A Mother's Love Chapter 1
A mother's love knows no bounds. She would go to great lengths to protect and care for her offspring. Debra Wilde is one such mother. Her son, Nick Wilde, is her pride and joy, and a beacon in the dark world around her. However, she harbors a secret she fears will force him to leave her once more. Meanwhile, Nick struggles to deal with the fact he has a crush on his mother.
This is just a little side project I've been wanting to work on for a while. It'll be a short story with 3 Chapters.
I hope you enjoy.
It was her birthday. Deborah Wilde always looked forward to this specific day. Her only child and son, Nick Wilde, always went above and beyond to make her day special, even when he left her years ago. From a movie that Deborah had a great interest in to a fancy wine-and-dine dinner that he'd pay for entirely. It was all too much, but Nick insisted on doing it regardless.
Today, Nick had something 'special' in mind, and Deborah eagerly looked forward to what he had in store.
The forty-eight-year-old vixen smiled and hummed at the thought, basking in the warm sunlight as she lay naked on the back lawn and the soothing sensation of her son's paws rubbing and pressing into her back. A chuckle came from behind her, followed by a smooth male voice. "Enjoying yourself, mom?" Deborah nodded with a hum, relaxing under Nick's rough yet gentle touch. "That's good. I hope I'm not violating your privacy or anything."
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I wouldn't have agreed to this if I knew you'd try to grope me in places you shouldn't," Deborah said in a teasing tone.
Nick snorted and rolled his eyes, pausing in his massage. "Please. As if I would do such a thing. You may have a nice ass and beautiful curves, but you're my mother."
Deborah raised an eyebrow, but Nick couldn't see it. "Flattery will only get you so far when it comes to me, young man," she said with a smirk. "However, I appreciate the compliment. Now get back to work. You missed a spot that's been killing me since this morning."
"Ma'am, yes ma'am," Nick replied with a two-fingered salute before reaching out with both paws and pressing them against his mother's naked back. "Now, where is this spot you told me about? The sooner I find it, the sooner we finish. I am in a hurry as I have big plans for you today."
Deborah hummed and said, "Well, I, on the other hand, am in no rush whatsoever, Nicholas Piberius Wilde. We have all day to celebrate my birthday. It is dinner, after all. And it's right above my tail. I think I slept funny and bent my spine a little."
Nick rolled his eyes as he moved his paws up and down Deborah's back, pausing only to apply pressure and relieve the tension in her aging body. "I know that, mom. But if there was anything almost completely useless that the Academy and my work have taught me, it is that you either show up an hour early or you don't show up at all." He moved down to the base of her tail and pressed down on the vixen.
Deborah groaned as a satisfying pop met her ears, and she glanced at him over her shoulder. "Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. We still have nearly four hours before we have to show up for the reservation." Nick huffed and grumbled under his breath but said nothing else as he continued his work on Deborah.
But then he stopped when his paws grazed the top of her rear and waited for her to say something. Deborah sensed his hesitation and looked at him once more. "Is something wrong?"
Nick flicked his gaze to her face and then down to the large, round buttcheeks, his face flushing a dark pink. "N-no. Nothing's wrong, mom. I'll get back to work. Sorry."
"It's no problem, Nick. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know, and we can call it a day for now."
"I'm fine," he lied, placing his paws on her hips and using his thumbs to massage the sides. "I'm sorry for that comment earlier."
"What comment?" Deborah inquired.
"The one I made about your...uh, body."
The vixen let out a snorting chuckle and shook her head. "It's fine, Nick. I find it endearing that at least someone still thinks I'm sexy. Even if it's coming from my son."
"Aaaand we're done here," Nick said, rising to his feet and walking away. "I'm going to take a shower and get ready for tonight."
Deborah giggled, rolled onto her side, covered her chest, and looked at the tod. "Want me to join you? It'll be faster~."
Nick threw his arms up and the air and booked it for the house, shouting, "No thanks, mom! I'll be fine!"
Another giggle slipped from the vixen's maw, and she shook her head. "Silly boy. You're still that little tod I knew and loved." Her expression grew solemn and downcast as her ears folded against her skull. "More than I'm supposed to."
With that thought left echoing in the depths of her mind, Deborah stood up, keeping an arm covering her chest, and walked into the house.
Nick enjoyed hot showers. He never fully appreciated them back when he was roaming the streets of Zootopia as a con artist. But the Academy taught him that hot showers were a privilege and to never be taken for granted.
The tod stood in the stall, one paw against the wall and head hanging as he let the water cascade down his body, enjoying the warmth it provided despite the raging hard-on he had between his legs. Nick's emerald green eyes were fixed on the throbbing member, his thoughts going at a million miles an hour through his head. They then took a turn when they drifted to the...compromising position Nick's mother put herself in and requested that he, of all people, give her a massage. Nick didn't know what compelled him to comply with such a bizarre request when he had no experience in the masseuse field in the first place. That, and because it was his mother who made the request, and the fact she was butt-naked.
Then, to top it all off, he commented on Deborah's body in such a calm fashion and without a second thought. Those words should have never left Nick's mouth, as they left him feeling absolutely disgusted. But they did, and the damage was already done. Of course, _if _there was any damage to be dealt with in the first place.
If that wasn't the icing on the cake, then Deborah, his mother, made it even more awkward by accepting his inappropriate comment as a compliment! However, her reaction was not that out of the ordinary.
Ever since he returned to Deborah a year ago, the two spent as much time together as possible to make up for the lost years. As a result, they grew closer than ever before, and a special 'bond' was formed between them. Nick and Deborah reinforced that bond with casual banter that usually drifted into the NSFW territory, and because of that, said banter never left the walls of the Wilde residence. The innuendos mother and son (mostly mother) threw at each other would make even a stripper blush.
Even Nick felt his face flush from time to time. And what had occurred a few minutes ago was no exception. Or was it the hot water?
Nick sighed and shook his head. Neither, he said in his mind, emerald-green eyes remaining fixated on the nine-inch length standing at attention. _It's because I have a damned crush on _her!
The tod screwed his eyes shut and involuntarily let out a frustrated snarl. "Why?" Nick hissed shakily, his body trembling in shameful anger. "Why did it have to be my mother out of all the women in my life?!" He choked out a sob and slowly fell to his knees. "I'm so sorry, mom. I'm sorry."