Sorry about the corrupt file earlier people. That's what happens when I try to rush an upload before running out the door for a school project.
The moon hung dimly in the pale blue sky while the sun completed its descent for the day. A red Furari drove southbound along Padfoot street, slowing its pace once it reached the 1242 residence. The red fox behind the wheel put the car in park in front of the red-bricked house, turning to the rabbit dressed in a large purple coat and long blue pants.
"So, you nervous yet, Judy?" the fox asked, looking into the overhead mirror and straightening his indigo scarf over his brown coat.
"Nervous?" Judy replied with a coy smile, "Pft, yeah right, Nick. What makes you think I'm nervous?"
"Because, your foot started thumping against the floorboard once I started slowing the car down," he replied. Judy turned her gaze downward to see that just as Nick had said, her foot indeed was pummeling the floor of his car. It thumped so fast in fact that even Judy's eyes couldn't see how many taps per second it belted out.
"Oh. Well then…" Judy began, forcing her foot to halt its movement at once, "I guess I am a little nervous. Just a little, though."
"Mhm," Nick nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt and patting the lap of his dark jeans. Judy let out a frustrated sigh and crawled over to him, squeezing the bulk of her coat between his front and the steering wheel behind her. "Look, I know that you're gonna feel jitters no matter what, that's natural. It's like a job interview: you want to make a good first impression for the employer so she'll hire you as my full-time girlfriend, I get it." Judy's eyes rolled back in response to the metaphor he'd chosen to describe her nerves at the moment. "But I want you to know that despite what you're going to feel regardless of the situation, you have nothing to worry about. You've already met my mom twice, once at the awards ceremony for us busting Bellwether, and then a second time at my graduation. And she told me both times, quote, 'Oh, I absolutely adore Officer Hopps; she's such a sweet woman!'."
"Yeah, but she said that before we started dating," Judy objected, "What if she only 'adores' me as your friend? What if she doesn't like the idea of interspecies couples dating? What if — ?" Nick pressed a gentle paw over her lips, putting a halt to her fussing before it could continue.
"Sshh…" Nick uttered in a soothing tone, "Listen. My mother is one of the most open-minded mammals in the city. So long as you're not an evil villain or did something to hurt me, she's not one to judge or hold ill will toward anyone. Give her a little credit, okay?"
Nick watched Judy's violet eyes stare up at him, taking solace in his reassurances. After a few seconds of silence and watching his warm smile, Judy took a deep breath and nodded in compliance.
"Okay, Nick," she replied in a soft voice, throwing herself toward him and leaning her paws and head against his chest,"Thank you. I needed that."
"No problem," he replied, running his paw between her relaxed ears and leaning his head down over her head, "Love you," he whispered, drawing a small giggle from the rabbit.
"Love you too," she replied in an equally soft voice.
"Alright, you ready to do this?"
"Not really, but more than before, kind of."
"Good enough!" Nick said, before turning the car engine off and opening the door for the both of them to step outside. The brisk winter air washed over Nick's face, making him shiver on reflex. While he could brave the normal cold temperatures of Tundratown in the summer, winter brought on a new kind of frigid that he wasn't used to. It was nothing that an extra layer of clothing couldn't protect him from, taking comfort in the coat and scarf covering his arms and neck. "Here we go, Judy. Ears up, big smile; pretend that you want to do this," he teased, rubbing his paw along her shoulders. Judy sneered at his remark, but nonetheless pulled the corners of her cheeks upward while she forced her nerves into the back of her mind.
Though Nick enjoyed teasing Judy about her anxiousness, he himself felt a bit of worry clinging to his shoulders as well. Despite the promise his mother had made during their phone call last night, he still feared that one of them might slip up and reveal the secret they'd kept for the past year and a half. Despite the several months that had passed, Nick still held vivid memories of the evenings spent with his mother, both of them unclothed and crawling around each other in the comfort of her bed. He could smell the heavy aroma of her arousal, taste the saliva on her tongue, and feel the slim curves of her buttocks rubbing against his lap when his girth slipped into her wanting pussy.
In spite of the cold wind blowing across his head, Nick could feel his cheeks growing a bit warm to the provocative images of his mother swirling through his mind. Looking back at the rabbit with her smile still held in place, he reminded himself that while he'd enjoyed his incestuous antics with his mother, it was Judy he loved, and whom he wanted to wake up to every morning. The bit of reassurance from the sight of his lover helped to stop the warmth of his face from traveling down his body and settling in his groin.
The two hiked up the small stairs leading to his mother's front door, Nick pressing the button near the frame that sounded her doorbell. Upon hearing the chime, Judy scampered behind Nick with her ears upright, her paws up against his back and her chest pushing against his fluffy tail.
"Oh come on Carrots, you're not seriously hiding from her, are you?" Nick asked with exasperation.
"No! I just thought it might be nice to surprise her," Judy replied with a gleeful grin. A slight twinge poked at Nick's gut, fighting the urge to tell Judy that his mother had pieced things together and deduced whom he'd been dating for the past several months. He'd asked her to act surprised, which meant he needed to keep the guise up himself.
"Whatever you say, Fluff," Nick replied, hearing footsteps approach the door from the other side. At the sound of the click of the latch unlocking, he felt his girlfriend's grip tighten against his back.
With the front door opened, Nick was greeted by the sight of his mother dressed in a long-sleeve yellow blouse with the white collars of an undershirt poking out, along with a khaki knee-length skirt. A gentle beam of affection appeared across her beautiful face, exemplifying the allure of her hazel eyes and the snow-white patch growing between them.
"Hello, Nick," Mrs. Wilde said with a warm tone, before her eyes scanned the area around him, "Oh, that's strange. Where's your girlfriend?"
"Huh. That's a good question," Nick replied, rubbing the fur above his scarf and looking around the area, "She was here just a moment ago; must have lost track of her." Feeling a jostle behind him, Nick watched Judy poke her head out to his left, extending a paw out and waving to his mother with a cheerful smile.
"Hi!" Judy exclaimed, receiving an ecstatic gasp from the vixen in return.
"Oh, Officer Hopps!" Nick's mother proclaimed, "So you're the mammal my son's been dating this whole time. That's so wonderful!" The fox opened her arms up to Judy, who responded with a bit of surprise to her receptiveness, but stepped forward nonetheless and exchanged firm hugs with her boyfriend's mother. With the rabbit's face buried in the vixen's chest, Mrs. Wilde looked up at her son and offered him a playful wink, causing him to roll his eyes.
