Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Mother and Daughter, File #7

   After my first real smoking case, with a quite satisfactory outcome,
nothing of importance came my way for a couple of weeks.  A few noteworthy
cases involving minors made their way to my practice though.

   A woman, who had heard rumors that I could help in situations involving
smoking, came to me about her daughter.  She was of rather plain
appearance, overweight and well past her prime.  As soon as I made it clear
to her that she was indeed allowed to smoke, she smoked throughout our
first interview.  Even if her looks didn't appeal to me, it was still nice
to see how she sucked the smoke in like it was pure oxygen.

   'I came to you because of my daughter.  She is twelve, and recently I
caught her smoking a cigarette.  I gave her a real hard time and she
confessed she had started smoking secretly at the age of nine, taught by a
brat who had lived next door, a girl no older then fourteen, but smoking
openly in front of her mother.  They moved away a year ago, but my daughter
had been already smoking almost every day for a year and has kept the
habit. Of course I have threatened to punish her if she ever lays hand on a
cigarette again, but I'm pretty sure she still smokes when she's at school.
There are always older girls and boys who supply her with cigarettes.  I'm
terribly worried, but I don't know how to make her stop.  I keep her in the
house on weekends, but I have to go away sometimes, so she can still manage
to smoke.  Can you help me please?'

   She had spurted out her story interrupted only by her drags on her
cigarette.

   'You want me to make your daughter stop smoking.  Am I getting this
right?'

   'Yes, that's why I'm here.' she answered somewhat impatiently.  She
stubbed out her cigarette and immediately reached for the next one.

   'Let's say I could accomplish that, even though I am neither a therapist
nor a hypnotist.  But even if I could, I'm not sure it will be the best for
your daughter.'

   'Oh c'mon, you're not serious.  How can I allow a twelve year old to go
on smoking?' she interrupted me angrily.

   'Look, you've got to trust my judgment.  Best hear me out.  If you don't
like what I'm saying, you can leave and I won't charge you a single cent.
But I think you should take the time to hear me out and then decide what to
do.'

   'Oh, all right, I guess there's no harm in that.  I'll listen.  At least
you allow people to smoke in here.'

   'Sure, why not?  I hate to look at nervous people, fidgeting around and
not being able to concentrate on what I'm saying.  Now let me tell you some
facts.  Some you may know while others may seem strange to you.  You have
started to smoke quite early yourself haven't you?'

   'Actually yes, I was no older then twelve, but I want to spare my
daughter that fate.'

   'Don't consider your daughter stupid.  She definitely already has the
feeling you won't permit her the pleasures you enjoy yourself.  You may
have reached the point where the side effects of long-term smoking spoil
the pleasure, but she presently feels only pure pleasure when smoking. 
Every cigarette to her is an almost orgasmic feast, the more so as she
can't smoke on a regular basis.  You have already killed a lot of the trust
she had in you.  But we cannot do much about that now.'

   'Oh, I see.  But you're telling me to let her smoke.  Isn't there
anything I can do about it?'

   'Well, one alternative would be to try to make her understand how
dangerous and addictive smoking is.  But with you smoking in front of her
that will be nearly impossible.  A girl of twelve won't really listen to
reason.  Even scaring her with stories about lung cancer or heart
conditions might backfire.  At her age she would more likely defy
consequences and smoke even more than she already does.  Are you prepared
to give up smoking once and for all in the hope you can maybe make your
daughter to do the same?'

   'Oh gosh, I've never seen it from that point of view.  I have already
tried to quit and have practically stopped smoking while pregnant, or
almost, but I couldn't last more than a week.  And I felt so bad when I
couldn't smoke, I decided once and for all that I'd rather take the chances
before I go thru that ordeal again.  I have at least reduced my habit from
almost four packs to no more than two per day, but that's as far as I can
go.  Period.  But what then?  Is there really no chance to make her quit?'

   'I would be lying to you if I were to tell you something else.  Maybe
when she's a bit older she may be able to take a rational decision and
quit. I can tell you from experience that some juvenile smokers quit before
the age of thirty - once and for all.  If you want to have a good obedient
daughter and a friend too, that's the only realistic chance you have. 
Trying to stop her by mere authority will hook her on cigarettes like
nothing else can.'

   'Then what do you suggest?'

