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With her standing there topless and poised to flash her son her naked body, no longer able to control her sexual feelings for her son, she was horny. She was sexually aroused by the mere thought of him walking in the kitchen and seeing her naked breasts. Unable to stop herself from doing so, she fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples while thinking of her son seeing her, holding her, touching her, and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. As if hypnotized by the thoughts of him seeing all that she was about to show him, she closed her eyes and put her head back while wondering what his reaction would be to seeing her breasts and seeing her hard, erect nipples.

If only he was there with her now, she'd want him to feel her breasts, fondle her tits, and suck her nipples. If only he was there with her now, she'd fall of her knees and suck his cock. Always so very proud of her breasts, with her having better breasts than her ex-husband's young girlfriend's breasts and with her having better breasts than all of her girlfriends' breasts, she had beautiful breasts. Without a doubt, she had as good if not better breasts as the breasts that her son ogled in those men's magazines.

In descending order, her beautiful face, her long, naturally blonde hair, her big blue eyes, and beautiful body which included her magnificent breasts were her best features. If she wasn't his mother, she'd view her son as a love interest. If she wasn't his mother, she'd be his sexy MILF of a cougar. Only, she was his mother and being that she was stripping off her clothes and willing to give Christopher sex, she was his MILF of a cougar who happened to be his mother too.

Sickened whenever thinking about it, always hating how he sexually used and emotionally abused her during their brief, five year marriage, her ex-husband enjoyed flashing her breasts to his drunken friends. His trophy wife, as if she was his cherished and most valued possession, he acted as if he owned her. He acted as if he was free to do whatever he wanted to do with her. With him so very proud of her naked body, he was unable to control himself from showing her off to his friends. Then, he forced her to drink until she was drunk and until didn't know what she was doing. Unable to stop his sexual abuse from happening, even if she did know what she was doing, he forced her to have sex with his friends while he watched.

When he forced her to fuck and suck all of his friends was the end of their marriage. Yet, with her having no place to go, his emotional and sexual abuse continued. Somehow, as if she was taken prisoner and sexually assaulted on a regular basis, she needed to endure his sexual abuse to survive his sexual abuse. Needing to plan her departure, she had to wait until she had shelter for her and for her son before she could leave him and divorce him.

With her being a gymnast, a swimmer, and an ice-skater all of her young life, she still the beautiful body of an ex-Olympian, and the Scandinavian look of a Swedish, Finnish, or Norwegian downhill skier. With a flat, toned stomach, she had long, shapely legs and a round, firm ass. Obviously with his father short and obese, her son received his beautiful body and his athleticism from her. With nothing falling yet, as if she was thirty-four-years-old instead of forty-four-years-old, her ass, along with her breasts were still staying in place. Now with her ex-husband having exposed her naked body to all of his friends, she had even less compunction to expose her naked body to her son. If all of her ex-husband's friends have seen her naked and have had sex with her naked body, why not show her naked body to her son and allow him to have sex with her too?

* * * * *

Perfect timing, going above and beyond in the way her son routinely does, her personal and private Medal of Honor winner, she removed her panties and put them on the counter with the rest of her clothes just as Christopher unlocked and opened the front door. Oh my God. Here we go. With no turning back now, having stripped herself naked, she did it. Naked, naked, naked, she was naked.

As soon as he walked through the house and in the kitchen, standing there in full view of him without cowering or covering her nakedness with her hands and forearms, she was really going through with this. As if she was standing there wearing a suicide bomb vest, she imagined him staring at her tits with his eyes bugging out of his head. With her always trying to read him but most times unable to read him and too soon to tell, she wouldn't immediately know if he enjoyed what he was seeing or not.

"Mom? Mom? Mom, where are you?"

Nor wanting anyone to see her but her son, standing behind the kitchen counter she remained out of sight and out of view of the neighbors' windows. As if she was skinny dipping in an above the ground pool, as soon as he walked in the kitchen he'd see that she was naked from the waist up. As soon as she stepped from around the three foot, kitchen counter, he'd see that she was totally naked. Depending upon his reaction to seeing her breasts is what she'd base on showing him the rest of her naked body. If he reacted negatively to seeing her breasts, ducking down below the counter, she'd get dressed. If he acted favorably, she'd step from around the counter, hand him the camera, and allow him to take her picture.

