Chapter 15: My Beautiful Mother’s Intoxicating Scent

Chapter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠15: My Beautiful Mother’s Intoxicating Scent

Once I was outside and out of the camera’s range, I let out a long, deep breath, finally releasing the excitement pent up in my chest.

From the look of things, I didn't just have a chance with Song Yu—I had a very good one.

Conquering this great beauty from the Sichuan-Chongqing region seemed to be a goal well within my reach.

I took the elevator back up, and after calming my racing heart, I stepped back into the house.

Mom was sitting at the dining table in her professional attire. Her small blazer and tailored pants perfectly accentuated her flawless figure.

My little sister, Lin Xi, sat opposite her in a nightdress, looking utterly dejected. She kept her head low, listlessly stirring her bowl of barley and mung bean porridge.

The atmosphere was definitely off.

I sat down at the table without making a sound, glancing at the empty bowl in front of Mom. "Mom, do you want another bowl?"

Hearing my voice, Lin Xi stole a glance at me, her expression flickering with a hint of schadenfreude.

Mom’s gaze remained fixed on my sister. She didn't respond; she didn't even look at me.

My heart skipped a beat. I wondered what was wrong.

Although Mom had three distinct personas—gentle, cold, and fiery—she was usually quite tender toward Lin Xi and me. Occasionally, she would carry an air of icy detachment, and only in very rare instances of genuine anger would she resort to "heavy-handed" discipline.

I peeked at Mom’s expression and asked softly again, "Mom, would you like some more porridge?"

Mom turned her head slightly. Her deep phoenix eyes locked onto mine, their intensity making me feel a sudden wave of unease.

Her voice was somewhat cold. "You are the older brother. You realize that, don't you?"

I felt a chill. It seemed this matter involved Lin Xi.

However, judging by my sister's reaction, the situation probably wasn't too dire.

I reached out and lightly flicked Lin Xi’s forehead. "Mom, why bring that up out of the blue? Have I done something wrong to my sister?"

"Ow..."

Lin Xi clutched her head and let out a soft cry, her eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent as she looked at me.

Mom’s face darkened slightly. "Why was your sister sleeping in your room last night?"

I glanced at Lin Xi and immediately understood the situation. It seemed Mom had caught her sleeping in my bed.

Coincidentally, Lin Xi was currently shooting me a frantic look.

People say twins share a psychic connection; I instantly grasped her meaning and played dumb. "Mom, what are you talking about? I went straight to sleep last night after talking to Maternal Aunt on the phone. When did my sister ever come into my room?"

Mom looked at me, then back at Lin Xi, seemingly weighing the truth of my words.

Seeing her reaction, I breathed a secret sigh of relief. At least I hadn't let her trick me into a confession.

Lin Xi took the cue and spoke up, her voice dripping with feigned grievance. "Mom, I already told you, I only went to Brother's room this morning. He had already gone out for a run, so I just lay down on his bed to sleep for a bit."

Mom asked coldly, "And what were you doing in your brother's room so early in the morning?"

"Isn't that normal? I used to go to his room all the time."

Mom let out a cold laugh. "To sleep in his bed first thing in the morning?"

Lin Xi put on a fawning smile and leaned in, hugging Mom’s arm and shaking it gently. "Oh, my dear Mother, didn't I just say? I was half-asleep and groggy. Since he wasn't there, I just crashed. What could possibly be the problem with that...?"

Mom kept her beautiful face set in a cold, expressionless mask, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing that things weren't going well, Lin Xi instinctively shrank back.

I peeled a braised prawn and held it to Mom’s red lips, lowering my head as if "admitting my fault." "Mom, don't be angry anymore. I'll be more mindful of the boundaries between my sister and me from now on."

Seeing me take a stand, Mom’s expression softened slightly.

She let out a soft sigh. "Regardless, you're both older now. You should be mindful of boundaries and distance."

"Especially you, Lin Xi." Mom’s tone turned stern. "From now on, you are not allowed to run around the house wearing only your underwear."

Lin Xi pouted and gave Mom a quick peck on the cheek, her voice soft and coquettish. "I know, dearest Mother..."

Mom gave her a helpless look before turning her reprimand back to me. "Lin Yuan, I've reminded you more than once to keep your distance from your sister. Have you actually listened?"

"Absolutely!" I gave a mock salute. "Your humble son swears it!"

In my heart, I was certain Mom didn't believe a word of our story.

She was a veteran of the business world, where her opponents were all old foxes and cunning schemers. How could she be so easily fooled?

It was just that Mom would never let her thoughts wander toward the idea of mother-son incest. She likely assumed that Lin Xi and I had simply shared a bed for the night.