   'First the facts.  You must accept that your daughter is already highly
addicted to nicotine.  Smoking is not just a habit.  It is two things. 
First, there is the physical addiction.  After only a cigarette or two on
weekends for a month or even less, the brain adjusts to the nicotine inrush
and responds by setting free endorphins.  Just in case you don't know what
that is, even though your brain must be flooded with them by now,
endorphins are heroine-like substances produced by our own glands to make
us feel happy and relaxed.  A lot of things we east or drink have that
effect, like caffeine or cocoa or even sweets, not to mention pleasant
situations, like joy or sex.  The lack of nicotine then makes us restless
and nervous.  The second part of it - and in my opinion the far more
dangerous one - is the psychological side.  Our brain gets accustomed to
the rush of happiness every time we inhale the smoke.  A lot of drugs do
that, but nicotine is somewhat special, as unlike the harder stuff it does
not change our state of consciousness.  Apart from the first few hits, when
the brain is unprepared, afterwards we don't get stoned or drunk, we stay
perfectly lucid except that we are just feeling well.  From alcohol you get
a hangover, from morphine or H you enter a dreamlike state, but nicotine
doesn't cause such things.  It makes you feel good and relaxed and at the
same time more alert.  In a way it's like caffeine but much stronger.  Your
daughter thinks you want to deprive her from a way to feel happy.'

   'Wow, you just explained it like I've never heard it before.  But that
would mean my daughter is a total nicotine junkie already?'

   'Unless she has some genetic immunity, which happens but is rather rare,
yes she is addicted.  There's one other thing I must make clear to you. 
The things nicotine does to our brain are irreversible.  Even after thirty
years of abstinence you remain nicotine addicted.  One cigarette and there
it is again.  You can get used to not smoking, but you will never become a
non-smoker.  Your daughter is a smoker for life I'm afraid.  Besides, the
earlier the faster.  If you start smoking as an adult, you may get away
with it even if you smoke for a couple of months, but if you start in your
early teens addiction sets in after only a handful of cigarettes.'

   'Shit, what am I gonna do now?' she asked in despair.  She had swallowed
it all.  I must confess I had no intention to help her make her daughter
quit, apart from the fact I wouldn't have known how to accomplish that in
the first place.  But I had stretched the truth somewhat, as my goal was to
make her accept that her daughter was smoking and convince her to even
support her daughter's habit.

   'I will give piece of advice.  You can follow it or not, it's up to you.
If you trust me I will need to talk to your daughter alone.  You can stay
in the waiting room outside, but I want to talk to her ears only.  Don't
worry, I only intend to make it easier for both of you.'

   'So what should I do?' she asked, after lighting the last cigarette in
her pack.  I had hoped as much, as I had been prepared for this situation.
I would always take a chance to introduce women to stronger stuff than
plain cigarettes.  I had an assortment of full flavored for the smokers of
lights and some cigarette shaped cigars, with or without filter and tipped
ones too.  The kick I got from seeing women smoke was higher if they smoked
stronger stuff, so I always took the chance to at least make them try
something stronger than what they were used to.

   'OK, in my opinion you must first accept that your daughter is already a
smoker, just like you have been at her age.  The best you can hope for is
to keep it under control and take care she doesn't smoke too much.  If you
do it right you may be even lucky enough not only to win back your
daughter's trust, but even to make her see you as a true friend.  However
there's a bit more to a real friendship between mother and daughter than
just permitting her to smoke.  This may even give you the chance to protect
her from other things far worse than smoking.'

   'So you think that if I allow her to smoke, things might improve between
us?  Right now we hardly talk to each other.'

   'Just letting her smoke or supplying her with cigarettes, won't change
much.  It depends a lot on how it's done.  That also is a reason I want to
talk to her alone, to try and prepare her for a true reconciliation.' I was
anxious to meet the daughter mainly for a very naughty reason.  I was keen
on seeing an under-aged girl smoking.  I expected a great kick out of it.

   'Well, you have impressed me with your insight and a lot of things you
said are only too true, even if I didn't dare admitting them.  What's your
plan then?'

   She had run out of cigarettes and was kneading her hands craving for
another one.  I always helped women in need, especially for a cigarette, so
I produced my 'full flavor plus' assortment - everything I had found that
was roughly the size of a cigarette, but all brown and rolled into tobacco
leaves instead of paper.

   'Oh, excuse me, I see you've run out of cigarettes, and that spoils your
concentration.  I wish I could help out, but I'm afraid I have only these,
left behind by customers.  Out of a drawer I took a pack of small tipped
cigars, one of plain small ones and one of filter cigars, each pack open
and only half full.  She reached for the filtered ones, but then changed
her mind and took a tipped one.  Even though I didn't find her attractive
at all, still I soon had a bulge in my pants.

