Mary's Mum, Caitlin, waited until her daughter had gone round the corner, giving it another minute or so to make sure she didn't come back to the car for anything. Once she was certain she'd gone, she grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and opened it up. Sitting on top was Mary's pack of cigarettes. Caitlin managed to sneak a look in Mary's bag when she went to try on some clothes, found the pack of Richmond's and without thinking, quickly shoved them into her own bag.
She spent the rest of the shopping trip acting normal, but was internally going over the 'when, why and hows' of her daughter starting smoking. Where did she get them from and how? How long has this been going on for? Why had she got them in the first place? Did she have friends that were doing it? Is this why she'd been acting strange this week and changed her look today?
Caitlin was also wondering how she was going to discuss this with Mary, but a slightly louder part of her mind was making other suggestions. Caitlin, unbeknownst to Mary, used to smoke too, starting roughly around the same age and only kicking the habit when she became pregnant with Mary at 22. Her husband Carl never smoked, but never minded that Caitlin did it, and if anything she suspected he enjoyed dating the 'bad girl' image she likely used to project. These days Caitlin was partial to the occasional cigarette, if only for the odd business meeting with clients who smoked as productive discussions would often happen outside in the smokers area and she didn't want to get left behind.
This also meant that Caitlin had a lighter of her own in her bag, almost begging her to take one of Mary's cigarettes and smoke it herself. The urge got the better of her willpower, and she took a cigarette from the pack, grabbed the lighter from the depths of her bag and stepped outside the car, not wanting to make it smell.
It had been a good month or so since she'd last had one, so she had no issue with getting it lit and taking a long, initial drag on it and exhaling a cloud of relief into the air. Caitlin leaned against the car and smoked it slowly, savouring the moment. This had been the first time she'd smoked for non-work reasons in about 8 years, and it was nice.
Once she was done she dropped it on the floor and stepped on it, then got back in the car and checked the pack. There were 12 left, meaning Mary had smoked 7 of them. Caitlin wondered if this was Mary's first pack or whether she'd bought more before this, then wondered what Mary was doing now as she'd presumably realised her pack was gone.
Caitlin drive home, thinking it all over, but also thinking about Carl. She wasn't going to hide it from him, if anything she was feeling quite the opposite, as she was a little turned on. Once she was home, she dropped off her bags at the foot of the stairs and went into the living room where her husband was sat watching TV. She decided to just go for it, they had the house to themselves, so why not?
She walked up to him and straddled him on the sofa, planting her mouth against his before he could say anything. She made out with him for about 30 seconds, making sure she got her tongue in his mouth a couple times to give him a taste of what she'd done before stopping to let him speak.
"Did you--" he started to say.
"Mm hmm" Caitlin responded, nodding her head before sticking her tongue in his mouth again. Her answer obviously increased his interest, because it escalated pretty quickly from there with no time to move to the bedroom.
Once they were finished, and sat next to each other on the sofa recovering, his curiosity kicked in again.
"What made you buy them again?"
"I don't know, I just fancied it I guess" Caitlin lied. She wasn't going to bring up that she stole them from their daughter who had supposedly started, at least not yet.
Caitlin wanted to try handling it herself first.