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Deborah was in a state of pure bliss. Years of practice finally paid off, as evident by her soaking wet crotch and her quivering walls as she rode out her orgasm. Two digits from her left paw remained nestled within her depths, 'simulating' the knotted process. Her thoughts were on her son, Nick. The tod had just finished screwing her like there was no tomorrow and was now filling her with his fertile seed. In her mind's eye, at least; he was actually out in the kitchen preparing dinner for the both of them. He had offered to do so, since it was her birthday and Mother's Day tomorrow and he wanted to keep treating her like a queen - or something - while she had the rest of the evening to herself. Masturbating wasn't the first thing that had crossed her mind when she closed the door to her bedroom and was left to herself. And it certainly was a decision that she was very hesitant on making. But in the long run, it was worth it. All it took was two of her fingers, stripping down to her birthday suit, and stuffing a pillow into her mouth to muffle her eventual moans and screams of pleasure before she got to work.

She barely lasted five minutes. Guess she was that obsessed with her own son.

Speaking of which: "Hey mom?"

Deborah snapped awake from her orgasmic after glow and quickly moved to pull the sheets over naked body, only to find that they had been kicked down to the very end of the bed and onto the floor. So she resorted to covering her soaked crotch with one paw and her buxom chest with the other. But she didn't need to do that for Nick remained outside of the bedroom and wasn't planning on entering unless she gave him permission to do so. "Yes, Nick?" she called out a reply, her voice cracking slightly. Thankfully, the tod didn't notice it. At least, Deborah hoped so.

"How do you feel about spaghetti tonight?"

Deborah thought for a moment, which was difficult as it was still in 'afterglow mode'. But she eventually gave him her answer: "S-sure, honey. S-sounds g-good."

"Okay. It'll be ready in about fifteen or so minutes."

"That's great, sweetie. Can't wait to try it."

"Hmm. I know you'll love it, mom. I am _an excellent _cock."

Deborah's eyes widened and she shook her head. Then she said, "What...what did you say?"

"I said, 'I know you'll love it. I am an excellent cook."

The vixen let out a relieved sigh. "Oh. O-okay." She then added with a smirk, "I'll believe it when I try it."

She heard him scoff on the other side of the door and say, "Whatever, mom. I'll prove it to you in a few. Laters."

Her ears flicked to the sound of receding footsteps and she sighed once it was finally quiet again. "That was close," she said to herself as she leaned backwards and lied on her back, letting out a slightly pained grunt when her breasts splayed out to either side after moving her paw from them and letting gravity took hold. "Cursed things," she muttered to herself. "Why do you have to be so damn big?" Yet another sigh escaped from her lips as she laid her head on a pillow and stared at the ceiling above her.

It's been almost a year since her...'obsession' with Nick began. She didn't know the 'how' or the 'why', only the 'when'; the day he came home and shared with her the news that he had turned over a new leaf and was applying for the ZPD. When she discovered these newfound feelings, she wasn't too concerned about them, dismissing them as nothing more than her motherly instincts acting up. But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Deborah found out just how wrong she was; she had both romantic and sexual feelings for Nick, much to her shock and horror.

Now, romantic feelings she could deal with. It was just a natural attraction to him, after all. The sexual part of her attraction to him was an entirely different story. Day in and day out, she'd have to deal with keeping her mating instincts in check whenever he'd spend the evening with her with the two of them cuddled up on the couch as they watched some cheap, B-rank romantic comedy or something. Those moments drew her only closer and closer to him until, eventually, she was practically pining for him. It got to the point where one day, while he was at work, she suddenly went into heat and she had to take the necessary precautions to prevent the tod from catching her scent and attempt to breed her mercilessly. She didn't want that. She wanted more than that, in fact. She wanted love; slow, sweet, passion as the two of them made love in her bed, lost in the heat of the night.

But, she knew that would never happen. Sex between family members and even a romantic relationship was considered taboo in the city nation of Zootopia. Fox Den City, however, since the majority of the population were - of course - foxes, allowed limited 'interactions' between family members in order to prevent widespread dysfunctions from inbred offspring. But that didn't mean that everybody that lived in FDC indulged in such forbidden fantasies. Regardless of the fact that Deborah wanted to be in a relationship with Nick that extended way beyond tolerable societal norms, there was also what would happen if he did find out about her attraction to him. How would he react? With shock? Hate? Disgust?

