Her scent.

Then you notice… a smell. You recognise it as your mother’s… but it’s a little different. Your keen eyes train in on where it seems to be coming from and you realise there is a darker patch of denim around your mother’s crotch compared to the rest of her pants. Your eyes widen.

“Mom… what exactly are those pills for?” you ask, and a small shame starts to rise in you because something is else rising behind the pillow you currently have hiding your shame. Your nostrils can’t help flaring at the scent you find more and more noticeable.

Your mother straightens and slowly turns around to face you, expression full of apprehension. You notice now that her nipples, apparently diamond hard, are very prominent through the thin fabric of her blouse.

“They’re pills for… suppressing a woman’s… you know… urges?” she stammers, shifting uncomfortably on her feet and squirming a little in her pants. You stare at her, then blink at her, then stare at her. “You know? Women like us… cats… we… go into heat every now and then,” she continues. “But in this modern day society we can’t spend weeks just… uh… you know…being all distracted. We live in a society!”

“Uh… right,” you say, and nod, starting to understand and feeling a twinge of sympathy, and another twinge at your groin. Maybe it’s just your imagination but the smell of her is growing stronger. It’s starting to make your mouth water and brain fizz.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen the bottle?” she tries again. “I can’t find it anywhere. Searched the whole farm. I can’t believe I let it slip my mind to get more… I thought I had more… oh god I’m in trouble!”

“Whoa whoa, calm down Mom,” you say, automatically stepping closer to the lioness because you want to comfort her but then stopping when you remember you’re still naked. “We can just go into town and get some more right?” At this your mother shakes her head vigorously, looking helpless.

“It will take too long. It’s too far... “ she says. You scratch your chin and nod slowly. The city was pretty far. In fact your family lived pretty far from the rest of any civilization really. This isolated farmhouse was where you were raised, and while it was nice and peaceful out in the country it meant that things were not as convenient as it would be if you lived in the city.

“I need the pills now… right now…I … I neeeeed them…” your mother whines, and she starts to double over as if in pain. You almost drop the pillow to try help her but she doesn’t quite look like she’s hurting… she is gritting her teeth and her hands are on her stomach… no wait… they’re at her crotch, like she holding herself in. “Oh no… I can smell me…” she groans, her worrisome tone making your heart sink but that was almost acting like a counterweight to your other throbbing thing. A realisation comes upon your mother and she looks up at you, her big golden eyes locked onto yours. “Can you… can you smell me too?” she asks, almost at a whisper which feels like silk sliding across your ears.

Before you can answer you see your mother sniffing the air and stalking closer to you. “I… I can smell… I can smell you…” she notes, eyes widening in horror. Her gaze drifts down from your face to your protective pillow. You see that great big pink tongue snake out of your mother’s mouth as she licks her lips subconsciously. “John... I can smell you…”

You start to hear a low purr emanating from your mother’s throat and, despite how hard the raging hard on you now have is pressing against your pillow, you take a step back. This action seems to snap your mother out of it for a moment and her eyes dart back up at your perplexed expression. “Oh no oh no… oh if your father was still with us this wouldn’t be a big deal… But John, you really need to help me find those pills! Or else… or else...”