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Date Posted: 00:53:07 06/03/24 Mon So like most kids born in the 70s and early 80s, everyone in my family smoked. In the living room, at the kitchen table, even in the bathroom and my bedroom there was an ashtray. Every year for my birthday, I'd get a new stylish ashtray for as young as I can remember. I honestly have no memory of ever not smoking. I'm not sure when I officially started smoking but I do know it was way before I was potty trained because I remember having the habit of just using my diaper as the ashtray and making the butts sizzle out in my diaper. My mom was strict about making sure I grew a deep addiction and becoming a slave to cigarettes by before even getting out of bed in the morning. I had to call for my mom to grab me a pack of Marlboro Reds on my night stand and light a cigarette for me and to smoke a full cigarette before leaving my bedroom. Eventually I would learn how to use a lighter and light my own cigarettes. Then I would be allowed to go into the kitchen to let my mom who was sitting at the table enjoying her cigarette with a cup of coffee, that I had finished my first cigarette. She walked with me back to my bedroom to make sure that I was telling the truth by observing the cigarette butt in my ash tray on my night stand then picking me up and laying me on my bed, grabbing a fresh diaper and taking off my used diaper to put on a new one with a cigarette in her mouth the whole time. Next she picked out clothes for me to wear for the day. After I was dressed, I ate breakfast. When I was done, I had to smoke another full cigarette before being excused from the table. Then I'd go to the living room to watch Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street and told to smoke one cigarette for each show or cartoon I'd watch. Whenever my mom went to the store or run errands, I'd go with her. She always smoked with the windows rolled up in the car because I wasn't allowed to smoke in the car until I was older. Everytime we'd go somewhere someone would make the comment about how I smelled like a cigarette. I'd just look up at my mom not really saying anything back with a smile on her face like she was proud. By the time I was supposed to start kindergarten, my mom decided that she was homeschooling me. I was also smoking a pack a day and if the pack wasn't completely gone by bedtime, I would have to chain smoke them until it was completely finished then I could go to bed. By the time I was 8, I was finally potty trained during the day but continued to wet the bed at night in my teens. By then I was up to 2 packs a day still being home schooled. On my 13th birthday, my mom decided it was time for me to lose my virginity. She baked a cake for me with 13 cigarettes instead of candles and had to chain smoke them all before I was allowed to open my gifts and eat any of the cake. It was the coolest birthday I ever had. One of my gifts was a box of condoms. I also got a Walkman, some cassettes, a TV for my bedroom, a Nintendo and some clothes. I asked my mom what the condoms were because I didn't know anything about sex. She then light a cigarette for herself and one for me, said "I will show you," and took me to her bedroom. She took the cigarette out of my mouth, set it down in the ashtray, lifted my shirt off of me, pulled down my pants and tighty whitey underwear, told me to lay down on the bed and started stroking my penis with a cigarette in her mouth. Once I became hard, she pulled a condom out of the box, unwrapped it and began rolling it down my hard youthful dick. She then put her cigarette out in an ashtray, took off her clothes and hopped on top of me and put my dick in her pussy and started going up and down on me. This continued until I was 19 and moved out on my own. Now I'm 42, still smoke and love everything I've experienced with no regrets. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| Re: About me |  grandmom | 15:45:41 06/07/24 Fri |
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| Re: About me | Nate | 00:35:01 06/10/24 Mon |
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| Re: About me | Null | 13:29:32 06/18/24 Tue |
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