Don't oversell it mom, he thought to himself, hoping Judy wouldn't catch on to his mother faking her surprise to Judy's reveal.
"I know you two have already met before, but let me formally introduce you under new circumstances," Nick said, before clearing his throat, "Judy, this is my mother, Olivia Wilde. Mom, this is Judy Hopps, my girlfriend."
"Officer Hopps, I'm so glad you're the one dating my boy," Olivia said, pulling herself back but keeping her paws on the shoulders of the rabbit looking up at her, "Both times I saw you two together, you just seemed to click so well."
"Please, we're not on the clock; you can call me Judy," the rabbit said, Nick noticing that a bit of tension had already worn off from the warm reception she'd received.
"Well, come on in already; I don't want you two to freeze out there," she beckoned them, backing away and indicating the coat rack along the right wall as they stepped through. Closing the door behind him, Nick unwound the scarf from his neck before lifting the brown coat off of his black long-sleeve shirt. He hung his coat and scarf up on one of the knobs, before turning to Judy. She had dressed herself down to her thin sweater with pink and purple stripes, passing her coat to Nick so he could hang it up next to his. "Oh my goodness Nick, it's so good to see you again," Olivia said, approaching him when he turned around and curling her arms around his waist, pressing the front of her body up against his.
Nick's fur began to tingle upon feeling his mother's sudden contact. He could feel her breasts poking against his chest, the digits of her paws poking the base of his tail. She turned his face to the side and pressed her lips against his cheek, humming while she planted a firm kiss against him. His heartbeat began to quicken, thinking that his mother's affection might be a little more sensual than a normal for a platonic relationship would allow. His eyes wandered to Judy, who looked on with her arms behind her back and a joyful smile toward the both of them. Nick forced himself to smile back, telling himself that perhaps it was just his own paranoia lying to him when his mother exhibited nothing more than a normal paternal greeting for her offspring.
"Good to see you too, mom," he said, returning her hug and forcing his paw not to rub her back or let it wander lower than it needed to. He heard the sound of a small metallic jingle when she pulled away, and looked below her neck to see a silver chain hanging from her neck, with a sapphire red jewel above her blouse. "Hey, you're wearing the necklace I gave you for Christmas."
"Of course I am, dear," Olivia replied, lifting her left paw up to fondle the jewel hanging at the end, "I try to wear it as often as I can, especially on special occasions."
"Well, I'm glad you like it so much. It looks good on you."
"Thank you, sweetheart. That's very flattering."
"No problem." Nick found it hard to take his eyes off of the jewel on the end of the silver chain, resting against the center of her chest between the two petite nubs of her breasts. "Uh, something smells good," he stated, ripping his eyes away from his mother's chest while his nose picked up the scent of warm cheese and other fixtures wafting through the air, "Do I smell dinner cooking?"
"You certainly do," Olivia stated, pulling herself away from Nick and looking back toward the rabbit behind her, "Judy, Nick told me it wouldn't be a good idea not to make anything with insect meat tonight, so I took the liberty of making a spinach-lasagna for us. How does that sound to you?"
"That sounds delicious, Mrs. Wilde," Judy said, clasping her paws together in delight.
"Wonderful. It should be ready in the next ten minutes or so; I timed it to come out of the oven just a little bit after you'd both arrived. In the meantime, let's sit in the living room and chat for a bit."
Nick felt a wave of comfort soothe him as he followed Judy away from the door and looked around the living room. Just like his mother, everything about her home had remained the same since his last visit a month ago. Same LCD television, same green palm tree wallpaper, same collection of paintings and dolls in front of the window covered with scarlet drapes. Despite his knack for creativity in hustles of the past and for police work in the present, Nick was a fox who relished in the security of familiar surroundings. Also familiar was the teapot and cups sitting on the coffee table in front of the bridgewater sofa, a white color with lilac illustrations on the sides.
"Would you like some tea, Judy?" Olivia asked, motioning her paw toward the table in front of the sofa Nick and Judy sat on.
"What kind?" Judy asked.
"Chamomile. I try not to have caffeine after sundown."
"Oh, sure! That sounds wonderful," Judy replied, picking up a teacup while Olivia lifted the pot from the center of the tray. The amber liquid poured into Judy's cup, a bit of steam rising past the edge of the cup. Judy reached for the small cup of sugar, lifting two squares into her cup and stirring them about until they dissolved, while Olivia poured a cup for her son as well.
"Now then, I want to hear about how it all started," Olivia said when she finished pouring Nick's cup of tea, sitting down in the arm chair catty-cornered from the sofa to pour some for herself, "And I'd like to hear it from you, Judy, since you're the one visiting after all."
Judy looked to her left toward her boyfriend as he dumped four lumps of sugar into his cup. He gave her a supportive nod while he stirred the cubes into oblivion, then took a gentle sip of the hot liquid. The taste of sweet flowers ran over his tongue and down his throat, sending away the remnants of cold still clinging to him.
"Alright, how it started… where to begin…." Judy uttered, straightening her back as her eyes wandered up to the ceiling, "Did Nick tell you about how we first met, on my first day working at the ZPD?" Olivia nodded and took a sip from her own cup of tea. "Right. Well, I first started seeing a different side of Nick when he stood up to Chief Bogo for me, and then told me about his bad night at the junior scouts when he was a little boy. He and I didn't get off to a great start the day before, but those two acts meant a lot to me. It showed that he felt comfortable enough with me to open up about something he didn't share with a lot of other mammals. That's when I started seeing the hurt cub underneath the smug guise he used to protect himself."
"Oh yes, I'm more than familiar with that," Olivia agreed, "After that night at the scouts, Nick started hiding behind an emotional wall. I put him through a few counselors to try and get him to open up, but you know what they say — you have to want help in the first place in order to get it."
"Yeah yeah, I get it," Nick grumbled with an unamused scowl on his face, "I was scarred and made things worse by closing myself off from the world, boo hoo." Nick turned to Judy, his scowl morphing into a cocky smile when a memory from that same summer crossed his mind. "Speaking of opening up, do you want to tell her how much you cried under the bridge when you apologized to me, or do I get that pleasure?" Judy gasped in offense, while Olivia lifted an eyebrow at them.
"I would ask that Judy tell that part, if you hadn't already told me yourself when you invited me to your award ceremony, sweetheart," Olivia reminded him, "So, it's up to Judy if she wants to go over that part again." A look of disappointment came over Nick's face, while Judy in turn adopted a satisfied grin.