After all, my sister and I had been close since childhood, constantly bickering but deeply bonded. It was only natural for Mom not to overthink it.

"I'm not joking with you."

Mom’s expression was serious. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table in front of me. "Come with me. I have something to ask you."

Lin Xi immediately voiced her dissatisfaction. "What is it that you can't say in front of me? You're actually keeping secrets!"

Mom tapped Lin Xi’s forehead. "Just eat your breakfast."

My heart was like fifteen buckets in a well—all up and down.

Was Mom going to dig deeper? Was she not planning to let this go?

Lin Xi pouted, taking out her frustration on the prawns on the table.

I followed behind Mom, silently admiring her tall figure and her captivating waist and hips. Mom’s ass was truly beautiful; her rounded cheeks were like two full moons, stretching her tailored suit pants into a breathtaking curve.

Just imagining burying my cock deep between those two plump cheeks, being enveloped by Mom’s tender pussy, made my heart race with unbearable excitement.

The taboo union of a glamorous biological mother and her own son—the mere thought of it was enough to drive one mad.

I knew deep down that conquering Mom, who was soft on the outside but possessed a resilient, iron will, would be far more difficult than winning over any other woman.

Because of our mother-son relationship, my attempts at "pursuit" or intimacy were often interpreted by her as simple familial affection, leaving me feeling frustrated and helpless.

Mom had a flawless face and a perfect body, and as a powerful woman in the business world, she was the dream goddess of countless men.

To conquer a goddess like her, one had to win both her body and her soul to achieve the ultimate satisfaction.

I felt a twinge of envy, and even more confusion, as to how my father had managed to win her heart and body when they were young.

Though Father came from a good family and was well-educated and capable, it didn't change the fact that he was a shiftless, hard-drinking "prodigal son" who never came home and shirked all responsibility.

I followed Mom into her bedroom. The decor was minimalist with warm tones. The walls were adorned with many photos of Lin Xi and me, as well as shots of the three of us together.

There were also a few photos of Maternal Aunt, though I’d heard she had "forced" Mom to put them up after complaining about being left out.

However, the most striking feature of Mom’s bedroom wasn't the photos—it was the complete absence of anything belonging to Father. Even in this massive house, his belongings were pathetically few.

I had intended to sit on Mom’s bed, but remembering I hadn't changed after my run, I hesitated and sat on a small stool in front of the bed instead.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her beautiful legs. Her jade feet, clad in CL red-soled high heels, dangled slightly, the pointed tips of the stilettos tracing heart-stirring arcs in the air.

Watching those swaying heels, an overwhelming urge to pin Mom down and ride her surged within me.

The impulse was incredibly strong and sudden, like oil poured onto a fire, nearly impossible to suppress.

Sometimes, a single, careless movement from Mom could provide infinite temptation.

My gaze surreptitiously swept over her lethal legs before settling on her flawless face.

Mom sat on the bed, looking down at me from her higher vantage point, her phoenix eyes filled with a heavy sense of scrutiny.

"Dearest Mother, is there something you need?"

Seeing her remain silent for so long, I felt restless and tried to break the stiff atmosphere.

Mom continued to look down at me, studying me for a long while before she finally spoke in a slow, measured voice. "What is your relationship with that woman?"

"Woman? Which woman?"

I had several women in my life, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so I truly didn't know which one she was referring to.

Of course, I wasn't about to tell her the lethal truth.

Seeing that I didn't immediately confess, Mom’s expression turned very sour. "Do you not even have the truth for your mother anymore?"

"Mom, I really don't know what you're talking about."

Upon hearing this, Mom’s face darkened instantly.

She let out a soft, cold huff and turned her jade-like face away, as if she couldn't bear to look at me.

The atmosphere turned icy.

After a long pause, Mom spoke plainly. "The woman you were just holding."

My brain worked rapidly. It seemed that every move Song Yu and I had made downstairs had been witnessed by Mom.

My heart tightened. Did Mom stand by the window every day, secretly watching Song Yu and me run?

I rubbed my nose. "Don't you already know her name? Her name is Song Yu. We're just friends... uh, maybe not even friends. We just run together."

Mom let out a short, mocking laugh, her face full of cold sarcasm. "Of course I know. How could I not know such a stunning beauty?"

Her words reminded me of the first day I started running with Song Yu. That evening, Mom had subtly questioned me about her.

Mom paused, then suddenly demanded, "Lin Yuan, do you just want to pounce on every beautiful woman you see now?!"

I remained silent, unsure how to answer.

After all, Mom had already suspected something between me and Chu Ning yesterday, and today she had seen me give Song Yu a princess carry. Being entangled with two women at once, it was no wonder Mom was asking this.

"Lin Yuan, speak!"

Mom suddenly flared up without warning. Her usually gentle voice was now sharper than I had ever heard it.