   'What a coincidence.  I always wanted to try one of these.  I find a
woman can look quite sexy smoking one of these.' She gave a girlish giggle
and, holding the plastic tip between her teeth, she expertly lit the cigar,
puffing till it had a uniform glow on it.  Then she took a first cautious
inhale, which she held down for long time, as if to study the effects. 
When she exhaled, the smoke was almost invisible.

   'Phew, they are strong, but I like the way they rake down my throat.  I
hardly get a kick out of a cigarette these days.  This sure is swell.' she
had blushed in pleasure and took a bigger drag now, inhaling deeply. 
Almost reluctantly she exhaled slowly and with obvious delight.

   'I hope I don't get used to them.  They're like to good to be true, but
they sure are pretty strong.' she savored the cigar with half closed eyes,
a big smile all over her face.

   'Look at me, I love smoking like I don't like anything else, and I
wanted to deprave my little daughter of this pleasure!  I've been a fool.
But she'll only smoke light cigarettes as long as I have a say in it.' The
first step was done.  She had now totally accepted the idea that her
daughter would be, or in fact already was, a smoker.  But I hadn't finished
yet.

   'Oh, that reminds me of something.  You said you want her to smoke light
cigarettes?' she nodded.

   'I don't think that's a good idea.'

   'Why, how come?'

   'Because they're a cheat, especially the Ultra Light ones.  They contain
more chemicals to make your body absorb nicotine, to compensate for the
lower values, so they are actually worse then regular ones.  It's been
statistically proven that the health risks depend on the number of
cigarettes, and not on the tar or nicotine figures.  If she has already
developed a liking for a particular brand, let her smoke them, if not,
offer her your own, or buy her an assortment of brands and let her find out
which one she likes best.  However it would be best if she'd settle on your
own brand.  That would help improving your relationship.'

   She seemed to enjoy her cigar more after each drag.  Her inhales were
stronger now and she would again hold the smoke down longer and longer.

   'Well, I'll finish this candy, if I may and I'll go home and tell her my
decision.'

   'Wait, not so fast.  I told you it's not that easy.  Before I have
talked to her and instructed you how to do it, don't say anything about it
to your daughter.  Try to get back as soon as you can with her and we will
hopefully bring it all to a happy conclusion.'

   She nodded thoughtfully, and lustfully smoked away on her cigar.  Pity
she was over the top.  Ten years younger and I would have made a go for
her. Her smoking style with the cigar was truly amazing.  When dragging she
held the cigar to one side, letting it dangle a bit.  It always jumped up a
bit and then when she inhaled she almost dropped it to her fingers, letting
it loose just a tiny second before she joined her index and middle finger
to secure the cigar.  Then she rested the elbow of her left hand in the
palm of her right hand on her thigh.  She held the lower arm extended
vertically and held the cigar at 45 degrees, burning end upwards, while
resting her thumb on the mouthpiece, like she wanted to stop the smoke from
escaping thru it.

   'You couldn't by any chance squeeze us in this afternoon?  I might bring
her here right after school.'

   I in fact had no other appointments that day, but of course I had to put
on a show, lest she might get the idea I wasn't that busy after all.  I
took my filo out of the drawer and gave it an intense stare.

   'Let me see.  Yes I could manage to give you two hours starting at three
thirty.'

   'Why thanks Mr.  Fleming, that's great.'

   She stubbed the smoked down cigar out, exhaled a last thick plume of
smoke and left, smiling happily.

   At half past three I was waiting anxiously to see if she would indeed
turn up, curious about her little brat.  I was a bit worried about whether
I could indeed reconcile her with the mother.  But I was lucky once again.
She came only seconds after three thirty, and in her company was the cutest
little angel I had ever seen.  Her daughter was a petite blonde with rich
curly hair cut shoulder length, freckles and a lovely little upturned nose.
She looked way too young for a smoker and I wondered how she might have
looked at nine.  It was hard to believe she was twelve now.  She was small
and slender with hardly a hint of breasts, and apart from her puffy cheeks
she was quite bony, but in a healthy way.  She was dressed in jeans and
t-shirt with tiny sneakers on her feet.  She jumped on the visitor's chair.
Her feet missed the ground by an inch, and she rocked them back and forth.
She was nervous and a bit afraid of what was going to happen to her.

   When I told her mom she should wait outside, the little one turned her
head toward her mother, and then after we were alone she gave me a quite
panicky stare.  I stood up, propped myself against my desk in front of her
and told her:

   'Now don't be afraid of me, I ain't gonna bite your nose off.' she gave
a nervous little laugh, not sure if I was jovial or just playing with her.