"I think I'll skip that part if you already know it, Mrs. Wilde," Judy said, turning her smiling face to Nick. The fox stuck his tongue out at her, eliciting an amused chortle from his mother. "Anyway, when that happened a few months later, both of us knew we would stick with each other no matter what — especially after I hurt my leg and Nick refused to leave me behind even after I told him to run away with the Nighthowler serum. After our little act with Nick pretending to go savage so Bellwether could reveal her plan, Nick submitted his application for the ZPD, and got accepted into the academy once spring began."
"Funny thing though," Nick interrupted, an egotistical smile spreading across his face, "Judy made it a point to visit me every weekend after my first two weeks into training."
"Because you were struggling to keep up with the other cadets," Judy fired back with a grin, "And I took time out of my life to whip you into shape and keep you from quitting."
"Because you cared so much about me?"
"Because I pitied you. You're the one who kept calling me every night because you needed a shoulder to cry on about how hard academy training was."
"Yeah, well…" Nick paused, hearing an amused snort emanate from his mother, "The fact remains that you mentored me because you couldn't imagine being on the force without me as your partner. You can't deny that, Carrots."
"I can, and I will," Judy replied with a spiteful grin, prompting Nick to stick his tongue out her while Olivia snickered at their antics, "So, half a year goes by, Nick graduates and becomes my partner on the force, and we just have the best synergy I could've imagined. Every shift together flies by with us watching each other's backs, making jabs at each other and cracking up in laughter in the squad car. One day, Nick just out of the blue asks me if I want to go to dinner, this fancy place called Monte Savannah — have you heard of it?"
"I have," Olivia replied, "James took me there a few times before Nick was born. Beautiful atmosphere, but I kept telling him that he didn't need to spend that much to impress me."
"I agree completely; that's why I made sure I covered the tip. Still, I appreciated the gesture, and I'm glad Nick took me there." She and Nick offered each other an endearing smile while his mind flashed back to the elegant decorations, the warm candlelit rooms and the soothing piano played as they ate. "It felt a little weird to be there in public. I felt worried that others might judge us for being interspecies dates, but we managed to fight our nerves and talk to each other about growing up. After that, Nick took me back to his place, and watched Snek —"
"It was Judy's idea," Nick interrupted, "I haven't liked that movie since I was a teenager."
"I don't blame you," Olivia replied, "I hated that movie when it first came out."
"What!? How can you hate that movie, it's amazing!" Nick exclaimed. The fox's pupils shrank a second after his outburst, when he looked back and forth from his mom to his girlfriend, seeing them both wearing similar coy smiles. "That's just playing dirty, mom."
"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," Olivia remarked with a grin. Following a muffled cough from his left, Nick watched Judy fight to swallow the tea in her mouth, covering her face as she laughed out loud. Watching her reaction, Mrs. Wilde herself couldn't help but find her laughter contagious, she herself breaking into a softer chortle.
"I hate both of you," Nick muttered, the corner of his mouth out of their vision lifting just a bit.
"So…" Judy continued, struggling to recompose herself, "We watched the movie for a bit, and after that, we, uh…" Judy paused for a moment, her eyes glancing toward Nick for a moment as her mind thought over the same thing his did.
Went into my room, tore our clothes off and had passionate romantic sex, Nick thought, fighting to keep his face from twisting into one of alarm.
"We just had a nice night, enjoying each other's company," Judy replied after a moment, keeping her paw across her lap to maintain a poised image for the vixen she wanted to impress.
"Did you spend the night over?" Olivia asked with a casual tone. The alarms in Nick's head went off once again, knowing full well the real intention behind the question. It was common for most protective mothers to resent their girlfriends for screwing their sons out of wedlock. Though she'd told him numerous times she didn't resent his new relationship, did she really mean it, or was she looking for a reason to voice her disapproval of Judy's actions?
"Yes, I did," Judy replied in just as casual of a tone as Olivia had asked her, "Woke up the next morning to find him making pancakes for me, topped with the blueberries I gave him from the Hopps farm before then." Olivia's mouth opened wide in joy while she placed her paw against her chest.
"Honey, good job!" Olivia commended him, "I'm glad to know that you learned some chivalry after all these years."
"They were mostly for me; I just decided I might as well make enough for Judy too," Nick grumbled, feeling his face grow warm from his mother's praise. Seeing his ears drop, Judy reached a paw over to his lap, giving him a gentle pat against the top of his thigh. "Stop it," he muttered, making Judy beam at him.
"From that point forward, we've just grown closer and closer to each other over time," Judy resumed, "It wasn't until the… third month that I decided to move in with him, after I realized I spent more time at his place than the apartment I was still paying for."
"That's wonderful. I'm very happy for you two," Olivia commended. With Judy's paw still on his thigh, Nick reached downward and took it within his own, giving it an encouraging squeeze. Knowing she'd done well enough to win her approval so far, Judy returned his squeeze, her white puff-tail shaking a bit behind her. "So Judy, I hope you don't mind me asking; what makes you find foxes attractive rather than your own species?"
"Mom!" Nick blurted with a bit of annoyance in his voice, "That's kind of a personal question, don't you think?"
"Is it? I'm sorry, Judy," Olivia said to the rabbit, "I'm not trying to intrude on your privacy, it's just that this whole interspecies relationship thing is very new to me — not that I'm against it mind you, I think it's a beautiful thing — it's just that it was very uncommon when James and I were dating, and there was a horrible stigma around it. You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable, I'm just curious, that's all."
"It's okay, don't worry about it Mrs. Wilde," Judy said with a reassuring wave of her paw, Nick too busy burying his own face in his palm, "It's not so much an 'attracted to foxes' thing; rather that I'm just attracted to who Nick is. He could be a rabbit, a wolf, a badger, anything really. His species doesn't matter; it's his character that I'm in love with." Judy's eyes widened upon realizing what word she'd just used in front of Nick's mother, her mouth curling into itself as her little nose twitched. Nick himself kept his eyes buried in his paw, his face burning to the point that it felt like fire.
"That is very sweet, Judy," Olivia replied with a warm tone, "It makes me so happy to hear that you feel that way about my son. Thank you."