"I'm here. I'm in the kitchen," she said quivering in her nervousness and in her sexual excitement that he was about to see something of her that he's never seen before.

He was about to see her tits. She couldn't believe she was about to show her son her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. Ready to fold her arms across her breasts or cup her breasts within her hands, suddenly embarrassed, she was so nervous. This was it. This was really it. Gone beyond the point of return, taking a walk on the wild side, there was no turning back now. She was really going through with this. She was going to show Christopher her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, she was standing in her kitchen naked. She couldn't believe she was immodestly and immorally standing in her kitchen naked and ready to give her naked body to her son.

* * * * *

As soon as he walked in the kitchen, he stopped as if he noticed there was an IED, an improvised explosive device, and in actuality, there was. His mother was a blonde bombshell waiting to explode in sexual lust and passionate desire for her son. As soon as he walked in the kitchen, staring nowhere else but at her, he stared at his mother and at her breasts with the tunnel vision of a race car driver driving at 220 mph. As if she was a stripper stripping at his surprised birthday party and as if he's never seen breasts before, he stared at his mother's breasts with his eyes bugging out of his head and his mouth hanging open. If she had to make an instant assessment of his favorable or unfavorable reaction, in the way that he so stared at her breasts, she'd say that he liked what he was seeing. In the way that he so stared at her naked breasts, he assured her that she had made the right decision in stripping herself naked.

"Mom!"

Going for broke when he smiled at her, she stepped out from around the waist high, kitchen counter and walked to him naked with camera in hand.

"I wanted to give you something to remember me by," she said handing him the camera while talking to him in a voice reserved for her lover instead of her son. "Being that today is Nude Day and with you going overseas and off to war again, in the way that you no doubt photographed those famous, naked models with your cell phone, I wanted you to photograph me too," she said giving him a sexy look that no mother should ever give her son.

He looked from her to stare down at the camera before looking up to stare at her nakedness again. Taking her all in, he looked from her pretty face and to her naked breasts before looking down at her blonde, trimmed pussy. Staring at her all over again, not looking away in embarrassment, awkwardness, or uncomfortableness, in the way that she wanted him to look at her, he never removed his eyes from her naked body. With him still staring at her, there was a long pause before he spoke. As if parched, he moved his tongue over his lips in the way that a man does when he's dying of thirst. Other than him photographing her naked, albeit ready to give him sex if that's what he wanted, she had no idea what would happen next. Joy to her ears, she was happy, thrilled actually, with what he said next.

"Shall I get naked too?"

She smiled and gave him a sexy look.

"If you'd like," she said pausing to give him a sexy look with what she was about to say next. "Then later, if you want," she said pausing again before pushing the envelope of inappropriate behavior. "I thought we'd make love as if we're lovers and as a man making love to his woman instead of mother making love to her son and a son having sex with his mother," she said hoping he wouldn't reject her and say yes.

He remained silent while staring at her nakedness. Impossible to read him with him always able to keep his emotions in check, she wondered what he was thinking. Being the gentleman that he is, perhaps not wanting her to feel awkwardly embarrassed with her being naked in front of him, maybe he was just being polite in asking if he should strip naked too. Suddenly feeling guilty for her wickedness, she wondered if she had gone too far in seducing her son. Maybe it would have been enough had he seen her in her bra and panty. Thinking of ending this lunacy now, maybe it was enough that he saw her naked. Maybe it was too much to imagine and to expect that he'd want her to give him sex too.

Watching him blush, her big, strong Navy Seal was as embarrassed seeing her naked as she should be standing before him naked but she wasn't embarrassed, especially not now that she was already naked. If anything, she was sexually aroused and ready to give her son a memory on Nude Day that he'd never forget. If anything, she was glad that she decided to strip off her clothes. If anything, she was glad that her son volunteered to strip naked too. If anything, she was glad that she offered her son sex.

"I'd like that. I'd like that very much," he said taking her in his arms and kissing her. "Yes, I'd like to make love to you Mother," he said.

