You could still smell, er, taste? That way snakes scent with their tongue, whatever! The point is that smell exuding from your mother persists as she settles beside you and while she speaks.
Admittedly... it smells good. Delicious even. You swear as the conversation continued it only got more alluring.
A grumble reverberates up your coiled spine and you can quite literally feel your guts swell in hunger.
You've ignored it thus far because, c'mon! You get turned into a snake, five minutes in you go feral and eat your friggin' MOM? Nuh uh, no damned way.
You made yourself give an excuse to end this whole proximity issue and maybe sleep these cannibalistic urges off, when,
"Um, actually?"
She doesn't move from your bedside, and her petting over your head's become rhythmic and more forceful.
The smell permeating your bedroom's gotten slightly stronger as well.
The more exposure to it the greater your understanding becomes, assuming you pay attention to it. Focusing in on it brings some almost supernatural insight, to the point you now know for a fact you're picking up on her literal emotions.
Right now she's fidgeting with one hand toying with the hem of her nightgown.
And she smells like fear. Fear mixed with arousal, and uncertainty.
"I think I'd rather stay with you..."
A new scent mixes in with the olfactory cocktail flooding your space: embarrassment.
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