"O-of course," Judy said, drumming her digits against her knees in anxiousness while her ears fell behind her head, "Anyway, if I were to say what I find attractive about Nick rather than his species… aside from the sweet side of him that he tries to hide, I like his social skills, his sharp wit, his banter — his constant smartmouth for just about everything that happens in a day; it just keeps me in stitches." As Judy listed off the reasons she found Nick to be such a fitting mate for her, Nick felt it necessary to distract himself so his face didn't burn right off his head. He decided to drain what remained in his teacup, knowing what little warmth it retained would soon disappear.
"Oh, I know that all too well," Olivia replied with a grin, "Believe me, I know more about what he can do with his mouth than you can imagine."
The instant the words left his mother's tongue, Nick found his mind flooded with the image of his mother standing in front of him, their lips pressed together with their mouths open, tongues pushing forward and molesting one another in an intricate dance. The fox felt his throat close around the tea he'd tried to swallow, felt it come back up to his mouth which forced him to cover his face to keep from making a mess on the couch.
"Whoa, Nick, you okay?" Judy asked, her ears shooting upright while Nick continued to cough, feeling some of the tea dribble out into the black sleeve covering his arm.
"Ack — kaff — y-yeah," Nick said as he coughed through the bit of tea still in his throat, "Just — ugh — went down the wrong pipe." Nick looked toward his mother, Olivia giving him a worried stare before a high pitched beep rang out from the kitchen.
"Oh, that must be the lasagna," she said, putting her teacup on the table, "Hope you two are hungry."
"We sure are, Mrs. Wilde," Judy replied, jumping down from the couch and following the vixen. Nick rose from his seat and followed behind the rabbit, lewd thoughts of his mother creeping into his mind. Following behind Judy, Nick's eyes traveled from her long ears, down the length of her striped sweater and to the puff tail sticking over her ample round butt covered by her blue pants. Taking in the sight of her, he recalled the countless sex they'd shared over the months they'd been together. From the first time he'd squeezed his knot into her at the end of last summer to feeling soaking pussy against his mouth just two days ago, he loved every intimate moment they shared.
I'm with Judy now, he told himself, doing what he could to shake any provocative thoughts of his mother away, Mom and I had fun, and I'll always love her, but I can't go back to what we had before. I'm not gonna put Judy in a weird spot like that; not her.
The trio moved to the kitchen, just a tad bit smaller than the living room, a number of dark oak cabinets lining the lime-green walls. A black oven and white counter topped with an old microwave was found on the right side of the room. On the left, away from the mess of cabinets on the walls, a small round table with wooden chairs stood a few feet from a window lined with the same style of drapes in the living room. Olivia reached for a protective paw mitt, before pulling open the front of the oven and reaching inside the hot interior. The aroma Nick had detected earlier multiplied when the heated contents wafted out, filling the kitchen with the smell of hot cheese and pasta sauce.
"Mm-mm, doesn't that smell divine?" Olivia stated, setting the pan of lasagna down on the surface of the oven. On the other side of her, Nick reached for the cabinet containing an assortment of plain white dishes. "Oh no, honey, let's not use those," Olivia said to him, pointing to the cabinet on her right side.
"The fancy stuff?" Nick asked.
"Of course. We have important company over, don't we?" she asked, giving a brief glance toward Judy who offered a humble smile.
"Alright, alright; I'm sure the appearance of the dishes make such a difference on how the lasagna tastes." Stepping to the other side of his mother, Nick opened the cabinet at the top, seeing a stack of ceramic plates, the ones decorated with ladybugs and bumblebees buzzing around grass and flowers.
"What the heck, mom?" Nick asked with comical confusion, "I thought we agreed not to have bugs for dinner because of Judy?" Olivia's eyes narrowed with confusion, until she saw Nick holding the plate in the air and realized what he was referring to.
"Oh, Nicholas," Olivia sighed with a smile as she walked toward the same cabinet, Judy shooting him a disillusioned glare of her own, "Such a comedian."
Feeling proud of his terrible joke, Nick pulled the rest of the decorative plates out of the cabinet, before reaching back up toward the glasses with matching designs. He was surprised to feel another paw on top of his when he touched the glasses, looking to the left to see his mother standing next to him and looking at him as well. Rather than pull away in an instant, Nick looked toward his mom with their paws still next to each other, seeing her hazel eyes looking to him.
"I'm sorry…" Olivia said, her face frozen with her gaze still on him, "I thought maybe you'd take the plates to the table."
"I-it's okay, mom," Nick replied, feeling her paw move just a bit over his, her pinky rubbing over his thumb, "I do that if you want."
"Whatever you wish, dear. It's fine with me." As his mother continued to stare at him, Nick felt enchanted by her face. Despite the growing patch of white at the center of her face, and some faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, his mother still looked amazing. She'd kept up a trim figure, her waistline and stomach just half an inch behind the petite bust of her chest. Even with the subtle signs of age on her face, her fur overall still looked lush and healthy. Fifty-three years old, and still the most beautiful fox he'd ever known, more beautiful than any fox he'd ever dated in his life. Nick felt in awe that his mother was one of the lucky vixens to age with such grace.
"Anything I can help with?" Judy asked, her voice snapping the two foxes from their daze and causing them to yank their paws away from each other.
"Yes!" Olivia replied with a frantic smile, "Go ahead and grab some silverware from that drawer; a knife and a fork for each of us."
"Got it," Judy said, stepping between them and opening the drawer at their stomach level. Clearing his throat, Nick grabbed three cups next to the plates that Olivia grabbed, each of them setting their dishes on the table.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked the both of them, "I have iced tea that I made yesterday, and some sodas if you'd like."
"Iced tea sounds good, Mrs. Wilde," Judy replied as she took her seat.
"Do you have any Dr. Bristles?" Nick asked, sitting across from Judy.
"Sure, let me get those for you." Olivia stepped away from the table and toward the refrigerator, opening up the door and bending over to grab their choice of drinks. Before his conscious mind could dissuade him, Nick's eyes shot over to his mother, taking in the sight of her rear end sticking out past the cover of the door. Her khaki skirt hugged the sides of her slim cheeks, showing off the slight curves underneath the fabric. Still rummaging around the refrigerator, her tail began to swish behind her, a bit higher in the air than Nick thought it should have been.
Despite his efforts to keep his mind focused on the present, he couldn't fight the distant memory of the first time she'd undressed for him, giving him an unobstructed view of her naked rear. After a nerve-wracking striptease, Olivia had pushed herself to slip her panties off and stand before her son without anything hiding her body from him. The image of her lean backside had burned itself into his memory, the slight roundness of her cheeks made more prominent as she'd bent over and pushed it closer to his face. He'd naturally reached forward and lifted up her beautiful tail, gazing in wonder at the crater of her anus and the wet lips of her flexing pussy.