As much as she thought she was insanely delusional for doing what she had done, she couldn't believe her son wanted to make love to her as much as she wanted to make love to him. Call her crazy but if anything should happen to him and he didn't return home, she'd remember this day for the rest of her life. Instead of feeling horrible grief over the loss of her son, she'd remember how happy she made him feel by merely stripping off her clothes and allowing him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked body. She'd remember the memory that she gave him during his darkest hour and the comfort that he gave her by taking her as if she was his woman instead of his mother.

Now every Nude Day, instead of being inconsolably sad that he was dead, buried, and gone, she'd be happy that she had done this not only for him but also for herself. Instead of mourning the anniversary of the day of his death, she'd celebrate this day every year with the memory that she made her son ecstatically happy just by showing him her naked body and giving him sex. She imagined stripping herself naked every Nude Day to have a memorial drink in toast of her war hero, Navy Seal of a son. In the scheme of things, showing him her nude body was a small, personal price for her to pay to help comfort her son. She only wished she had thought of doing this before. Stripping off her clothes every time he left for war, she could have rewarded him with her love and sexual comfort over and again already. Instead of living as mother and son, they could have lived as man and woman. Instead of sleeping in separate rooms and in separate beds, they could have made love and had sex the entire month that he was home.

"Julie," she said. "Being that you're seeing me naked, from this day forward, unless we're with family and friends, please call me Julie instead of calling me mother or Mom."

As if he was her lover instead of her son, she allowed him to part her lips with his tongue, just as she allowed him to feel her naked ass and breasts while fingering her nipples. Kissing and kissing her, she's never been as sexually excited to be naked in front of anyone, including her ex-husband and/or any of his friends, as she was now being naked in front of her son. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his pants, shirt, and underwear. He was naked and she now stared at him in the way that he continued staring at her.

It was then that she not only realized but also admitted to herself that her stripping naked on Nude Day was just as much about sex as it was about a mother's love for her son. It took her to feel the wetness between her legs for her to realize that what she was doing was inherently wrong. It took her to see the stiffness of her son's cock to realize that what she was doing now was as much about incestuous sex as it was about giving her son a naked photo of her for his sexual comfort later. Yet, having already made the right decision to strip herself naked, she didn't have any remorse, embarrassment, shame, or guilt. If anything, she was giving her and her son a memory that they'll have forever, until they day they both shall die.

"Happy Nude Day Christopher," she said.

"Happy Nude Day Mom," he said.

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As if she was Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Juliet and he was her Romeo, as if she was his spoils of war and he was taking her as his sexual prisoner, he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. Gently laying her on her bed as if she was an unexploded ordinance, with both of them naked, he moved beside her. Kissing and kissing her while touching her as if she was something so precious and so rare, she was. She was his mother.

With her not offering him any resistance, he touched and felt his naked mother everywhere she imagined he would and hoped he would while she explored his hard body with her hands. Feeling her big breasts while fingering her nipples, he reached behind her to feel and squeeze her firm, round ass. Kissing her in between, acting as if they were horny teenagers or already experienced lovers, in the way they were making out, no one would ever suspect that they were mother and son. She kissed him in the way she imagined kissing him in her sexual fantasies and he kissed her as if she was his girlfriend or long lost lover after being away at war. Surprised by the overwhelming sexual reaction she was having, even in her wildest, sexual fantasy, she never knew having sex with her son would be like this. More like making love than having sex, as if she was fragile and marked handle with care or so delicately breakable, he was so gentle with her.Not wasting her opportunity to sexually pleasure him, she took his cock in hand while he fondled her breasts and felt her ass. She fondled his cock while he felt her body. Then, reaching down between his legs, she cupped his testicles before taking his cock in her hot, little hand again. Ever so slowly, she stroked him while he fingered her nipples before sucking her nipples. Spreading open her legs a little more to accept his big hand, she allowed him to move his hand between her legs for him to feel and finger her warm wetness.

With her figuring that their first attempt at having sex would be uncomfortably clumsy, never did she imagine it would progress so naturally. Probing her deeper while rubbing her clit, he gave her pleasure with his fingers before he slid down to give her pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Something his father rarely did and something she never expected him to do, he slid his body down in preparation to eat her. She couldn't believe he was going to give her oral pleasure.