   'Look, I am no doctor or shrink or anything.  We are going to talk, and
I wanted to see you alone, because you can tell me things you won't tell
your mother.  Don't worry, I'm not going to tell her all I hear from you,
unless I have your permission.'

   She looked up doubtfully.

   'Let's ease things up a bit.  You are here because your mother caught
you smoking.  Now that she already knows your little secret, you may as
well have a cigarette right away.  That will make you feel more
comfortable.'

   She looked at me in utter surprise, mouth open.  I reached for my drawer
and took out pack of the Reds her mother was smoking.  She didn't move, so
I took out a cigarette, placed it between her lips and with my other hand
ignited a lighter.

   She woke up now and gripped the cigarette with her lips.  I gave her a
light and returned behind my desk.  She started smoking like a grown up,
with cheek hollowing drags, deep down inhales and long lasting exhales. 
She certainly was no beginner.  Then a wrinkle appeared between her brows
and she asked with a tiny girlish voice:

   'What if my mother comes in?'

   'Oh, we don't have to worry about that.  I have practically convinced
her it's better to let you smoke in the open, than trying to make you quit.
After all she had started smoking herself when she was pretty much the same
age as you are.  Besides, I told her not to come in till I call her.'

   That seemed to remove her worries and she relaxed a bit, smoking slower
and with more confidence.

   'Before we call your mother back in, I need to know a few things. 
Nothing will ever leave this room, so you can speak up freely.  When did
you start smoking?'

   The question was unnecessary, but I was eager to hear it in her own
childish voice.  It was a thrilling sight, to watch her smoke and talk.  I
was partly sick from what I was doing but on the other hand I felt aroused.
Luckily I could still control my buddy, so as not to give away my
excitement by standing up and bulging against my zipper.

   'I had a neighbor who had been taught to smoke by her own mother when
she was eleven and she always had cigarettes and smoked when I was at her
place to play with her.  She taught me how to smoke and inhale on my ninth
birthday.  She called it her birthday present.  I felt sick at first, but I
wanted to be like her badly, so I tried it till it started to become
pleasant.  Now I love to smoke and it feels sooo good.  She always gave me
cigarettes when I was at her place, and on and off she gave me a whole pack
of them to sneak one in whenever my mother wasn't around.  After she moved
away I had to snatch cigarettes from my mom, but I couldn't take more than
one or two each day.  I made friends with some girls who smoke secretly at
school or on the way there, and sometimes I gave them money so they could
get me cigarettes, but it was hard to hide it from mom and finally one day
she met me on my way home from school and caught me red handed.'

   She blushed and the wrinkle between her brows appeared again.  Her eyes
filled with tears from the memory of the hell her mom had given her.  What
else could I do than take her on my lap to calm her down?  I stroked her
hair gently and rocked her a bit.  She leaned into me, while she smoked
away on her cigarette.  Before the bulge in my pants could betray me, I
made her go back to her chair.  She had regained her composure a bit and
asked:

   'Now what?'

   ' First put that cigarette away now.  You'll send your mother in and
wait outside till I have a word with her too.' She went outside and her
mother entered together with a cloud of smoke, half smoked cigarette in
hand.

   'We are ready for the last step.  But let me make it clear to you once
again.  Your daughter is already a dedicated smoker and the best you can do
is accept it and control it a bit, so she won't be on two packs a day
within the year.  Five or six cigarettes a day won't do her very much harm.
You have to set up a routine with her, so she will get used to a sort of
smoking schedule.  One after breakfast, one when she comes home from
school, one mid-afternoon, another one as a reward after she has finished
her homework and finally one after dinner.  Try not to hand her out a full
pack, except maybe when you're away.  When she's fifteen or sixteen, you
can give her own cigarettes to her, but best not more than a pack a day. 
You should yourself try not to smoke too much in front of her.  The best
idea would be to smoke together.  Take her on your lap and light her
cigarette for her and be nice to her.  That will make the bond between you
grow and she will be more and more inclined to trust you and be obedient.
If you do it right, you won't need to give orders to her ever again.  She
will gladly do what you ask her.  But you have to be careful and speak
openly with her.  Treat her as an adult and always answer her questions
truthfully, even if she asks you about sex or drugs.  No "you're too young
to talk about this or that" if you want her to fully trust you.  She has to
see a friend in you.  Then she'll grow up to be a self-assured and balanced
young lady.  Maybe if she's old enough to listen to reason you might be
able to convince her to quit smoking, bit till then you have to accept it.
You think you can do it?'

