She had a huge smile on her face and gave me a big cuddle. She said she knew I had been fascinated by smoking and always used to watch girls smoking on tv and IRL so she knew one day I would be a smoker. She said she liked men who smoked too, andthat my father had, and her boyfriend of the time and it was okay and normal.
I wondered how normal it was if she had known that I had a raging hard on for her underneath the huge blue fox that now covered my lap!

She asked me to go to town with her, and as we waited for the bus in the darness (it was about 4pm), she offered me a whole cigarette. Pleased to have her approval and desperately wanting to become a smoker too, I took one. She giggled as our little orange lights glowed in the dark and thick white exhales in the forsty sky. She said it made her feel naughty like she had just started smoking , as she had at age 11 too. She said she was proud off me and that I looked sexy smoking.

Nothing sexual ever happened with her except about two years later she
asked me if the girl I was asking to the cinema was a smoker. I went red and said yes mom. Again she smiled and asked me if I knew what a smokey kiss was. As she spoke, she lit up> This time we were waiting for a train back home and I was anxious I would not get home in time to change. My mom lit her cigarette, made sure the coast was clear, and her lips came about an inch from mine. "Oppen your mouth she whispered. I did so, and a thick stream of smoke went into my mouth, which I eagerly inhaled. Then she gave me a puff on her cigarette , and said "now you do it back. I did so. This time my mom's lips touched mine, and she almost kissed me. I remeber hardly be8ing able to control myself and had my arm around her, feeling her back in the soft dark blue faux fur coat she was wearing. I let my hand slip to her bottom and she removed it. Smiling and taking a puff before blowing her exahle with some force at me, she said "hey hey big boy" (I guess she must have felt my knob against her even through her fur...I thought she wouldn't!) "I am yor mother! Wait till you get your girlfriend tonight then you wil know what to do!"

My mom I guess feels embarased about it nowadays as that was 25 years ago. She says that she never should have got me started and not to tell anyone as they wouldn't understand. I ask her if she still finds men who smoke attractive and she always replies to you still find girls who smoke attractive? The word fetish has never been mentioned, nor the incident at the train station. To my mom it is just natural that smoking is part of sexual allure and I think she is pleased though embarrassed that I am a smoker. She still is too of course.

Funny thing though, this coming of age thing as demonstraed with smoking may be a lot more common than we imagine. About ten yeas ago I was on a bus and sat behind a very attractive woman in fur. I waited about fifteen minutes to see if she would light up and I could bear it no more, the not knowing, and leaned forward to ask if she had a light. She fumbled in her bag and brought out a lighter. I offered her a cigarette and she looked down at her son, about 13.
"My son doesn't like me smoking"she said firmly.

I thought yes and I know why! So I turned to the kid and said "hey...you don't mind if your mum smokes do you?"

The kid nervously shook his head and said no. So she smiled and eagerly took one form my ourstreched pack. She didn't remove her gloves, which got my heart racing and lit hersef from the lighter she still had in her other hand. I went to take a drag on mine and it had gone out so she lit me again. The boy was watching; utterly transfixed. So I jokingly said
"do you want one?"

I couldn't believe what happened. I looked at the mother and she was just exhaling, smiling, and said
"answer the nice man James"

James smiled and took one form my pack. Her mouth fell open...as did mine!
"James"" she exclaimed "you smoke?????"
"yes mum. Thats why I don't like it when you smoke because I want one"

I looked at her and she didn't hesitate. She held the lighter to his cigarette and watched intently, mimicking him and inhaling herself as he did.
She was incedibly classy and this really turned me on and reminded me of my own mother's role in starting me smoking. She was actually proud that he was smoking; I know it.
She put his arm around him and hugged him and turned back to face me, exhaling skyward with what looked like glee!
"well well James I never thought I would see you smoking. Well you can smoke with mommy all the time now and don't have to nag me".

It was a long bus ride; over an hour. I asked her what her son's father would say and she said he wasn't on the scene. She asked how many of his friends smoked, any gilrs etc ect. All the time she was smiling. We all smoked another three or four cigarettes. At one point the mother, whose name was Anne, whispered in her son's ear, and told him some girls further down the bus were looking at him smoke. He said they were in his school, and they smoked too. They soon llit up, and James sat smugy proud that he had mother's approval for his smoking which by their firtive gestures they did not.
All the time she shook her head in disbelief, wide eyed at watching her son smoke.

When they got up to get off the bus I asked James if he minded me giving his mom a kiss, as clearly I was fancied, by her flirtatiousness with me. James siad no, and walked down the bus, stuck in traffic, to talk to the girls.
Anne just whispered "thank you" and we kissed, passionately, smoke in our mouths. She was quitely groaning and I knew how excited she was. I looked up to see James watching grinning, and the girls saying his mom was cool.

So engrossed in the smokey kisses and embrace of her gorgeous ankle length brown sheared fur coat that I didn't get her number, and she had to hurtle down the bus high heels clicking to get off in time. I waved from the top deck of the London bus as it departed, and shook my own head in disbelief too. Looking back for one last look I could see Anne with her arm around her son smiling and waving. Both were still smoking.