, so quickly he
thought. Before she excused herself from the table John surprised himself
by telling her she was really a very lovely smoker. He honestly hadn't
meant to say it, it just sort of blurted out. He blushed once he realized
what he had said. She couldn't help herself from smiling at the
compliment. She had in fact practiced her smoking quite a bit. Late
nights in front of a mirror in her room, trying different makeup and hair
styles, all the while smoking cigarettes and practicing different things
she had seen her mother and other girls do. Her practicing days were over
now, had been for a while but it was nice to hear someone had noticed.
She liked that. She thanked him for the compliment but played it cool. A
girl doesn't divulge her little secrets after-all!
But from that moment on she knew John was watching. It made her feel
excited all over again. Just like those early days practicing in front of
the mirror, imagining the boys from school seeing her smoke. Feeling so
grown up and sexy. Smoking like her mom! She had earlier suspicions that
John might like watching girls smoke. She had noticed the way he would
look at her mom; always quick to light her cigarette and having such a
content look on his face when his mom would be sitting there smoking.
She wondered but never knew. Now she did! She was always careful to smoke
in a proper and feminine manner. It's what had attracted her to smoking
in the first place. The women she had taken note of while doing it were
always accentuating their femininity with their smoking, not detracting
from it. So from the very first time right up until now it had played a
big part in her development. Never smoke in a rush or carelessly. Treat
it as an extension of one's self. Smoke with care and detail to all the
little nuances that made a woman beautiful and intriguing. It was second
nature now but it had all played a major part in getting her to where she
was today.
John showing an interest was huge for her. To her it validated her as a
woman. Sure there had been boys at school and parties show visible signs
of appreciation. She knew the looks well. The helpless little stares of
excitement when she would take a cigarette out and light it. Not all boys
liked it but the ones who did were very bad at hiding it. She would often
put a little extra effort in to it when she realized she had a captive
audience, whether she was interested in the boy or not. It felt exciting
to turn someone on, she liked it. But with John, the man she had been
crushing on for years now it meant far more. To her the boys at school
and hanging out were just that...boys. But John was a man! A successful,
caring, mature and so so handsome Man! She couldn't think of a man she
found more attractive than John. He was tall and well built, smart and
funny, the whole package she thought.
The next big event in their changing relationship happened a few weeks
later. The heat had already been turned up on things, they both knew it,
felt it, but both were doing their best to keep it where it
was...harmless fascination. Well truth be told Demi wasn't trying as hard
as John was. She was still young and her hormones were raging. She was
already taking fairly large dosages of female hormones to assist in her
changes and they were playing havoc with her mind. She was having almost
uncontrollable thoughts and urges. She was still a good girl and didn't
want to damage her relationship with her step father but still, these
thoughts and emotions were strong, very hard to tame.
Demi had just taken her shower and was in the process of drying off. She
went for her bottle of moisturizer when she realized the bottle was
empty. She quickly wrapped her hair in a towel and put her bathrobe on.
She made her way down the hall to her parent's room. She figured her
parents were already gone for the day so she didn't bother knocking on
the opened door. She made her way to the the master bath and quickly
walked inside only to be startled by what she found. There standing half
naked and peeing was her step father. It all happened in a flash but the
sight before her burned into her brain forever. She quickly apologized
and ran back out shutting the door behind her. She was mortified with
embarrassment! She had just seen her naked step-father peeing and to top
it off he was incredibly well endowed. She ran back to her room and slung
the door shut behind her. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her
face into a pillow. She felt like a little girl who was awaiting her
punishment. Surely he was mad at her for what she'd done. How
disrespectful that was, barging in on him like that... she knew better!
Still what she'd seen, she just couldn't believe it. Her mind was torn
between thinking about the thing she'd witnessed and how she was sure he
was mad and going to come tell her off for her indiscretion. He never did
come though.
John was half in shock and still half asleep. He wasn't sure what she had
or hadn't seen really. He felt slightly embarrassed himself but it all
happened so fast he really wasn't sure. He sure hoped she hadn't just
seen his... well his privates. He decided it was probably best for all
involved if he just acted like nothing happened at all. Save them both
the embarrassment of having to talk about it.
Back in Demi's room she kept waiting for the hammer to drop. She was sure
he would come knocking on her door any minute. She grabbed for her
cigarette case and pulled out a cigarette. This was one occasion she did
smoke in a hurry and without care if she looked pretty or not doing it.
Her nerves were rattled and she needed this cigarette to calm them down.
She lit her cigarette and drew in hard. She blew the smoke out and got up
and started to pace back and forth. Her mind was racing... She felt so
terrible about her lack of good manners, especially with him. She cared
about John so much it made her feel almost sick to think she made him
angry with her. She continued to smoke and wait but he never came. She
was just putting out her 3rd cigarette in a row when she heard his truck
crank up outside in the drive way. He was leaving? He wasn't going to
come and chew her out? Now she was torn thinking maybe he was so mad he
didn't even want to see or talk to her at all. But a part of her felt
great relief that he didn't. All she knew to say was she was sorry but
somehow that felt very lame and not nearly good enough.
She sat back down on her bed and reached for her case again. This was her
forth cigarette in less than 20 minutes. She never smoked like this. She
was always poised and under control and she never wanted to seem like one
of those stressed out women who chain smoked. But here she was doing it.
She sat back against the fluffy pillows on her bed and brought the
crystal ashtray to rest in her lap. She relaxed a little knowing he was
gone now. She just sat back and enjoyed this cigarette. She was still in
her robe and her hair was still piled up in the towel. She placed the
cigarette between her lips and let it dangle there momentarily while she
removed the towel. Her hair was mostly dry now and it would be a mess
since she had waited so long to do anything with it. She took another
drag and blew the smoke out in a thick plume as she got up and headed for
her vanity. Once again she dangled her cigarette while she brushed the
tangles from her long dark hair. It would probably need another wash she
thought; she'd never get it to do anything now!
