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It had been about a month since Johnny had admitted his smoking fetish to his mother. During that time, he had turned twenty, and she had insisted that he begin to call her by her first name, Debra.
"I finally have a man who enjoys my smoking," she'd said, "and I'd at least like him to call me by my name."
Johnny had agreed. It was strange at first, but wasn't this whole thing strange? He'd only been trying to comfort his mother after a breakup by telling her that some men, including himself, enjoyed women who smoke. Since that day, Debra had started smoking not just for herself, but also for Johnny. Her smoking became his to enjoy. In the past, even though Debra had been smoking more than two packs a day, she made an effort to do so in a different room than her son was in, or at least to blow her smoke away from him. But now, she was sure to smoke especially when Johnny was around.
Johnny was excited when he went into his bedroom one day to find an ashtray with three butts in it on top of his dresser, the smell of smoke hanging in the room. He realized that Debra had begun smoking even in his bedroom, something she'd never done before. And when he grabbed a fresh shirt out of his dresser, it smelled much smokier than usual. He realized she must have been smoking when she was doing his laundry.
But just as Johnny was allowed to enjoy Debra's smoking, he was now responsible for it, too. Smoking was a risky thing, and he now owned part of the risk Debra was taking. Debra's smoking was now an adventure they were both on. As part of their arrangement, Johnny was allowed to masturbate under a blanket while Debra smoked. Every time he did, he always felt a little guilty that he was enjoying something that was harmful to his own mother's health. But wasn't she enjoying it just as much? And maybe that little bit of risk was part of what made this so enjoyable for both of them.
Johnny joined his mother at the kitchen table. It was the Saturday night before he was set to return to college. Her ashtray sat in the middle of the table. It was heaped with the butts of the cigarettes she had smoked since she emptied it around noon. Debra was smoking a Marlboro 100, her cigarette of choice.
"Ready to go back to college?" she asked. She took a hands-free drag on her cigarette, and exhaled through her nose.
"Almost,"' Johnny said. "I'm still trying to get enough cash together to buy this one book for my biology class. It costs $350. I get my last paycheck from my summer job on Monday, but I hate blowing şişli escort (https://sislikart.com) it all on this book."
"Wow, that's ridiculous," said Debra. "Let me give you some cash to cover part of the cost." She grabbed her purse from the floor and fished around trying to find her wallet. Johnny could see that she had seven or eight unopened packs of cigarettes in there, and realized she must've just gotten a new carton.
"That's okay," said Johnny. "You've already done so much to make this the best summer of my life. I don't want to take money off you."
Debra put her purse back on the floor. She stubbed out her cigarette. She always did so by folding the end of the filter over the smoldering tobacco, exhaling the last plume of smoke as she did.
"I guess I did a lot if you consider smoking for you a lot," she said. "But I enjoyed that as much as you did. I just feel bad sending you back to school without giving you anything. I think you're going to miss my smoking as much as I miss smoking for you."
"You have no idea. But maybe there is one more thing you could do," said Johnny.
"What's that?"
Johnny hesitated. "What if you let me film a video of you smoking? That way I can have it for when I'm, you know, umm, lonely."
"I would be willing to do that," she said.
"Really? Great! And while we're talking, there's one other thing."
"What's that?"
Ever since Debra had started smoking for Johnny, he had begun to fantasize about sharing her smoking with others. Before Debra allowed Johnny to watch her for his pleasure, Johnny had spent hours a week searching the internet for great smoking women. Truthfully, most were disappointing. There were a few honest smokers out there making content, but so many of the smokers online seemed fake, like their smoking was only for the camera. If he could get his mother to let him post her smoking, he thought, he would be a hero to so many other guys out there like him wanting to see real smokers. And what guy didn't like other guys envying his woman?
"What if you let me post the video of you smoking online?" He explained all he had been thinking and how much he thought others would appreciate her. "There are websites online where you can sell whatever video you want. I post you, and I easily make $350 for a textbook." Johnny, of course, didn't really care about the money, but he thought it might help Debra become more open to the idea.
"Oh, I don't think so," said Debra. "There's a big difference between smoking for you and putting taksim escort (https://escorttaksim.com) myself online. I'm not a porn star, you know."