Deborah shuddered to think about it. She hated herself for this revelation in her life, falling in love with her own son and wanting him to make love to her like they were long-lost lovers or something. Heck, she even regretted doing what she did mere moments ago, and back when he gave her the reason why he left this morning. Masturbating with thoughts on him? While he was just on the other side of the door, prone to hearing what little sounds of pleasure she made? And showing off her large bust to him and embarrassing him while she manipulated, twisted, and played with the two massive mounds of fur, flesh, and fat that hung from her chest?!

The vixen let out a groan and rubbed her eyes in irritation. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Another sigh, and she sat up and got out of bed, swinging her legs over the edge and rising to her feet. She stretched, reaching her arms up high and standing on her tiptoes. Then she walked over to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor and bent over to pick them up. She put on the panties, then the sweatpants. But she paused just as she was slipping one of her arms through the looped straps of her bra and shook her head. Throwing the bra aside, she settled on wearing a shirt for once, bra or no bra. Moments later, she emerged from the bedroom, clad in her sweatpants and a plain, white, and loose tank top, and sauntered into the kitchen, where Nick was.

The tod was currently bringing a pot of water to a boil on the stove so he could cook the noodles. Another pot, significantly smaller than the one being used for the noodles and seated to the right of it, was painted red on the inside and was slowly bubbling. Lumps of tomato and ground turkey, mixed with an assortment of seasonings and spices, simmered in the little silver pot next to the noodles. The aroma from the sauce was tantalizing and mouth-watering to the vixen as she entered the kitchen and came up behind him. While he was distracted washing off a spatula he had licked to taste-test the quality of the spaghetti sauce, Deborah slowly slipped her arms and paws around his his waist and pressed her curvaceous, MILF body into his back. He didn't react, much to her relief, but he did stiffen slightly from the sudden contact and the newly-discovered of his mother's presence behind him.

"Hey mom," he acknowledged her after quickly recovering from the slight scare.

Deborah hummed and she nuzzled the side of his neck. "Mm. Hey yourself. How's dinner coming along?"

Nick chuckled lightly and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Just fine, actually. It's a special recipe that I came up with, taking a bit of your traditional spaghetti and mixing in some additional ingredients here and there. It's actually really good. I brought it to a potluck at the ZPD one time and everyone, and I mean everyone, said it was amazing."

Deborah smiled and looked up at him. "Are you sure they weren't saying that just to make you feel better, sweetie? It probably could've been really terrible and they didn't want to upset you."

Nick clicked his tongue in annoyance and he frowned down at her. "Tsk. That's cold, mom. Cold. I thought you were supposed to not insult me?"

Deborah shrugged as she kept her hold on his waist. "It's my duty as your mother to provide some criticism and suggestions, however harsh or constructive they be."

Nick snorted and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just wait until you try it. It'll blow you away."

"Sure it will," she teased with a giggle. "But I'll give it a try, just because you're doing this for me." She gave him a lick and a kiss on his right cheek before pulling away and freeing him from her embrace. "By the way, do we have any cottage or parmesan cheese?"

Nick shook his head, not looking at her. "Nope. Well, parmesan we do have. Cottage cheese, we do not. Why?" He finally set his eyes on her only to widen out how defined her breasts were made by her white tee as they strained against the fabric - though it wasn't as much as it was with the bra.

Deborah turned away from him and opened the fridge, keeping one paw on the door and using the other to sift through the items inside. "Oh, you know. Just to spite you as I mix it all together."

Nick did not reply. Instead, he stared at Deborah's hanging breasts as she bent over to reach the lower part of the fridge. He was given an unobstructed view of the massive pair, and he could easily make out her nipples; stiff, rigid pink nubs as they were stimulated from being rubbed against her loose tank top with every little movement she made. But that wasn't the only thing that he, much to his horror, found enticing. The sweatpants that she wore were taught against her supple, rounded buttocks, making Deborah Wilde, his own mother, appear very, very sexy and inviting. Nick gulped, horrified that he was unable to look away, horrified that his pants were becoming incredibly tight; horrified _that he found the sight _very arousing. Thankfully, she straightened herself, closing the fridge door and turning back to him. What made the situation somewhat a little more worse was the fact that she was smiling innocently, as if she wasn't aware what she had just done.

"I know how much you hated it when I did that," she said as she walked back to him, her breasts bouncing lightly in the shirt with each step she took.