   She nodded vigorously.

   'You are totally right.  I will do my best to be her closest friend.'

   'Now go call her in, take her on your lap and give her a cigarette,
light it for her and light up yourself.  Make her feel comfortable in your
arms.  Make her feel that you no longer oppose her smoking.  She will be
forever grateful to you.'

   She stubbed out her cigarette, went to the door to call her daughter. 
She took her by the hand, took place on the chair and helped her up on her
lap.  The little one looked pleasantly surprised.  Obviously she hadn't sat
on her mother's lap for a long time and even though unsure of the reason
behind it, she was pleased.  Without a word her mother extracted two
cigarettes from her pack and pushed one between the lips of her daughter,
while taking the other to her own lips.  Then she flicked the lighter and
held the flame to the cigarette of her daughter.  Staring in disbelief in
her mothers face she dragged a bit on her cigarette to get it alight, then
while her mother lit her own and took a big drag, she finally dared to
inhale on her own.  As she saw that her mother meant it in earnest and
caressed her while she smoked her cigarette, she relaxed and enjoyed both
her mother's warmth and the smoke.

   After a while both where transfixed with happiness.  It was a knock-over
for me.  I was sweating, my face was probably crimson, but those two had
only eyes for each other.  Finally I made for my little bathroom, leaving
them to their own devices.  They probably thought I was being discrete, but
in fact I needed to jerk off badly.  I washed my hands and face afterwards
and ventured in again, to see the two of them stubbing their cigarettes out
in the same moment.  The woman gave the girl a couple of kisses and the
girl threw her arms around her mother's neck, hugging her tight.

   'I love you so much, mommy,' she whispered.  The mother had tears in her
eyes and couldn't say a word.  Then finally they disentangled and each one
gave me a spontaneous hug - the mother even kissed me briefly on my lips.

   'You are a genius, Mr.  Fleming.  I have never felt so close to my
daughter before,' she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.  She took
out her checkbook and wrote out a generous fee, three times the one I had
told her.  She wanted to leave, but I had one last word.

   'I'm glad it worked out.  If you like, you can drop in sometime to tell
me how things are going.  That's free of charge of course.'

   'Thanks very much.  I will be glad to keep you informed.  Do you mind if
I tell other people about you?'

   'Why no, of course not.  Thank you for your generosity.  Take good care
of your daughter.'

   They both thanked me again and left.  I had to sit down and shortly
after I had to jerk off again.  Had I done something wrong?  The little one
had already been a dedicated smoker.  Whatever her mother might have tried,
it would have only deepened the crack in their relationship and wouldn't
really have stopped the little one from smoking.  She would have done it
secretly and who knows what may have happened?  Older boys may have allured
her with cigarettes - or worse - and even traded in little "favors" in
exchange for cigarettes.  So I had turned them into a happy smoking family.

   A year later the two of them visited me in my practice again.  The
daughter had developed into a quite promising teenager, the bulges in her
shirt promised to turn into something sizable soon and she had filled up a
bit all around.  She was turning into a real blue-eyed beauty.  They both
smoked up a storm in my room and looked happy.  The mother confessed she
had allowed her daughter on and on to smoke up to a pack a day, but she
thought it was okay, as her daughter was in quite good shape and good in
sports.  They still enjoyed smoking together on the couch in front of the
TV and now dared to smoke together in public also.

   'Look, you were dead right in every way.  We have no secrets from each
other anymore and Cheryl here is the best daughter a mother can have.  So
what if she smokes?  I did the same at her age and I don't regret it.  It
got me lots of spanking but I only hated my parents for that and never even
thought of quitting.  A lot of girls smoke behind their parent's backs and
what good is that for?  Sharing a cigarette with my darling is the best
thing second to sex that I can think of.  We even share one of your naughty
little cigars now and then and it's great fun.  To celebrate her first
menstruation we have even treated ourselves to a big Havana.  We were both
sick from it, but it was fun nevertheless so we will do that on every
birthday.'

   After a year the mother looked a lot better than before.  She had lost
weight and had a fresh look on her face.  She should be able to find a mate
anytime, the way she looked now.  She could have been my mother, but I must
admit I felt a twinge of temptation.  As for the daughter, she was already
a little beauty and would very probably turn into a smasher quite soon.  I
had no intention of starting anything, so I let them go after a warm hug
and a sweet peck on my cheek from each.

   End Of File