"This isn't porn. This would just be a video of you doing what you do best. It's like Shakespeare writing a sonnet. Sure, he could only let his wife or whoever read it, but then everyone else would miss out."
"I would just feel so weird," said Debra. "I mean, what, we sell a video and three guys buy it and jerk off to me?"
"It would be a lot more than three guys," said Johnny. "And there are almost no smokers out there as good as you. You'd be giving these guys a gift. I know all the places online where guys look for this stuff. I'd sell a lot more than three copies."
Debra began to consider the idea. The more she did, the more she found it exciting. Nothing would beat smoking for her son, the man she loved. But after so many years of men she'd tried to date disliking her for her smoking, it kind of felt good, even validating, to think about strangers actually wanting to use her for her smoking.
"And after all," Johnny continued, "you promised you would smoke for me. This would make me happy."
Debra lit up a new cigarette. "But what if someone recognizes me? What will I say if I go into work on Monday and get called out on this?"
"You'll ask them what they were doing looking at smoking fetish videos. Then we'll comp them the next video and tell them to tell their friends about you."
Debra laughed. "What the hell," said Debra. "I'll do it."
They spent much of the next day filming and editing. Johnny knew exactly what he wanted the video to be. He wanted to see his mother sitting in a chair, with the camera so that you saw her face, but angled just enough so that you could see how deeply she was inhaling.
At first she was nervous. She fumbled with her cigarettes in a way she probably hadn't since she smoked her first pack.
"Just remember, Mom, I mean, Debra, that I want you to smoke exactly how you normally would. That's what I love about you. That's what they all will love about you."
Debra looked at Johnny.
"Just smoke for me, Deb. Just smoke for me."
They ended up with a video about fifteen minutes long in which Debra chained four cigarettes--enough to show off her capacity for smoking without becoming too much. It was a simple smoking video, but Johnny thought it had turned out very well.
They sat back down at the kitchen table when they were done.
"This is the perfect introduction to you," said beşiktaş escort (https://escortbesiktas.com) Johnny. "I only wish I weren't leaving for college, there are so many more ideas I have for videos I want to make."
"Let's just see how this one goes," said Debra. "What are you charging for one of these, anyway?"
"I'm starting this one at five bucks. Once they see you once for cheap, they'll be willing to pay more. I have to say, I'm so excited thinking about how many guys will be watching you."
"But doesn't it make you a little sad?" asked Debra. By this point, they were back at the kitchen table, their usual spot. She lit up a fresh cigarette. Johnny had noticed that anytime Debra expressed sadness or another strong emotion, she was definitely about to light up. He liked that, it showed she was relying on her cigarettes.
"Why should I be sad?"
"I was smoking just for you. Now you're sharing me. In a way, it's like I'm not just yours anymore. Actually, it makes me think. Even though you're sharing me online, there is something I could do just for you. I've actually been wanting to do this for a while. Come on."
Debra grabbed her pack of cigarettes in one hand and Johnny's hand in the other. She led him to the couch, where she unzipped his pants. With her cigarette in one hand, she grabbed Johnny's cock with the other and guided it to her mouth.
"Oh my God," said Johnny. "I can't believe it. I'm actually getting a smoky blowjob."
"Well you better believe it," she said, looking up at him. She dragged on her cigarette and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth.
"I didn't know you could suck like that," said Johnny.
"Smoking makes perfect," said Debra.
"No matter how many guys see you, you'll always be just my smoker."
Johnny returned to college the next day. During a break between classes, he posted the video. He called it Just Smoke For Me. Within a week, and thanks to Johnny's knowledge of online smoking fetish forums, the video had sold almost 100 times. Almost $500 bucks. And lots of comments to share more.
Johnny decided to skip the textbook purchase after all. He could probably find a pdf online. And maybe biology wasn't the thing he wanted to study after all; his first attempt at business wasn't going so badly. Instead, he used some of the cash to fill up his car and drive home for the weekend. Along the way, he stopped and bought three cartons of Marlboro 100s, enough to keep Debra smoking for a week or two. There was something hot about thinking of Debra smoking away the money they'd just made.
He pocketed the last bit of the money. He'd need it to buy more cigarettes, and maybe even a nice new outfit, for the next video. For now, he headed home, cigarettes in hand, hoping for another smoky blowjob.