Looking at her rare display of anger, I spent a long time organizing my thoughts before slowly saying, "Mom, why would you ask that? What do you mean, I want to pounce on every beautiful woman I see?"

Mom froze, seemingly not expecting me to push back. She wanted to say something, but lacking any concrete evidence, she stammered for a long time without managing a complete sentence.

Observing her reaction, I let out a long internal sigh of relief, once again certain that she had no proof of my involvement with Chu Ning.

Unexpectedly, Mom reached out and pinched my ear. Her expression was one of irritation. "I am the one asking you! You actually dare to question me back?"

"Ow, ow, ow... Mom, take it easy."

I immediately begged for mercy, my body leaning forward with the pressure of her hand. My face was nearly buried in her lap.

"That's what you get for being disobedient!"

Mom was clearly frustrated and wasn't about to let go easily. The grip on my ear tightened as if she were venting her pent-up resentment.

"It hurts, Mom."

I hissed in pain, forced to lower my head even further.

"You're in your senior year of high school. Your entire focus should be on your studies, do you understand?"

Mom continued to lecture me while twisting my ear, but I suddenly became oblivious to the pain.

A rich, heady fragrance was wafting from Mom’s private area. It was a scent I had never smelled on her before—a sweet, intoxicating aroma that was almost overwhelming.

I felt a surge of curiosity. Why was she so fragrant down there?

Mom sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, one hand firmly gripping my ear. To offset the pain, I was hunched over, my entire face nearly buried against her lower abdomen.

I stared at the junction of her abdomen and her crossed legs, my eyes burning with intensity.

That heady fragrance was coming from right there. It was completely different from her usual body scent. If her normal scent was refreshing and relaxing, the aphrodisiac scent from her private parts was as intoxicating as fine wine.

My heart felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption. I never would have imagined ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that Mom’s private parts would emit such a thick, intoxicating musk.

Could Mom’s pussy be one of those legendary "masterpieces"? Is that why she smelled so sweet down there?

My heart hammered against my ribs. My mom was truly a rare find in this world—not only was her beauty flawless and her figure perfect, but her private parts held a special, intoxicating aphrodisiac scent.

How could such a woman not drive a man to madness?

The desire to completely conquer her flared up again.

At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to push her back onto the bed, drive my cock deep inside her, and claim this stunning mother of mine entirely.

Just then, Mom’s grip on my ear tightened again. I took the opportunity to bury my face into the triangular private space between her abdomen and thighs, taking a deep, forceful breath. My nose and mind were instantly filled with that intoxicating scent.

Mom’s pussy smelled so, so good...

I often performed oral on women like Maternal Aunt and Chu Ning. While their private parts were clean and had a faint, pleasant scent, they were nothing like the intense, intoxicating aphrodisiac scent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠emanating from Mom’s beautiful pussy.

I felt like a drug addict. Under the influence of this thick scent, I felt myself drifting into the clouds, intoxicated beyond reason, blissfully unaware of my surroundings...

"Did you hear a word I said?"

Mom let go of my ear and gave the back of my head a light swat.

"I heard you..."

I mumbled incoherently, still greedily inhaling the sweet scent from her private area.

I wanted to strip her bare right now, bury my face between her legs, and use my tongue to explore her depths. I wanted to find out why her pussy was so fragrant and if her juices were as sweet and intoxicating as her scent.

"What are you rooting around for?"

Mom gave the back of my head another light swat.

"Who told you to pinch me?"

I acted like a spoiled child, using a willful tone to "deceive" her and cover my true motives while I continued to nuzzle against the triangular area of her lower belly.

Mom was starting to lose her composure. Her long, crossed legs were being forced apart by my nuzzling.

Between the heady scent and the thrill of mother-son incest, my mind was slipping into a state of frenzy.

"Get off me, I already let go!"

Mom pushed gently at my head.

To hell with it!

It was now or never!

I lunged forward recklessly, pretending to lose my balance, and knocked Mom backward onto the bed.

Mom’s long legs were forced slightly apart. I seized the chance to bury my face between them. Through two thin layers of fabric, my mouth and nose were pressed tight against her beautiful pussy. I took a deep, hard breath, the sweet scent sending me into a state of pure euphoria...

"Get up, ah~!"

Without warning, Mom let out a short moan. It was a sweet, syrupy sound, incredibly beautiful, but it was enough to snap my sanity back from the brink of the abyss.

No matter how reluctant I was, I quickly lifted my head from between her legs and put on an embarrassed, apologetic smile. "Mom, are you okay? I used a bit too much force and couldn't stop myself."

"Get out!"