Olivia's head lifted up over the refrigerator, bringing Nick back to the present and prompting him to turn away. Nick's face grew petrified, a twinge of horror shooting through his gut. Though Judy at had her face down toward her phone on the table, he could have sworn that she'd seen her violet eyes staring toward him, before dropping them back down to her phone. Did she know what had happened? Had she seen him ogling his mother's backside, perhaps even noticed the desperate want in his eyes? Or was his paranoid mind conjuring up delusions of things that weren't there?
"Alright, here's your drinks," Olivia said, bringing a pitcher of iced tea to the table, and a can of Dr. Bristles next to Nick's cup, "Let's see if this thing has cooled down enough to eat yet."
Olivia brought the pan of cheesy pasta and veggies to the center of the still feeling a wave of heat emanating from the confection; at least, he hoped the warmth washing over his face came from the meal at the table. As Olivia pushed a knife into the cuisine within the pan, a heap of steam escaped into the air while she sliced through the chunky pasta. Judy lifted her plate up to catch the square of lasagna Olivia had cut for her, Nick doing the same when she'd sliced off a piece for him.
"It's the first time I've made something like this," Olivia said, "Well, not that I've never made lasagna before, just that I usually make it with insect meat. I'm hoping it's to your liking."
After blowing on the chunk of pasta and spinach on her fork, Judy eased it into her mouth, chewing it over a few times. Her eyes lit up and she gave an approving nod.
"It'th delithush," Judy said, putting her paw over her mouth and swallowing before she said anything else, "Sorry; it tastes wonderful, Mrs. Wilde, thank you very much."
"You're welcome, dear," Olivia said, while Nick himself took a bite in an effort to distract himself from the thought of his mother's derriere swaying just a few inches from his face. Though he wasn't the biggest biggest fan of spinach, Olivia had made the dish with more pasta, sauce and cheese than spinach, masking the taste of the chewy vegetable enough for him to enjoy.
"I agree, mom," Nick said, pushing what he had in his mouth to his cheek so he could talk properly, "Didn't think I would like it without crickets, but this is good all on its own."
"I'm starting to see where you get your culinary paws from, Nick," Judy said, slicing off another piece of the casserole on her plate.
"Tell me Judy, do you cook much yourself?" Olivia asked, before taking a bite of her own product. Her eyebrows lifted upward, acknowledging the fact that she had in fact made something quite delectable.
"Not really," Judy said after washing down the food in her mouth with some iced tea, "My mom does a lot of cooking on the farm, and she tried to teach me a few times when I was younger. None of it stuck though. If it didn't have anything to do with being a police officer, I didn't pay it any mind."
Olivia nodded as she listened to Judy, and Nick's ears picked up the same jingle he'd heard shortly after their arrival. His eyes traveled to the front of his mother's shirt, his eyes moving down to the necklace for a moment, but soon moved to focus favoring the slight bumps poking from under her shirt. His mother's bust was even smaller than that of her posterior, but still prominent enough to draw his interest. The button at her collar remained unfastened, allowing just a peek of the cream fur under her neck traveling down to the slight bit of cleavage she had. Nick could remember the feel of her breasts against his face, his lips wrapped around one of her upright nipples and sucking gently on it, a soothing way for him to swim in the afterglow of one of their intense mating sessions.
"Nick's the one who does the most cooking in the house," Judy continued, breaking Nick from his erotic daydream, "And after tasting this, I'm starting to see where he gets it from."
"Well to be honest, I didn't know how to cook much until after I graduated from the academy, a few months before you and I started dating," Nick said, fighting to keep his face composed for her, "I'd visit mom every other week, and she'd give me some tits — TIPS!" Nick screamed on impulse, making both women rear their heads back in surprise, "Cooking tips, on cooking, so I could cook — cook more good, better," Nick stammered, feeling the back of his neck grow cold.
"Y-yes, that's true," Olivia concurred, "I told him that it never hurt to learn a few recipes from scratch, whether you're impressing a date or just impressing yourself." Olivia forced herself to smile while her eyes darted nervously between Nick and Judy. The rabbit herself sat with her mouth curled in on itself, her body trembling as she fought to hold in her building laughter. "So. Judy," Olivia began, cutting off another piece of lasagna for herself, "You grew up in Bunnyburrow, right? What's that like?"
"Boring," Judy replied with a flat tone, making Olivia and Nick chuckle a bit, "No, but seriously; the country's a beautiful place, lots of wide open pastures and food growing for miles on different farms. Farm life just isn't for me though. My dad and all my siblings might be okay with picking vegetables and cutting acres of grass all day, but I need a little more action in my life."
"That's understandable," Olivia replied, easing herself back into the comfort of conversation, "I myself couldn't imagine taking care of so much land all under my name. Heck, it's enough of a chore for me to take care of my backyard, and it's smaller than the living room. When spring time comes, I'm always in need of a good rimming." Olivia's eyes opened wide a second after she'd uttered her mistake, deathly silence hanging in the air around them. "...Trimming," she corrected herself, speaking as if walking on eggshells, "My garden. It needs trimming. In the spring."
Nick told himself not to think about it. He knew it was a futile effort though, as the thought had crept its way into his mind as soon as she'd said it. His thoughts drifted back to the night he'd graduated from the academy, the pants of his police uniform tossed to the floor along with the dress and frock that Olivia had worn to the ceremony. The vixen herself laid with her front atop the mattress, her chin against the sheets and her hindquarters lifted with her tail high in the air. Still dressed in the top half of his uniform with its golden badge and nametag on his chest, her son stood behind his kneeling mother, his erection standing up past the blue bottom of his police shirt.
"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over tonight?" Nick asked, his paw on his hip as he looked down at the red and cream fur of her lean hindquarters in the air.
"I haven't the faintest idea, Officer," Olivia had replied, looking over her shoulder at him with a sultry tone and smirk, her black-tipped tail making an inviting swish through the air at him, "I'm a good, law-abiding vixen. I haven't done anything wrong."