Enjoying the moment before he licked her for the first time, his face was so close to her pussy that she could feel his warm breath. She ran her fingers through his hair while smiling down at him. Then, as if she was dreaming, licking and licking her before lapping her, he fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit while eating her. With him continuing to lick her while fingering her, she never felt such sexual pleasure. He was eating her. Christopher was licking her pussy. She couldn't believe that after her son fingered her pussy and sucked her tits that now he was licking her pussy. In the way that he was licking her, she couldn't wait to take him in her mouth to suck him.

Cupping her ass with both hands, he lifted her bottom to his mouth. Passionately eating her and lustfully licking her, as if her pussy was his last meal, even in her wildest sexual fantasies, she never expected the sex to go as far as fast. Like father, like son, she figured, if he wanted anything sexually from her at all, that he'd want her to suck him while fondling her breast and fingering her nipples. Never expecting him to carry her to her bedroom, she figured he'd push her too her knees in the kitchen for her to suck him right then and right there. As did his father before him, she figured that once he ejaculated in her mouth, that he'd be done with her. Never did she imagine, even in her most erotic sexual dreams, that he'd lick her pussy. Her son was eating his mother's cunt.

"Oh, my God, Christopher, that feels so good. I love what you're doing with your fingers and with your tongue," she said.

"I love eating you Julie," he said.

Having mixed fantasy with reality for so long, suddenly with him poised between her legs while licking her, this was surreally too real. Never did she think this would ever happen that he'd lick her. She always figured that she'd be sucking him. The last time he was between her legs was when she gave birth to him and now here he was licking her. She couldn't believe her son was eating her. Poised and ready to cum but suddenly embarrassed, not from him eating her but she felt awkward that her son could sexually excite her enough for her to cum. Not wanting him to give her an orgasm, it was odd that she drew her incestuous line there of all places. She didn't want him to see her cum, not yet anyway. She'd rather that he cum first.

Getting ready to cum, she stopped him short of her having an orgasm. She'd rather give him sexual pleasure with her hand, her mouth, her tongue, and her pussy than having him continue eating her. Enjoying being eaten but she felt uncomfortably guilty that she was receiving oral pleasure when she felt that she should be giving him sexual pleasure. Being that he was the one going off to war, she wanted to be the submissively subservient one. She wanted to be his sexual slave for him to use her in any sexual way that he wanted. Before she had an orgasm, she stopped him from licking her any longer and long enough for her to cum.

* * * * *

Admittedly, other than by her own hand and with her own fingers, it had been a long time since she had sex. Admittedly, not since her husband left with his friends, it had been even longer since a man had given her an orgasm. Admittedly, even when she was married, with her husband always having a woman on the side, she couldn't remember the last time she had her pussy fingered never mind licked. She had been horny and sexually frustrated for a very long time, especially when in the company of her son and especially after he departed for another redeployment and she was left alone to worry about him.

Yet, even though she routinely masturbated herself while thinking about Christopher sexually, she never thought to give him sex until now. Being that she was his mother, what stopped her from crossing the incestuous line before didn't stop her from crossing the incestuous line now. What did it matter if she gave him sex now, especially if he didn't return? With him dead and a memory for only them to make and to have, unable for anyone to pass judgment on them, no one would know or care what they did behind closed, bedroom doors.

Confronted by the inevitable with feelings that only a mother can feel, maybe because with him being an invincible Navy Seal, she never thought that he'd die. As he's done over and again in the past, she always knew that somehow and someway he'd always return home to her alive. Only, this time, for whatever reason, she suspected he wouldn't return home. This time, instead of just hugging him goodbye and wishing him to stay safe, she wanted the physical being of her son inside of her so that when he was thousands of miles away, she could still feel him as if he was there with her. Different for a woman than it is for a man, as if implanting a permanent change in her body and in her brain, the sensation of sex changed her.

Hard to believe with his face mashed between her legs but while he was eating her, she was thinking of other things than her sexual pleasure. In the way he was before, with him positioned between her legs and licking her, she thought more about him finding a good woman, marrying, and giving her grandchildren than she thought about him giving her an orgasm. She feared that if he gave her an orgasm that she'd be even more attached to him than she is now.

