Smoking and Forbidden Fruit

Reaching the end of another gruelling week at the office, Jessica arrived home from work, slipped off her high heels and went into the kitchen. Clothed in a black pencil skirt, thigh high stockings, and a long-sleeved white blouse, her brown hair in a stylish messy bun, she poured herself a glass of red wine and produced a packet of Virgina Slims from the drawer.

The 40yr old, busty, blue-eyed brunette had little to no plans for the weekend. Her husband was away on a business trip until Monday, so she thought she'd finish the working week with a well deserved drink and a cigarette. As she sat down on the sofa, Erin, her 18yr old stepdaughter, came bouncing down the stairs from her bedroom, still wearing her school uniform.

"Hey, Jess," the petite high school senior greeted her stepmother of five years.

Sat with her legs crossed, Jessica lit the long, all-white cigarette and pulled a deep, sultry drag into her mouth, heavily staining the filter with her thick, red lipstick. She then nodded at Erin, who sat close to her on the sofa, and exhaled a cloud across the room from her pursed lips, the smoke from the tip swirling around her.

"Hi, Erin. How was school today?" she asked, taking a second, shallower drag.

"It was ok, I guess. How was work?" Erin replied, her green eyes twinkling as she played with her long, black ponytail.

As the pair sat together, talking about their day and what they might do on the weekend, with their respective friends, Erin sat in a navy-blue plaid skirt, a short-sleeved white blouse, and a pair of navy-blue knee high socks, watching Jessica smoking a cigarette with a level of intensity which bordered on worship.

Erin believed that her stepmother oozed elegance and sophistication, especially when she held a long, Virginia slim cigarette between her slender fingers. Jessica had noticed her stepdaughters fascination had recently deepened into something more complex. It reminded her of when she was eighteen, captivated by her own mothers beauty and elegance, and the forbidden allure of her smoking.

"Does smoking interest you, Erin?" Jessica asked, her tone inquisitive.

"Is it that obvious?" Erin blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed. Have you tried it before?" Jessica stared into Erin's eyes in a way that made the curious teenager tingle all over.

"No," she muttered, shaking her head and blushing a deeper shade of red.

"Would you like me to teach you?" her stepmother offered mischievously.

Jessica knew it was morally wrong to suggest such a thing, but the familiarity of Erin's curiosity aroused her. Her youthful innocence was another reminder of herself at that age, and the paths it led her down. It was only a matter of time before she tried it anyway, so why not supervise and guide her stepdaughters first smoking experience, she thought.

"Uh..." Erin hesitated, her heart racing, her eyes fixed on the cigarette between Jessica's fingers.

"I think smoking would suit you," Jessica said, her voice low and sultry before she took a drag, her blue eyes examining Erin closely.

"Really?" Erin smiled excitedly. "You make it look so sensual."

Jessica grinned, exhaling a thick plume up at the ceiling. "It can be sensual, if you let it. "Take one from the packet. Don't light it. Just hold it between your fingers."

"Ok," Erin reacted without hesitation this time.

She opened the packet and took out a long, slim cigarette, mesmerised to be holding something so light, yet dangerous and exciting. She marvelled at it, mimicking her influential stepmother. Jessica leaned forward, the swell of her large breasts filling her blouse, and took a deep drag. Erin watched in amazement.

"It's about more than just the smoke. It's about the ritual. The way it makes you feel. The way it connects you to the moment. It can be very intimate."

"Will you really teach me how to smoke, Jess? I would love to smoke with you when my father isn't around."

Jessica stubbed out her cigarette, her arousal racing at what she was about to do. "Are you sure, Erin? Because once I teach you, there is no going back."

"Please, Jess," Erin moved closer to her on the sofa. Their thighs touched, cotton against nylon, sending shivers down Jessica's spine. "Teach me how to smoke like you... please."

"Alright," Jessica smiled, finding their proximity electric. "First, you need to relax. Smoking is about pleasure and surrendering to the nicotine." She reached out, her fingers brushing Erin's cheek, causing the teenagers perky breasts to swell and her nipples to harden inside her bra. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

Erin did as she was told, her eyes drifting closed as she inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of Jessica's strong perfume and the lingering smoke in the living room.