"I finally have a man who enjoys my smoking," she'd said, "and I'd at least like him to call me by my name."
Johnny had agreed. It was strange at first, but wasn't this whole thing strange? He'd only been trying to comfort his mother after a breakup by telling her that some men, including himself, enjoyed women who smoke. Since that day, Debra had started smoking not just for herself, but also for Johnny. Her smoking became his to enjoy. In the past, even though Debra had been smoking more than two packs a day, she made an effort to do so in a different room than her son was in, or at least to blow her smoke away from him. But now, she was sure to smoke especially when Johnny was around.
Johnny was excited when he went into his bedroom one day to find an ashtray with three butts in it on top of his dresser, the smell of smoke hanging in the room. He realized that Debra had begun smoking even in his bedroom, something she'd never done before. And when he grabbed a fresh shirt out of his dresser, it smelled much smokier than usual. He realized she must have been smoking when she was doing his laundry.
But just as Johnny was allowed to enjoy Debra's smoking, he was now responsible for it, too. Smoking was a risky thing, and he now owned part of the risk Debra was taking. Debra's smoking was now an adventure they were both on. As part of their arrangement, Johnny was allowed to masturbate under a blanket while Debra smoked. Every time he did, he always felt a little guilty that he was enjoying something that was harmful to his own mother's health. But wasn't she enjoying it just as much? And maybe that little bit of risk was part of what made this so enjoyable for both of them.
Johnny joined his mother at the kitchen table. It was the Saturday night before he was set to return to college. Her ashtray sat in the middle of the table. It was heaped with the butts of the cigarettes she had smoked since she emptied it around noon. Debra was smoking a Marlboro 100, her cigarette of choice.
"Ready to go back to college?" she asked. She took a hands-free drag on her cigarette, and exhaled through her nose.
"Almost,"' Johnny said. "I'm still trying to get enough cash together to buy this one book for my biology class. It costs $350. I get my last paycheck from my summer job on Monday, but I hate blowing şişli escort (https://sislikart.com) it all on this book."
"Wow, that's ridiculous," said Debra. "Let me give you some cash to cover part of the cost." She grabbed her purse from the floor and fished around trying to find her wallet. Johnny could see that she had seven or eight unopened packs of cigarettes in there, and realized she must've just gotten a new carton.
"That's okay," said Johnny. "You've already done so much to make this the best summer of my life. I don't want to take money off you."
Debra put her purse back on the floor. She stubbed out her cigarette. She always did so by folding the end of the filter over the smoldering tobacco, exhaling the last plume of smoke as she did.
"I guess I did a lot if you consider smoking for you a lot," she said. "But I enjoyed that as much as you did. I just feel bad sending you back to school without giving you anything. I think you're going to miss my smoking as much as I miss smoking for you."
"You have no idea. But maybe there is one more thing you could do," said Johnny.
"What's that?"
Johnny hesitated. "What if you let me film a video of you smoking? That way I can have it for when I'm, you know, umm, lonely."
"I would be willing to do that," she said.
"Really? Great! And while we're talking, there's one other thing."
"What's that?"
Ever since Debra had started smoking for Johnny, he had begun to fantasize about sharing her smoking with others. Before Debra allowed Johnny to watch her for his pleasure, Johnny had spent hours a week searching the internet for great smoking women. Truthfully, most were disappointing. There were a few honest smokers out there making content, but so many of the smokers online seemed fake, like their smoking was only for the camera. If he could get his mother to let him post her smoking, he thought, he would be a hero to so many other guys out there like him wanting to see real smokers. And what guy didn't like other guys envying his woman?
"What if you let me post the video of you smoking online?" He explained all he had been thinking and how much he thought others would appreciate her. "There are websites online where you can sell whatever video you want. I post you, and I easily make $350 for a textbook." Johnny, of course, didn't really care about the money, but he thought it might help Debra become more open to the idea.
"Oh, I don't think so," said Debra. "There's a big difference between smoking for you and putting taksim escort (https://escorttaksim.com) myself online. I'm not a porn star, you know."