Years from now, if he survived this next redeployment and the one after that, she imagined her living alone with her son as if she was Norma Louise Bates and Christopher was Norman Bates of the Bates Motel fame. Besides, this was more about his sexual pleasure than it was about her sexual pleasure. Not wanting him to see her so sexually excited and what she was like physically, verbally, and emotionally when she had an orgasm, she'd rather he have an orgasm. Perhaps she'd allow him to give her an orgasm later but for now, she'd rather he have an orgasm first.

Not wanting to ruin his fun, she didn't want to cum, not yet. The point that she needed to remember when she was losing control with him giving her so much sexual pleasure, this was more about her giving him pleasure and not about him giving her pleasure. This was more about her giving him an everlasting memory than him giving her a parting memory. Selflessly self-sacrificing her naked body to him and for him to do whatever he wanted to do with her, she needed to keep in mind that this intimate time together was more about him than it was about her. So as not to get lost in the sexual pleasure that her son continued giving her, over and again, she had to repeat that she was not having sex for herself but for him. A difficult thing for her to keep in mind when it's been nearly twenty years since she's experienced having such pleasurable sex with a man, Christopher made her feel young again.

Yet with her concentrating more on the sex than on his redeployment, their limited time together was just the release they both needed. Call it a mother's intuition but she knew he wouldn't be returning home. Thinking more about his sexual excitement than she thought about her eternal sadness, she didn't want to cry. Instead she just wanted to hold, hug, and kiss her baby boy. In the way that men think about baseball when trying not to cum, she thought of the sexual bliss she was giving her son to prevent her from crying.

Hugging and holding on to him as if this was the last time she'd be seeing him and touching him, and most certainly this was, she wanted to make the most of their intimate, sexual time together. She wanted this Nude Day memory to be a day and a memory that they'd both never forget. If he was to return home alive, she'd deal with the embarrassment, the shame, the humiliation, and the remorse of stripping naked for her son and having sex with him later. For now, she wasn't his mother but his lover. For now, he wasn't her son but her man. He wasn't her son but her lover.

Had he had a wife, she never would have come between them, interfered, and played with the emotions of her son, sexual or otherwise, especially sexually. Had he had a girlfriend, keeping to her role as his loving mother instead of his surrogate, sexual woman, she would have left any and all sexual contact and love making up to her. Yet, the perfect storm, other than her son, she had no one in her life either. With him having no time in his life for anyone other than for his brothers in arms, the Navy Seals, unless he was to pick up a woman in a bar and have a one night stand or go lay with a prostitute, he had no one but her to satisfy him sexually. Obvious in the way that he so enjoyed her naked body, what worked for her seemingly worked for him. The man an island and a one man fighting machine, apparently, he needed to stay focused without the complications of having a woman to worry over.

Besides, only 25-years-old, very young to be an elite Navy Seal, he had plenty of time for romance and love later, that is should he survive the dangerous duty of his redeployment. So long as a bullet or a bomb didn't end his life, with his whole life ahead of him, he had plenty of time for all of that later. For now, hoping to lessen his load by relaxing him, she just wanted to give him sexual pleasure without him having any of the responsibility and entanglements of him having a girlfriend or a wife and children. For now, praying to God for his safe return and willing to do anything in her power for him to return safely home to her, even if that meant giving him sex, she just wanted him to return home in one piece.

Nonetheless, should something horrible happen to him, it was important to her that in his last dying moments and when he took his last breath for him to know that he was loved. What his father was unable to do for him, show him that he loved him too, she took it upon herself to show her son that she loved him. His mother loved him. For her to make the ultimate sacrifice by giving him her body, there was nothing more that she could do other than to give her life for his. If only she could take his place in this redeployment she would. Only, lacking his discipline and training, compared to him she was weak.

Dedicatedly determined in her ulterior motives in the way that he was with his missions, she wanted to make sure that he had reason enough to return. She didn't want him to give up hope should things take a turn for the worst. Regardless of the awkward moments she'd face and the memories she'd forever remember should he return home from war, it didn't matter so long as he returned safely home to her. With her excuse that today was Nude Day, she'd gladly deal with the embarrassment of him seeing her naked and with the repercussions of him having his wicked sexual way with her naked body later. She wanted nothing more than for him to return safely home.

