"Well he is at boarding school and I think they all smoke there. His third weekend home last year and I found cigarettes in his bag. I ask you; smoking at eleven. So anyway I would rather him smoke with me than do it behind my back. So we're smoking buddies now aren't we Simon?" she asked, turning to him, and stroking his hair.
He looked at me with a look as if to say, "yeah I know you fancy my mother" and said:
" yeah I can smoke with my mom any-time-I want; Dad doesn't like it" he grined and I thought well if that isn't an oedipus staement I don't know what is.

His mother looked up at me. "No his father dissaproves; but I love smoking and I am not going to deny my son if he wants to join me; I started myself when I was nine so I am hardly one to lecture. How about you?"

I told her I had started with my mother's permission at around then too;
and she seemed happy to hear that. Anyway she then turned to her son and said:
"There Simon you're a bit of a late starter next to us" and let out a really sexy laugh with exhaled smoke.
As we continued our conversation the boy was letting out really good smoke rings, blowing them over his mothers fur and at her face, each time I almost read that to be akin to marking his territory.Each time he looked at me as if to say "ha I can see her smoke any time I want".

We then extinguished ciagarettes and I held the door open for her and we entered the mall together, then went our seperate ways.

I was in no mood for shopping afterwards; and could not stop thinking about her; she was a stunningly attractive 45-46 years old I would say. With my experiences of my own mother, and people in the forum, it obviously is common for mothers to encourage their sons to take up smoking; or at least was. It was refereshing however to see a lady in today's climate who couldn't care less about the perceptions of people passing who were staring with dissaproval.