"Good," Jessica whispered, her lips close to Erin's ear. "Now open your eyes and put the cigarette between your lips."

Erin opened her eyes and put a cigarette in her mouth for the first time in her life. Excited, she picked up the lighter and continued to follow Jessica's instructions. She lit the tip and sucked slowly, drawing smoke into her young, healthy lungs. It was harsh, making her cough, but Jessica was there, gentle and guiding, rubbing her back until the cough subsided.

"Again," Jessica encouraged, her voice firm yet tender. "This time don't inhale the smoke. Let it linger inside your mouth."

"Ok," Erin nodded, determined to succeed.

She took another drag, this time slower, and held the smoke in her mouth until Jessica told her to blow it out. The sensation was different but intoxicating. Erin looked at her stepmother, who smiled her approval with glinting eyes.

"Well done," Jessica praised, her fingers brushing Erin's jaw. "I want you to keep doing that. Don't inhale, just get used to having smoke in your mouth, and try to exhale like I do."

Jessica leaned over, her face next to Erin's, and held the teenagers dainty wrist as she put her lips around the white filter, drawing a long, seductive drag. Erin stared wide-eyed, aroused at their moment of intimacy. Jessica then pulled away, inhaling with a sexy smile at Erin, her lipstick having stained the filter as it did on her first cigarette.

"Wow," Erin gasped, watching her stepmother exhale like a femme boss.

"Close your eyes, Erin. Take a drag with your eyes closed, feel the smoke. Connect with it."

"I'll try," Erin replied eagerly.

Watching Erin hanging on her every word, Jessica developed a sudden urge to kiss her stepdaughter. As the teenager closed her eyes, her lips drawing on the cigarette where her stepmothers lipstick appeared, Jessica leaned forward and softly brushed her lips against Erin's once she had breathed the smoke in. It was a moment of madness, excitement and lust.

Erin's eyes flew open as her mouth emptied of smoke in shock. She looked dazed at Jessica. Their eyes locked while time seemed to stand still. Neither was sure what to do next, until Erin took the initiative and kissed her stepmother back. The pair kissed slowly, rubbing their tongues together, tentatively exploring each others mouths while the cigarette smouldered down between Erin's fingers.

Soft moans escaped their lips as Jessica's hands moved to Erin shoulders, pulling her stepdaughter closer, deepening the kiss. With her heart racing, Erin put a hand behind her stepmothers head, increasing the tension and excitement. Both noticed how soft the others lips were as they melted into each other.

Then Jessica came to her senses and pulled back, taking the cigarette from Erin and pulling a deep drag from it. As she exhaled straight in front of her, Erin took the cigarette again and pulled a much shallower drag of her own. Neither knowing what to do once more, they finished the cigarette together in silence. Erin then stubbed it in the ashtray, the air thick with smoke, desire and confusion.

"I'm so sorry, Erin," Jessica breathed, standing up abruptly.

"For what?" Erin stood before her stepmother and held her hands, staring into her eyes, seeing the panic and guilt.

"I'm your stepmother," Jessica sighed.

"I don't care," Erin replied, tracing a finger along the neckline of Jessica's blouse.

"Erin, what are you doing?" Jessica murmured.

"What I think about doing everyday," the teenager giggled, unbuttoning her stepmothers blouse and opening it to expose her black lace bra and cleavage.

Jessica was speechless, but she didn't stop her stepdaughter when she pulled the blouse down her arms firmly and softly placed her trembling hands on her large breasts. They both gasped for different reasons, before Jessica grabbed Erin and kissed her hard on the lips.

Knowing there was no stopping this now, Jessica unbuttoned Erin's blouse and pulled it down as she sensually plundered the teenagers mouth. Erin breathed heavily, gently squeezing the big pair of mounds in her hand, her young pussy flowing like a river as she felt her ultimate fantasy coming true.