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Sliding her body down, she gazed up at him with her big, blue eyes while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. Being that her breasts were her favorite part of her body and her nipples were her erogenous zones, she loved her son not only seeing her tits but also feeling her tits while fingering her nipples and before sucking her tits. In the way she looked at him with as much love as she looked at him with sexual arousal, he looked at her with love and sexual excitement too. She reached her arms up for her hands to play with his chest hairs while he ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair before moving his hand along her jawline. Giving her his not so subtle hint, his fingers stopped to trace her lips with a hopeful expression in his eyes. With her having sucked off enough men, it was obvious to her that her son wanted her to suck him too.

"You're so pretty Mom and I love your sexy body. I've always been sexually attracted to you," he said slowly sliding his fingers across her full, red lips.

Not thinking that she could be anymore sexually excited than she was now, as soon as her son said what he said, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like my body. I'm glad that I'm able to give you pleasure," she said.

Teasing his finger with her lips in the way she imagined teasing his cock with her tongue, in the way she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it, she was about to do the same to his erect prick. How better to prove that she truly loved her son than by sucking him? How better to show Christopher how much she loved him by allowing him to use her mouth? She couldn't wait to show her son how much she loved him by not only sucking his cock but also allowing her to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow.

Staring at his engorged prick, before staring up at him to watch him looking down at her, she took his hard cock in her hand and stroked him. Stroking him with love in the way that only a mother can stroke her son, she continued staring up at him while stroking him. With him seeing his cock in her motherly hand, it was obvious to her that he was becoming even more sexually excited by her staring up at him. She continued stroking his cock while fondling the head of his engorged prick with her fingertips. Then, with him staring down at her, she teased him with her lips and with her tongued. She toyed with his prick as if his cock was an ice cream cone while still staring up at him.

Licking and nibbling at him before taking him in her mouth, she sucked him while teasing him with her big, blue eyes by continually staring up at him. Then, she raised her chin with his cock in her mouth in the way that her husband taught her to do and in the way he forced her to do when sucking his friends. Uncomfortable with the men that she sucked staring back at her before, she found her son staring at her with she sucked him sexually exciting. What humiliated her before sexually excited her now. Seeing that he was enjoying her little show, she wanted her son to see her with his hard, hairy prick in her mouth.

Giving him something to remember his loving mother by, she wanted to give him something to return home to should he be held prisoner, beaten, and tortured. Wanting him to remain strong and never wanting him to give up hope should he wane in his desire and in his will to live, she wanted to show him what he had waiting for him at home. Sucking his cock harder while taking him in her mouth deeper, she stroked his prick faster while sucking him and occasionally staring up at him. The more he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples, the deeper she sucked his cock and the faster she stroked his prick.

Yet, not wanting to rush his special blowjob, being that conceivably this may be his last blowjob, she took her time sucking her son. Not wanting him to cum until his cock was buried inside of her pussy, she wanted to tease him with her hand, her mouth, and her tongue first. With her no longer able to become pregnant and with him confessing to her that he always practiced safe sex by wearing a condom with other women, there was no need for them to use protection. It appealed to her that she was his first women that he had sex with bareback.

Then, with him plenty hard enough for him to penetrate her and with her plenty wet enough for him to slide inside of her, she moved up to meet his lips. Kissing and kissing him, she reached down between her legs to position his cock inside of her. Slowly humping her, with her pussy too tight from lack of use, and with her not as wet as a 25-year-old woman, his cock suddenly dislodged itself. Determined in his desire to make love to his mother, taking a more aggressive role than a passive one, he rolled her over and spread her legs with his knees. She felt the weight of him and the strength of him when he mounted her. Enjoying her little fantasy, she was about to be fucked not by a son but by a Navy Seal.

If it wasn't enough that she gave birth to a Navy Seal, she was a little overwhelmed that she was having intimate relations, albeit incestuous, sexual relations with a Navy Seal. Showing more of his inherent dominance over his mother, he redistributed his weight and pushed up on his hands, while she reached down to position him inside of her. Even though this was her erotic dream and her sexual fantasy come true, even though she was having sex with Christopher for as much as his sexual pleasure as it was for her sexual pleasure, she couldn't believe that his cock was gradually moving inside of her. Her sexual fantasy come true, Christopher was making love to her and soon he'd be fucking her. She gasped when she felt him slowly enter her.