"Well, I've been tailing you for some time, and you've given off some signs of intoxication. Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Well, not yet I haven't," his mother said,her eyes traveling down to look toward the stiff member jutting out of Nick's swollen sheath, "But I was planning on quenching my thirst with a delicious white elixir later on." The length of Nick's erection jumped upward as he watched her lick her lips while staring at his groin, fighting the urge to pounce on her and thrust it within her moist caverns.
"Ma'am, your behavior shows that you're clearly under the influence of something, well over the legal limit" Nick said, before dropping to his knees and leaning his face toward her posterior, "I'm afraid I'll have to give you a thorough cavity search, to see if you're concealing any illegal narcotics." Nick could still remember the sensation of licking the squishy flesh of his mother's anus, even the way it clenched while she moaned in lust upon reaction.
"Oh! Ah, Ni — Officer Wilde! You don't honestly think I'd be able to hide anything up there, do you?" Nick pulled his tongue away from the wet surface under her tail, pushing his right thumb just an inch past the threshold and making her squirm against the bed.
"You can never be too careful, ma;am," Nick replied, extending his middle digit and stroking the dripping crease between her legs, "In fact, this is only the first area I'm going to have to plunge to make sure you're not hiding anything." With both of his thumbs spreading her pussy lips, Olivia let out a shrill squeal while her legs began to shake, "Now, you do have the right to remain silent…"
"Oh, Officer… if you keep searching me the way you are now, I might not have the ability to remain silent."
"Well then, any noise you make can and will be used against you in a bed of lust."
Before his vivid flashback could continue any further, a continuous snort from Judy broke Nick from his thoughts, the rabbit's eyes squinting as she held back her laughter.
"I am so sorry you had to hear that, Judy," Olivia said, rubbing her paw against her right temple.
"It's okay, Mrs. Wilde," Judy replied, her voice at a heightened pitch when her laughter escaped. The rabbit inhaled repeatedly, covering her eyes and pointing her head away from the two foxes swimming in the agony of embarrassment.
Well, I'm glad she finds it so funny, Nick muttered internally. With Judy fighting to get her laughter under control, he noticed his mother looking toward him, an uneasy look on her face matching his own. He had worried something like this might happen. He'd talked it over with her and told himself to put the past behind him, but it only made sense that some desire for one another lingered. Apparently that desire was so strong that it vented itself through ordinary conversation and gestures beyond their control.
With erotic images of he and his mother plaguing his mind, Nick continued to shovel the rest of the food on his plate into his mouth in silence, as did the vixen on the other side of the table. A few more minutes passed without any further slips of the tongue, and everyone had cleared their plates, leaving not even a morsel behind.
"That was delicious Mrs. Wilde, thank you so much for making that," Judy said, finishing off the bit of iced tea left in her glass, "Do you want me to help clean these off?"
"No it's fine, just put them in the sink and I'll clean them after you two leave." Standing up from his seat with the others, Nick picked up his plate, hoping that he could find an excuse for he and Judy to leave soon. While Judy may have found he and his mother's slip-up's amusing, he still harbored the fear that things would only escalate toward disaster if they stayed for too long. As the three of them placed their plates in the sink, Nick looked toward the clock, seeing they'd not even been at his mother's house for half an hour.
"So, what'll we do next?" Judy piped up, before Nick had a chance to say anything about leaving.
"Well, I think we could all have a sit in the living room and watch some TV, give you a chance to digest," Olivia suggested, "I'm sure you don't want to drive with such a heavy meal in your stomach, right?" Though his mother's intentions might have been pure, Nick felt like staying would only make his stomach feel more uneasy, with the sexual tension still rising between he and the vixen before him.
"Ye-ah, okay," Nick relented with a half-smile, following the two ladies to the living room, Olivia moving to the wall toward the dial for the overhead light. She turned it to the left to decrease the brightness, until it became a bit too dark for them to see each other. She corrected her error and turned it back to the right, making it brighter once again. In the process of lighting the room, one of the light bulbs popped and went out in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, shoot," Olivia muttered as she looked at the smoky dead bulb, "And I just replaced the one next to it a week ago." With Nick and Judy standing near the couch, Olivia sauntered to a desk to the other side of the room, pulling a new lightbulb out of a package resting in one of the drawers. After closing the drawer, she reached her paw into a glass bowl on the counter, filled with a collection of cashews, pralines and pecans.
"Hey, Nick," Judy said, tapping her elbow into the fox, "Didn't you get her those for Christmas, along with the necklace?" Nick looked over to his mother, watching her shove the pawful of nuts in her mouth and chew them with a loud crunch.
"Uh, yeah," he replied, "I sure did. Why?"
"Nothing. Just think it's nice that a mother enjoys her son's nuts so much." The fur on Nick's tail flared up in a mix of anger and panic while he glared down at her. Judy in turn stared back at him with a delighted beam, her eyes closed as her cheeks lifted with the corners of her lips. An irritated grumble emanated from his throat, dying down the moment his mother returned with a new bulb in her paw.
"I got it, mom," he said, taking the bulb from her paw and pulling a stool from in front of the loveseat and putting it under the overhead lights. Keeping his balance on the stool, Nick reached up and twisted the dead bulb out, passing it to his mom before pushing the new one in. He twisted the screw to the right a few times, before noticing it was crooked and stopped halfway through. Twisting it to the left, he unscrewed it and tried again to rotate it more evenly, only to fail once more. "Urgh…" he grumbled in a bit of frustration. Without warning, he felt a paw reach up and touch his stomach.
"I got you, honey," his mother's voice said, her paw keeping itself against his fur underneath where his shirt hung outward. Nick looked down at her, seeing her eyes moving from the cream fur of his belly and up to his face. "You don't want to fall and hurt yourself, right?"
"... Right," Nick said, fighting the urge to gulp. Lifting another paw, he forced the screw of the bulb to align properly, twisting it with care to avoid leaning it off-center. His mother's paw still remained on his front, her digits curling inward along the curves of his abs, feeling their sturdy form over his stomach. A few twists later, the bulb shone with brightness, Nick pulling his paws away before it had time to burn his digits.
"There we go, that's a lot better," Olivia said. Looking down, she noticed her paw still rested on his front, and yanked it away as if it was the hot bulb he'd just screwed in. "Thank you, sweetheart." Looking down from where he stood, his eyes wandered over to Judy, smiling while she watched on.
It was strange; the rabbit's expression didn't seem mischievous, but didn't seem completely innocent either. It looked as if her eyes were fixed on a presentation before her, like watching an exhibit on a tour guide. Despite years working the streets and honing his skill in knowing how mammals functioned, he couldn't get a read on her at all at the moment. He wondered if that was because Judy had gotten better at hiding her motives, or if the tension between he and his mother clouded his radar.