Her voice snapped him from his aroused stupor, and he shook his head as he returned to reality. "Huh? Oh! Y-yeah. Heh...right. That is kinda, *ahem, disgusting. And weird." Know what else is weird? The fact that you don't wear anything that's big enough to hold those massive badonkadonks, commented a voice at the back of his mind. He pushed the thought away and added, "Why do you do that, anyway?"

Deborah smiled wider and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing the both of them close and pressing her breasts against his chest. "Because I can, Nick, and I will. Until the day I die. Mwahahaha." She then pecked him on the lips. "And because it tastes very delicious. Who knows? It may make your gosh-awful spaghetti better tasting."

Doing his best to ignore the growing desire to shove the vixen back far enough just so he could assault her chest with his paws and mouth and tongue, Nick let out a whine and acted like he was hurt by her words in an attempt to keep the banter going and draw her attention away from his growing 'tent'. "Y-you're so m-mean, mom," he said, struggling to control himself.

Thankfully, and hopefully, Deborah didn't seem to notice how embarrassed he was and how much he was straining his words. Or she has, but is ignoring the blatant obvious. Whichever it way it was, the vixen continued to talk on with a smile on her face. All the while, she pressed her body against him while he did his best to keep the rousing beast inside.

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A few minutes later...

Deborah was blown away. Nick was right. Whatever he added to her original recipe made it better in each and every way. She was glad that they didn't have cottage cheese, because she didn't want to risk making something amazing into a plate of foul-tasting food. She savored every bite, chewing slowly and letting out pleased moans as explosions of flavors bombarded her affected senses. Several times, over and over again, she complimented Nick and even apologized for bad-mouthing him for his supposed lack of culinary skills. Boy, was she glad that she was wrong. Of course, it was all just a joke, a mother teasing her son and all.

She stabbed her fork into the mass of red, meat-covered goodness, twirled it around several times in order to get the most noodles wrapped around the prongs of the utensil, pulled it out and up, and brought another bite to her waiting, gaping, and toothed maw. She clamped down on the fork with a comical nom and pulled it out and set it down on the near-empty plate. She moaned again, closing her eyes as another barrage of excitingly new flavors flooded her brain and bombarded her taste buds. "Mmmm! Oh Nick! This is so good! Mm-mm-mm!" She swallowed the morsel after chewing it for a good twenty seconds, and looked at Nick, who was seated across from her. "I know I was being a big tease and all, but you sure proved me wrong with your cooking skills."

Nick smiled smugly, cutting up his share of noodles and meat sauce before shoveling his fork into it and bringing it to his mouth. "I told you," he said through a mouthful. "I've great _cocking _skills."

Deborah's eyes widened as her grip on her fork suddenly faded and a mess of spaghetti noodles and sauce fell off of it and into her cleavage and on her breasts. Nick snickered and tried to hold back a laugh; an attempt to mask his growing arousal from her as they ate dinner a mere foot from each other. Deborah looked down at the mess on her chest with disdain, mentally cursing her corrupted, dirty brain for twisting her son's words. Then, without thinking, she reached one paw down in between her breasts and fished for the chunk of meat sauce that had fallen in there. Nick choked on his food and coughed, pounding his fist against his chest as he tried to force it back down the correct pipe. When he looked up, he almost wished he hadn't:

Deborah had long negated the missing morsel and was currently picking off noodles from the top of her breasts. She even grabbed ahold of one and licked it in an attempt to clean up the offending red stain that stood out against her cream-white chest fur! He quickly looked away, down at his food.

"There," the vixen finally said after two minutes of awkward silence. "Sorry about that, honey. I was...are you okay?"

Nick avoided meeting her gaze as he first shook, then nodded, his head. "Yeah," he murmured, forever mentally scarred by what he had just witnessed. "I'm...I'm fine. Just," he paused and looked up at her, and found that she was staring at him with concern. He forced a smile. "I'm just getting full from my own delicious cooking, is all. Which is a shame, because there's a tub of ice cream in the freezer that needs to be finished off."

Deborah, losing her concerned look and replacing it with a soft smile, chuckled. "That is true. Truth be told," she patted her stomach, "I, too, am a bit full. That really did the trick, Nicky. Thank you."

Nick let out a nervous laugh, figuratively sweating bullets. "Y-yeah. S-sure thing, m-mom." Damn, said the voice from before. That was pretty hot. 'Oh shut up,' Nick mentally retorted.