"Oh," she said feeling him enter her deeper as he slowly and gently pressed down upon her.

Spreading her pussy lips wider with the head of his cock to accommodate himself inside of her, the feeling of him entering her and pushing his way inside of her was like no other.

"Oh my God mother, this is unbelievable," he said leaning down to whisper his sexual lust for her in her ear.

Pulling her out of her fantasy that she was his lover and he was his man instead of him being his son and her being his mother, she needed him to remain in character. She needed to believe that she was making love to a Navy Seal and not making love to her son.

"Julie," she said correcting him. "Being that you're inside of me it's a little weird for you to call me mother," she said with a little, nervous laugh.

She closed her eyes to imagine again that the man having sex with her wasn't her son. Only unable to lose herself in the fantasy, as soon as she realized that this may be the last time she saw her son, she knew that it was her son who was making love to her. Suddenly with her emotions in a frenzy, she was as sad as she was sexually excited.

"Sorry Julie," he said.

With her not having had sex in so very long, too long, as if she was a virgin again, he had to proceed slowly but once he parted her pussy lips wide open enough, once her wetness matched his hardness, it was an easier slide inside. Sliding in deeper, he slowly began humping her and she lovingly returned his humps along with his kisses. Then, with her humps matching his, with both of them rhythmically the same, they were making love now. A mother saying goodbye to her son by giving him the only gift she had left to give him, her body, she welcomed the comfort he gave her in the way that he, no doubt, welcomed the sex.

As if he was a sexual machine instead of a fighting machine, he humped her in the way that she's never been humped before. Having never made love in such a passionate way to such a well-conditioned man, there was no way that he wasn't going to get her to cum. Humping her harder while humping her faster, she couldn't believe the way that her son was pounding her pussy while kissing and kissing her.

'Superman may be the man of steel but he ain't no match for a Navy Seal,' was all that she thought while Christopher banged her pussy harder, deeper, and faster.Now not wanting him to have all the fun, she rolled him over and mounted him as if he was her personal Sybian masturbation machine. Bouncing up and down on his cock as if he was a sexual amusement ride at an XXX rated theme park, she fucked her son in the way that no mother should ever fuck her son. Then, rolling her over again, he fucked his mother in the way that she needed to be fucked. Humping her harder and humping her faster, as soon as she screamed out her orgasm in sexual delight, he released an explosive load of warm gooey cum inside of his mother.

Collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of her and with his cock still buried inside of her, she waited until his erection softened before giving him his real Nude Day surprise and the lasting memory that she wanted him to have. Moving him off of her and with him relaxing on his back, she moved down to meet his cock with her lips. Stroking him again to a harder erection, she took him in her mouth and sucked him. Really sucking him now, she was giving her son the best blowjob she's given any man. She sucked him deeper while stroking him faster. She gave him a head banging, interactive blowjob resplendent with all the cock sucking sounds that all men love to hear when being sucked as evidence that the woman is enjoying sucking them as much as they're enjoying being sucked.

"I want you to cum in my mouth Christopher," she said removing his cock from her mouth for her to speak. "I need to taste you. Cum in my mouth. Please cum in my mouth."

"Oh, Mom," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Christopher," she said taking his stiff prick in her mouth again and sucking him while stroking him determined to make him cum.

Faster and faster she stroked him while sucking him deeper. She wanted him to cum. She needed him to cum. She wanted to taste her son's cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his cum. After he was gone, she wanted the memory of what her son tasted like when he ejaculated in her mouth.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," he said so matter of fact in the way he was in control of his mind, emotions, and body, obviously, he was in control of his cock too.

Not giving her much of a warning before exploding all that he had in her willing mouth, he put a gentle hand to the back of her head to hump her mouth and fuck her face. As if it was meant to be, he exploded a warm load of cum in his mother's mouth. Sucking him and stroking him while swallowing him, she continued to stroke him and suck him until there wasn't a drop of cum left in him. Then, making herself comfortable beside him, he put his arm around her. With his hand in contact with her breast, he fingered her nipple while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with his other hand. Continuing to rub her while fingering her, she lovingly allowed him to masturbate her.

