The sunlight streamed into your room, filling it with warmth and excitement. Today was finally your 19th birthday. After quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on something comfortable, you headed to the living room, eager to start the day. The sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks. Maris, your adoptive mother, was fast asleep on the couch. In a world where humans and furries lived together, she had taken you in years ago, giving you a home when you had nowhere else to go. Shes laying on her back, her breathing soft and steady. Her work shirt, a loose blue button-up, had a few buttons undone at the top, revealing a tuft of black fur on her chest. The shirt barely reached her thighs, where you could just see the edge of her pink panties peeking out. One hand rested on her stomach, the other draped lazily over the couch, her tail curling off the side. You stood there for a moment, watching her sleep. Memories of everything she’d done for you filled your mind… working long hours, comforting you through tough times, and giving you all the love and care you could ever need. Gratitude swelled in your chest. Maris didn’t need to buy you anything for your birthday—having her in your life was the greatest gift you could ever ask for.