"This isn't porn. This would just be a video of you doing what you do best. It's like Shakespeare writing a sonnet. Sure, he could only let his wife or whoever read it, but then everyone else would miss out."
"I would just feel so weird," said Debra. "I mean, what, we sell a video and three guys buy it and jerk off to me?"
"It would be a lot more than three guys," said Johnny. "And there are almost no smokers out there as good as you. You'd be giving these guys a gift. I know all the places online where guys look for this stuff. I'd sell a lot more than three copies."
Debra began to consider the idea. The more she did, the more she found it exciting. Nothing would beat smoking for her son, the man she loved. But after so many years of men she'd tried to date disliking her for her smoking, it kind of felt good, even validating, to think about strangers actually wanting to use her for her smoking.
"And after all," Johnny continued, "you promised you would smoke for me. This would make me happy."
Debra lit up a new cigarette. "But what if someone recognizes me? What will I say if I go into work on Monday and get called out on this?"
"You'll ask them what they were doing looking at smoking fetish videos. Then we'll comp them the next video and tell them to tell their friends about you."
Debra laughed. "What the hell," said Debra. "I'll do it."
They spent much of the next day filming and editing. Johnny knew exactly what he wanted the video to be. He wanted to see his mother sitting in a chair, with the camera so that you saw her face, but angled just enough so that you could see how deeply she was inhaling.
At first she was nervous. She fumbled with her cigarettes in a way she probably hadn't since she smoked her first pack.
"Just remember, Mom, I mean, Debra, that I want you to smoke exactly how you normally would. That's what I love about you. That's what they all will love about you."
Debra looked at Johnny.
"Just smoke for me, Deb. Just smoke for me."
They ended up with a video about fifteen minutes long in which Debra chained four cigarettes--enough to show off her capacity for smoking without becoming too much. It was a simple smoking video, but Johnny thought it had turned out very well.
They sat back down at the kitchen table when they were done.
"This is the perfect introduction to you," said beşiktaş escort (https://escortbesiktas.com) Johnny. "I only wish I weren't leaving for college, there are so many more ideas I have for videos I want to make."
"Let's just see how this one goes," said Debra. "What are you charging for one of these, anyway?"
"I'm starting this one at five bucks. Once they see you once for cheap, they'll be willing to pay more. I have to say, I'm so excited thinking about how many guys will be watching you."
"But doesn't it make you a little sad?" asked Debra. By this point, they were back at the kitchen table, their usual spot. She lit up a fresh cigarette. Johnny had noticed that anytime Debra expressed sadness or another strong emotion, she was definitely about to light up. He liked that, it showed she was relying on her cigarettes.
"Why should I be sad?"
"I was smoking just for you. Now you're sharing me. In a way, it's like I'm not just yours anymore. Actually, it makes me think. Even though you're sharing me online, there is something I could do just for you. I've actually been wanting to do this for a while. Come on."
Debra grabbed her pack of cigarettes in one hand and Johnny's hand in the other. She led him to the couch, where she unzipped his pants. With her cigarette in one hand, she grabbed Johnny's cock with the other and guided it to her mouth.
"Oh my God," said Johnny. "I can't believe it. I'm actually getting a smoky blowjob."
"Well you better believe it," she said, looking up at him. She dragged on her cigarette and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth.
"I didn't know you could suck like that," said Johnny.
"Smoking makes perfect," said Debra.
"No matter how many guys see you, you'll always be just my smoker."
Johnny returned to college the next day. During a break between classes, he posted the video. He called it Just Smoke For Me. Within a week, and thanks to Johnny's knowledge of online smoking fetish forums, the video had sold almost 100 times. Almost $500 bucks. And lots of comments to share more.
Johnny decided to skip the textbook purchase after all. He could probably find a pdf online. And maybe biology wasn't the thing he wanted to study after all; his first attempt at business wasn't going so badly. Instead, he used some of the cash to fill up his car and drive home for the weekend. Along the way, he stopped and bought three cartons of Marlboro 100s, enough to keep Debra smoking for a week or two. There was something hot about thinking of Debra smoking away the money they'd just made.
He pocketed the last bit of the money. He'd need it to buy more cigarettes, and maybe even a nice new outfit, for the next video. For now, he headed home, cigarettes in hand, hoping for another smoky blowjob.