"Hey, mom," Nick began after stepping down from the stool, "You remember that other thing that you said needed fixing, before we came over?" Olivia returned a confused stare toward him, before lifting her eyebrows in understanding.
"Uh, yes, I do," she replied with a slow nod of her head, "That thing. I know exactly what you're talking about."
"Right. Well, how about we go upstairs and fix it, while I'm still over here?"
"R-right, okay, let's do that," Olivia agreed, while Nick turned and headed for the bottom of the stairs, "Judy dear, you can switch the channel to whatever you like; I'm not sure how long we'll be."
"Thank you Mrs. Wilde, I'll be fine," Judy said with chivalry. While the two foxes trekked up the stairs and out of sight, Judy took a seat on the center of the couch, reaching for the remote and clicking the power button to turn the TV on.
"ZBC now returns to Steve and Ronny: Conflicting Cops With Conscience," the announcer stated, before the footage transitioned to a warthog and a lion dressed in police uniforms strolling through a dark warehouse with their tasers armed and ready.
"You sure this is the right place, Steve?" the lion asked the warthog whose head only reached an inch above his waist.
"Hey Ronny, you know how we've been walking through this place for about three minutes now, and I didn't say something like 'Huh, that's weird, this doesn't match the layout of the blueprints our informant gave us' or something else to the effect of me being unsure of where we were?" the warthog asked in an irritated tone, "The absence of such a remark might give you a strong hint that we're in the right place."
"Okay, well I — y-you know, I'm just asking," Ronny stammered, "It's just that, you-you-you've been working on the force for a real long time, Steve, like five years now, while I've only been here for a few months. I just worry that sometimes you let your experience go to your head and your ego ends up blinding you from your imperfections."
"Look Ronny, I know that you're the kind of guy who's got good intentions, and that despite your tendencies to get rattled in tense situations, it's your overall good-nature that helps balance out my tough-guy personality and make up a duo with contrasting personalities like two sides of the same coin; but you're still the rookie in my eyes, so when I say I know what I'm doing, you should just shut up and respect it."
"Alright coppers, don't move a muscle!" a gruff voice from above shouted, as the lights to the warehouse brightened up the area to reveal an army of thugs packing a variety of firearms all aimed at the two of them.
"Aw crap, how'd they find us!?" Steve yelled.
"I'm just thinking out loud," Ronny began as he scratched his mane, "I could be wrong, but maybe our long-winded discussion about each other's defining traits gave away our position and gave the enemy time to mobilize and hit us with the element of surprise?"
"You know Ronny, I'd normally try to refute your thoughts with a discouraging insult in order to cover up my own insecurities, but when we're stuck in a life-or-death situation like this, I'm a big enough mammal to admit when you're right."
"Aw, thanks Steve; you know, saying something like that kind of reminds me that you're a good cop after all, even if you hide it behind a tough exterior."
As the two cops on screen jumped out of the way of an onslaught of bullets, Judy leaned her head forward, unable to tear her sight away from the television.
"Oh my God, I can see why this show's been going on for three seasons and has won so many awards," Judy remarked, "The characters are so engaging and relatable!" With her paws gripping the seat cushion below her, Judy watched on with fascination at the adventures of Officers Steve and Ronny.
Above the first floor where Judy sat in front of the TV, Nick stood in front of his mother outside of her bedroom. The two foxes stared awkwardly at one another, a mix of guilt and fear swimming within their faces.
"Alright, so, mom…" Nick began, forcing the lump in his throat down as he spoke to her, "Is it me, or are things getting a little…?"
"Weird?" Olivia finished, her voice low and filled with shame.
"Yeah, weird," Nick agreed, "I was afraid something like this would happen. I told myself not to worry about it, but —"
"Nick, I'm so sorry," Olivia begged, "I swear I'm not doing it on purpose. I just wanted to have a nice evening with you and your girlfriend, just be a part of both your lives."
"Mom, it's okay," Nick said, his voice adopting a bit of a warmer tone, "I'm not mad at you or anything, I promise. I'm just… scared, you know? I'm worried that too many of these slip of the tongues or double-entendres might tip her off that we did… stuff in the past."
"Thank you, Nick. Honestly, I'm worried too. The last thing I want to do is ruin anything between you and Judy. She seems like a perfect fit for you."
"Really?" Nick asked, his tail wagging a bit in delight, "You like her that much?"
"I do. She's energetic, beautiful, very sentimental, has a good moral conscience. I can tell from the way she speaks that she cares so much about you." Nick bowed his head and rubbed this side of his neck, feeling his face burn as if she were complimenting him instead of his girlfriend.
"Well, I'm-I'm glad you agree. I feel the same way."
"I can tell that too," Olivia replied, "Even before you told me it was Judy, any time you mentioned something about her I could hear your voice raise an octave."
"Yeah, well, I'm lucky to have her."
"And she's lucky to have you, Nicolas," Olivia said, reaching for his arm, "You don't give yourself enough credit for the best parts of you. You've wit that's sharp as a knife, a good sense of right and wrong, and you're handsome as your father was in his time."
Nick saw the warning signs in front of him. The little flicker in her eyes of hazel, the way her grip tightened around his wrist and the way her lips quivered in anticipation. Despite knowing what was coming, Nick did nothing to stop it in advance.
Olivia dove her head forward, pressing her mouth against Nick's in a deep kiss. Feeling the rush of the past overwhelm him, he opened his mouth and allowed her tongue entry, his own poking against hers after missing its embrace for so long. His paws began to move down Olivia's side, rubbing along her hips while he relished in tasting her tongue again. He didn't want to play favorites, to say which set of lips he favored; but feeling his mother's kiss again after missing it for so long brought on a rush that rivaled the first time he'd kissed Judy.
Judy!
Thinking of the rabbit watching TV downstairs, a surge of guilt stabbed Nick's heart. His paws jumped from Olivia's hips and to her shoulders, pulling her away from himself, her tongue slipping out of his mouth before she had time to pull it back.
"Okay, so… that just happened," Nick said, feeling a bit winded.
"Nick, I'm sorry," Olivia plead, "I let myself get carried away. It's just been so long, something in me had to get a taste of you again."