Mom lay back on the bed, her tailored suit pants wrinkled from my nuzzling. One of her jade feet was bare, her CL stiletto having fallen off somewhere. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, and she scolded me softly, "You're being far too forward."

"Who told you to pinch me? And so hard, too? It hurt like hell. How can you blame me for bumping into you?"

I "pitifully" defended myself.

"Out. I'll deal with you later."

Mom propped herself up on her elbows and issued the order for me to leave.

"As you wish!"

Still immersed in the delicious scent of her private parts, I reluctantly retreated from her bedroom.

As I opened the door, I nearly collided with Lin Xi, who had been eavesdropping.

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"Nothing."

Lin Xi gave a guilty laugh and quickly scurried away like a thief.

I closed Mom’s bedroom door, my mind still filled with erotic thoughts.

That sweet moan Mom just made—I had definitely made her feel something!

The thought of Mom experiencing pleasure because of me made my emotions surge like a tidal wave.

Regardless, I had taken a major step toward conquering my goddess-like mother today.

"Brother."

Lin Xi crept back over, her face full of curiosity. "What did Mom say to you? Tell me, quick."

Mom and I hadn't made much noise, and the room was well-insulated. I knew the little brat hadn't heard a thing.

"You want to know?"

I smiled broadly.

"Tell me, please, good brother..." Lin Xi shook my arm, acting cute.

"In your dreams."

I gave her perky ass a light smack, resulting in a sharp thwack.

I headed toward the dining table. After being tied up with Mom for so long, I hadn't delivered the breakfast I promised Song Yu, nor had I eaten my own.

"Hey..."

Lin Xi looked at me with resentment, but she kept pestering me. Given her curious nature, she probably wouldn't be able to sit still all day until she figured it out...

*

Inside the bedroom, Mom sat on the edge of the bed, her breath coming in short gasps. She couldn't calm down. Recalling the way I had nuzzled against her private parts, the flush on her beautiful face deepened.

She gritted her teeth. That little brat... he was definitely doing it on purpose.

After resting for a moment, she kicked off the remaining stiletto and removed her wrinkled suit pants, revealing a pair of lethally long legs.

Mom looked down at her panties, which were soaked through at the crotch. Her expression was incredibly complex.

"That little brat..."

She let out another soft, frustrated sigh and gently removed her panties, exposing her tender private parts.

Mom’s mons pubis was completely hairless, as white and smooth as fine jade. In the center was a tightly closed slit, perfectly protecting her tender pussy, though a few crystalline dewdrops clung to the outer edges of that slit.

Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. After hesitating for a long time, she finally reached out with two slender fingers and gently parted the soft slit, revealing the two delicate pink labia within. They were small and tightly packed, as tender and pink as a newborn baby's.

Once opened, a different kind of beauty was revealed. A stream was trickling from the opening, incredibly wet. As her beautiful pussy was bared, the faint aphrodisiac scent in the air became even more potent.

Above her hairless beautiful pussy, a pea-sized pearl of flesh peeked out, standing tall.

Mom’s red lips were parted and her eyes half-closed. Her other hand reached between her legs, gently pinching her clitoris.

It was exactly where the bridge of my nose had brushed against her earlier, causing her to let out that uncontrollable moan.

At the thought, the flush on her face deepened. She felt a twinge of shame; she could have stopped me, yet she had somehow allowed her son to nuzzle against her for so long.

She didn't even understand why she had done it.

Was it just because she had seen him pick up that other woman?

"Little brat..." Mom’s phoenix eyes grew misty as she whispered, "Mom is doing everything for your own good, yet you're so thoughtless, so ungrateful."

Recalling the scene of me burying my face in her lap, Mom lay on the bed with her snowy-white legs spread wide. A trace of guilt flickered across her face. Her fingers gave her clitoris a sharp rub, and with a suppressed, frantic moan, her body shuddered as a burst of crystal-clear spring water erupted from her pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her and staining her white buttocks.

Mom’s legs shook uncontrollably for a long time before the aftershocks of the orgasm finally subsided. As her desire receded like the tide, she stood up, put on her slippers, and walked toward the bathroom.

She was still wearing her blazer, her upper body fully dressed, while her lower half was completely bare.

Looking at the flushed, beautiful woman in the mirror, Mom stroked her cheek, her eyes hazy.

She whispered, "Is this really me?"

For the first time in over a decade, she had masturbated, and the person in her mind had been her own son.

Suddenly, the calm returned to her eyes, and all traces of lust vanished.

"What am I doing? Lusting after my own son?"

Mom spoke to herself in a self-deprecating tone. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the mouth. Though her cheek didn't swell, her nail caught her lip, and a few drops of bright red blood welled up.

"Whew..."

Mom let out a long breath. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and tapped her forehead. "Chi Qinglan, get a grip..."