She returned to her bed and her thoughts. The scene kept repeating in her
mind. What she had seen was nothing short of startling. She had thought
about John in fantasy terms many times. He was her crush after-all. But
never in a million years had she thought he would be built like that.
Really no one ever thinks someone is built like that until they see it.
Her step dad, her crush, the man she had been living with for years was
hung like some kind of freakish porn star. It all happened so fast but
she got more than a good look. It was completely flaccid as far as she
could tell but it was hanging there, way down like 8 inches or something.
She just couldn't believe it. How could she have never noticed or
suspected? I mean they didn't walk around the house naked or anything but
still, it's hard to completely contain a monster like that. And what
about Mom? She's been taking that thing all these years! Wow she just
never would have guessed it, not ever!
She put her cigarette out and reached for another. She was calm now but
she still felt the need for a cigarette. This was all just so crazy, she
couldn't wrap her mind around it really. It's like when you have a
certain image or thought about someone all your life and then realize how
far off you really were. It wasn't a bad thing to her, not at all. Just
far different than she imagined or even fantasized about. She had brought
herself off to images of John and her being intimate many times. And all
these times he was by far the best lover she had ever been with. That's
not saying much because in reality she had only been with one boy before.
There were others that she made out with but only one boy had gotten all
the way. His name was Tyler Jenkins and she had known him most of her
life. They dated for a while and she was curious about what sex would be
like so she eventually let him. Up until then it had only been make out
sessions and a few hand jobs with a couple of different guys. Nothing
worth ever mentioning again she thought. Tyler was a little different
though. She did like him a lot and he was very cute. The sex while not
bad was nothing spectacular she thought. She did enjoy sucking him but
when they actually went all the way it just felt like a letdown sort of.
It was over very fast and she never did have the big O her girlfriends
bragged about. She just thought maybe it was different for a girl like
her. Maybe she couldn't reach a climax through penetration. They tried it
twice and after that she started to lose interest in him. She liked him
but she found out he wasn't going to be Mr. Right.
To her Mr. Right was living right here under the same roof as she was.
Now she knew most people would consider him Mr. Wrong and they were
probably right. It could never work and she never would want to hurt her
mother in such a way. But she couldn't help her feelings. She never
intended to act on them but she felt there was no harm in thinking these
thoughts to herself. But now, OMG... what now? Could she move past this,
forget what she saw? She had too she thought. But she didn't really want
too. Her hormones were kicking in again. Those little thoughts, those
little flutters in her tummy were starting up again. She felt compelled
to do something, anything! She needed a release and she wished so badly
it could be a release with John. The thoughts that were flooding her mind
right then were of his enormous penis. Oh how powerful it looked hanging
there, shooting a huge stream of urine out of it. To her it almost
resembled a fireman's hose shooting its water onto a raging fire. It was
so large it seemed different than anyone she had ever seen before. It was
certainly much larger than her own. She was tiny compared to him she
thought. That didn't bother her it somehow excited her to think that. To
her, her own little penis was perfect. She liked when she got her tiny
little erections, so hard but still so small. She thought of her own
equipment as sweet and girlish. Sure she was considering having the big
surgery one day, replacing her sweet little dicklett with a more fitting
vagina. But lately she had been reconsidering such a decision. So many
different things could go wrong; leave her scarred or mutilated, possibly
even sexless. All the things that could go wrong were scary to her. She
thought maybe she could live the way she is. It wasn't so bad she
reasoned. She just needed to find a man who could accept she was a little
different.
Another flash of his penis blasted through her mind. She leaned back and
took an extremely hard draw on her cigarette. She inhaled the smoke deep
into her lungs, seemingly soothing herself with the smoke. Her eyes
closed and the penis flashed through again! Damn it she thought, I can't
stop it! She thought back to her times with Tyler. His was a closer
resemblance to John's than hers was, but it was still far different. She
never asked Tyler how big he was but thinking back she thought he must
have been around six inches long. But that was still much smaller than
what she saw today. John's was bigger than that while soft! And the
thickness of it...Wow the thickness. It looked to be as big around as her
wrist she thought. The only penis's she had ever seen even close to
John's were in porno. She really didn't care for porn but every now and
then she would get a little itch that needed scratching and she would
pull one up on her computer. The guy's were usually hot but she didn't
like how they treated the women. They usually treated them all like sluts
and trash, she didn't like that. She preferred romance and seduction so
mostly she avoided those movies. But still John had one of those freakish
sized cocks. It was huge and beautiful and somewhat scary.
Another Flash of Penis! She realized she was now hard herself. She looked
down to see a tiny little tent made in her bathrobe. She drew hard on her
cig again and without thinking let her robe slide open just a tad,
letting her sweet little ditty out to breath. She slid her hand down her
tummy and started to caress herself to the images flashing through her
mind. She didn't need much stimulation, she was already so close. Just a
few gentle tugs and she would let go, she could feel it. Another drag of
soothing smoke filled her lungs and then the release... She never came a
lot, especially not now with all the female hormones rushing through her
body. But still it always felt so nice, so relaxing to let it go. She
took a last, satisfying drag on her ciggie and crushed it out. She
reached over on her nightstand and plucked a tissue from the box. She
quickly cleaned herself off and made her way to the bathroom for a
tinkle. Why did it always feel so nice to tinkle after a cum she thought?
She decided to take another shower. Maybe a nice hot shower could wash
all her dirty thoughts away... at least for now.
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