In a few ravenous moments of passion and lust, the stepmother-stepdaughter duo were topless, Jessica's much larger breasts squashed against Erin's smaller but firmer mounds. Their nipples hard and sensitive, rubbed together as they kissed, caressed and then pulled down each others skirts and panties.

"Sit down and light a cigarette, Erin," Jessica instructed, stepping back in just her black, thigh high stockings.

Clothed only in her navy blue knee high socks, her teenaged vulva dripping wet, Erin's eyes gravitated down her stepmother's curvaceous body to her neatly kept bush of dark curls. Jessica looked so naturally feminine, Erin decided she would stop shaving her own pubic mound bald, and grow a dark bush too.

"Go on, Erin," Jessica smirked, flicking her head towards the cigarettes on the sofa.

Erin giggled at getting caught staring and sat down to light a cigarette. As she put a fresh one between her lips, Jessica got down on her knees and spread her stepdaughters legs wide apart, her heart pounding as she feasted her eyes on the delicacy that opened up for her. Such a pretty, little, tight pussy, she thought.

"Close your eyes and practice smoking, Erin," Jessica smiled wryly, lowering her head and kissing along the teenagers soft, thighs.

Erin had a smirk of her own. She spread her legs wider and sucked on the cigarette. Her eyes closed once more as she exhaled and concentrated on the soft lips making their way inside her thighs. She exhaled with a sigh of anticipation and then took another drag, daring herself to inhale the smoke this time.

After a little cough, she tried it again, and then her head began to spin as Jessica ran her tongue up her stepdaughters folds for the first time. Once she had tasted Erin's essence, she couldn't stop herself. She licked and tasted her again and again, making the teenager squirm on the sofa as she practised smoking a cigarette.

"Oh my God," Erin panted, releasing thick smoke from her mouth.

Jessica buried her head deep between Erin's thighs and the teenager responded by closing them tight together as she took yet another shallow drag and then flicked the ash into the ashtray. She kept her eyes closed and moved her hips, rubbing her young sex against her stepmothers face.

"Oh yes!" she cried out. "I'm going to cum!"

Jessica moved her tongue faster, probing the tight hole, drinking the warm, sticky fluid that was flowing from Erin's body. With smoke swirling around them, the only witness to their forbidden intimacy, Erin climaxed hard and noisily, coating her stepmothers pretty face in her sex juice.

When it was over, Jessica climbed onto the sofa, straddling Erin. She took her hand and fed it to her mature cunt. The teenager gasped at how hot it felt, the dark curls wet and glistening. When she went to say how sexy she felt, Jessica put a finger to Erin's lips to silence her. She then took the near smoked cigarette and used it to light a fresh one for herself.

"Make me cum, Erin," Jessica whispered, her voice hoarse and needy. She then lit her cigarette and took a deep drag, discarding Erin's butt into the ashtray.

Riding her stepdaughters hand, sinking down on her fingers, Jessica smoked with long, deep drags, her large breasts bouncing in Erin's stunned face, until she too climaxed hard and noisily, bathing the teenagers hand in her orgasm. Finally satisfied, the two remained on the sofa, sharing the last drags and kissing softly.

"Erin..." Jessica breathed.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever done anything like that with a girl before?"

"No," have you?" Erin wondered, breathless.

"Many times. Do you still want to become a smoker?" Jessica had a wicked smile on her face.

"Yes, but what about my dad?" Erin knew he would have something to say about it.

"You leave him to me. Tonight is about us and you learning how to smoke like a lady. Are you up for it?"

"Yes!" Erin beamed.

That evening, Jessica handed Erin her own packet of Virgina Slims, an ashtray and a lighter. The teenager was ecstatic. But the she looked puzzled when her stepmother handed her something old, sensing it held great importance and meaning to Jessica. She was right.

"I want you to go to bed now, Erin. Practice smoking but not to the point where you absorb too much nicotine and became nauseous. While you're in bed, I want you to read my personal diary."

"Your diary?" Erin was shocked. She would never let anyone read her diary. It was packed with sexual fantasies, mostly involving her stepmother.

"Yes," Jessica grinned, lighting a cigarette. "Then we will discuss the diary in the morning."