"It's fine, I get it. Part of me enjoyed that too, I won't lie." Nick turned his head over his shoulder, looking back at the stairs and hearing the sounds of the television from downstairs. "But we can't do this anymore. It's not fair to Judy. Mom, I… I love her," he admitted with a bit of hesitance, "I mean, I love you too, but I love Judy. She loves me too, and I'll do anything to make sure it stays that way between us." Hearing his sentiment, his mother nodded with agreement.
"I understand, sweetheart," Olivia said, her voice cracking a bit, "And much as it hurts to let you go, I truly feel happy for both of you. And I'll do what I can to keep the peace between us all as well."
"Thank you, mom," Nick said, the two foxes offering weak smiles toward one another, followed by a moment of awkward silence between them. "Look, I don't want to seem rude, but… I think Judy and I should get going."
"That's fine," Olivia replied, "Tensions are sort of high, and I might need some time to myself… if you know what I mean." Nick shivered when his mind conjured the image of his mother naked in bed, rubbing her paws between her legs and moaning in lust at the thought of her own son, "I'm sorry Nick, I shouldn't have said that. It's not helping things."
"It's alright, no big deal," Nick said, doing his best not to dwell on the enticing image, "Thanks for understanding. I promise we'll keep visiting in the future. I still want you to be a part of our lives too, you know?"
"I know, honey," Olivia said, approaching Nick gently and wrapping her arms around his stomach, her touch pure and chaste without any erotic intent, "You're a good boy, Nick. I'm glad that you've found someone that makes you as happy as your father did for me." Nick's heart grew warm, feeling his mother's innocent hold on him and giving her blessing of he and Judy.
"Thanks, mom," Nick replied, returning her gesture with his own paws around her underneath her shoulders. The two remained locked in each other's embrace, taking solace in the fact that both were strong enough to overcome their desires and settle for a new and better future before them. After several seconds passed, the two broke apart, Olivia keeping her paw on Nick's arm while she looked up at him.
"Alright. Ready to go back downstairs?" Olivia asked, "I'd still like to say goodbye to Judy before you leave."
"Yeah, that's fine," Nick replied, the two of them heading back for the stairs and down toward the living room. Looking over the rail of the stairs, Nick looked to see on TV a shot of a police squad hauling away a large platoon of criminals into several armored police cars. The camera panned to the right, showing a pair of lion and warthog officers watching the arrests take place.
"Wow Steve, I still can't believe we were able to stop that overwhelming amount of bad guys," the lion remarked, "That was some real good teamwork we had going on there."
"It sure was, Ronny," the warthog concurred, "Despite how awesome it was, I see no reason for us to go over the details of what we did, considering we just told the police chief and all. Repeating all of the events to each other just seems redundant."
"I-I agree with that. Still, I feel like part of the reason we succeeded is because you put your pride aside and were willing to trust in my knack for being a good police officer, and that even though you refuse to admit it Steve, we're becoming inseparable, almost like brothers."
"Look Ronny, even if I was hiding some sentiment like that — which I'm not saying I am — I feel like admitting it would give away too much of what I'm holding onto and make my overall character less intriguing."
"Aw geez, when are you gonna let your iron exterior melt away and show how much you care about me and your fellow officers?"
"Probably when enough seasons pass that the city feels like it doesn't need Officers Steve and Ronny anymore. But as long as we're getting paid, I see no reason why we should stop doing what we're doing."
"Guess you got a point there, Steve." After the screen faded to black, the end-show credits began to play, while Judy sat in her seat in a petrified state.
"Amazing…" she muttered, "The writers for this show are absolute geniuses. I'm hooked." Judy turned to look over the couch to look at the returning foxes, putting the TV on mute as they approached. "Hey there," Judy greeted them, "Did you get that thing fixed?"
"He certainly did," Olivia answered, looking at her son out the corner of her eye, "In fact, he fixed it so well that I don't think it'll ever break again."
"Can't say I'm surprised," Judy concurred, "Nick's list of skills is so vast, I assume he can pretty much do anything at this point." Nick turned his sights to his mother and gave a confident bounce of his eyebrows. His mother shook her head with a smile of endearment, before Nick cleared his throat.
"Hey Judy, I know we haven't been over here that long, but I think we better get going," Nick announced, "We've got work in the morning, so we should get to bed so we don't oversleep."
"Seriously?" Judy asked, clicking the display button on the remote to look at the time, "It's not even eight o'clock yet. We usually don't go to bed for another two hours."
"Yeah, well, mom has work in the morning too, and uh… you know, she's getting on in age, and she needs sleep more than we do."
"Excuse me?" Olivia said with a touch of offense.
"See? Old lady's getting cranky without enough sleep." Nick shot her a smug grin, his mother glaring daggers at him in return.
"Alright, alright, we'll get going," Judy relented, "Before we leave though, there's a question that I want to ask you, Mrs. Wilde."
"What's that, Judy?" Olivia asked, forcing her glare away from Nick as Judy switched the television off, standing backwards on the couch to lean on the rear end of the seat to look at them properly.
"Are you still having sex with your son? Or did you stop once he and I started dating?" she asked, her voice even-tempered and tranquil while she stared at them with a stone and expressionless gaze.
Stunned silence hit the room, both foxes ears pointed straight up in alarm. Nick felt like his inside had twisted into knots, making the lasagna he'd just eaten weigh even heavier on his stomach. His body grew icy and stiff while his mind flew into a panic, scrambling for the best way to respond to her accusation.
"Wh-what?" Nick asked, a nervous laugh breaking out from his wide smile, "Judy, I — what kind of question — ?"
"We stopped having sex the moment he called me and told me he was dating someone last summer," Olivia said in a hurry, cutting off her son before he could utter anything further, "We haven't done anything else since then, I swear it's the truth."
Nick's jaw fell open and his pupils shrunk in horror. He couldn't believe this was happening. He and his mother had kept it a secret for half a year, but Judy, the love of his life, at last knew the truth. He'd had sex with his mom before he'd started dating and fallen in love with Judy. After promising she'd do what she could to keep their relationship intact, his mother had blurted out a confession to their incestuous acts. Nick turned to look at his mom in desperation, praying that somehow she hadn't said what he'd heard, that his paranoid mind had conjured up an audible delusion. The look of shame on her face as she turned her gaze away from he and Judy gave away that she had indeed revealed their closely guarded secret out of panic.
Well, great, Nick thought, still frozen in place, There goes everything. Goodbye ZPD, goodbye town status… goodbye Judy.