"Oh, my God, Christopher, I'm going to cum," she said.

After enjoying the afterglow of sex for a few minutes, he turned her over and moved her to her knees. Positioning himself behind her, he mounted her as if he was a dog in heat. He fucked his mother from behind. With her forehead resting on her pillow, he pounded her pussy even harder than he did before while reaching to feel her hanging breasts and finger her erect nipples. Humping and humping her while pushing his cock so deep inside of her that she thought his prick was going to emerge from her mouth, he fucked her in the way she'd never been fucked before.

"Oh, my God," said Julie.

"Oh, my God," said Christopher.

"Oh, my God," they both said simultaneously while cumming at the same time.

* * * * *

The sex they shared was as amazing as their time together was more loving than it was sexual. Hard to believe that sex between a mother and son could be more loving than it was sexual but it was. Now, when they said their goodbyes at the airport, there were no regrets. He was leaving to do what he had to do for his country and for his buddies and she did what she had to do for her son and for her survival while knowing that he wouldn't be returning alive.

With his big arm around her and with her hugging her son as if they were husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son, they stood away from the crowd of mostly military passengers boarding the plane. Giving one another a long hug, she hugged her son as if this was the last time she'd be seeing him alive and he hugged her with all the love that a son could possibly have for his mother. Secretly, they already said their goodbyes in the car. Away from the prying eyes and judgmental stares of others there saying their goodbyes to loved ones leaving and saying their hellos to those arriving, they couldn't resist having one, last, long kiss.

"Goodbye Christopher. Stay safe. Please do all that you can to come home to me. I love you."

She hugged him as if they were still naked and he was still inside of her. He returned her hug as if he was about to hump her. They stayed like that for a long while as if they were glued together and didn't move until the alert to board the flight came over the loud speaker.

"I love you Mom," he said giving her a long hug and deep wet kiss while reaching behind her to squeeze her ass. "I'll be home for more of this," he said squeezing her ass harder before giving her a spank."

They kissed again as if she was saying goodbye to her husband instead of her son.

"I love you Christopher. You'd better come home to me," she said reaching down to feel his emerging cock in his fatigues.

* * * * *

Ten years later, on Nude Day of all days, Julie invited Nancy, her new neighbor, over for coffee. Tired of being alone and lonely, she felt like some company. Accepting Julie's invitation to come for a visit, they formally introduced one another. Devoid of life with no grandchildren running around playing, the house was so very quiet as if they were seated in a church or a library. With their conversation filled with uncomfortable pauses and awkward silences, Julie could hear the passing of time as if a giant clock loomed over her head.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..."

Having seen each other around the neighborhood and waving their hellos, this time Julie made the first attempt of friendship by inviting Nancy over to talk. As if her living room, her entire house actually, was a breathing shrine and a living memorial dedicated to her son, Christopher, Julie was so proud of all of her son's military accomplishments. It was difficult to look at anything that wasn't military inspired and related to her son's experiences as a Navy Seal.

Filled with pictures and mementos of him on every wall, as if her house was a museum that housed all of the momentous memories and military memorabilia of her son, everything in her house referenced Christopher's commitment to the Navy Seals, the Navy, and to the United States of America. Every picture had a story behind it that she proudly told to whoever would listen. Now with Nancy sitting in her living room while drinking her coffee, she was Julie's temporary captive audience.

Always alone and lonely, perhaps because of the secret she kept about her having incestuous sex with her son so very long ago, it was difficult for her to reach out and meet new people. Content to live a quiet life but when she saw Nancy, and with her being so very pretty, she reminded her of herself when she was her age. She saw something in her that made her want to befriend her. Always with a smile and a friendly hello, she seemed so nice and easy to know.

For the longest time, going out of her way to avoid any social content, the only other person in her life was her son. Her war hero, Christopher was her personal Medal of Honor winner, even though the medal wasn't awarded to him and bestowed upon him. Yet, with him awarded nearly every other medal, the Medal of Honor was one of the few medals that eluded him. Actually, if anyone had survived to witness his escape from being held prisoner of war, it would have made a good story to tell. If anyone was left alive to testify on his behalf on what he had to do and how many he had to kill to gain his freedom, assuredly he would have won the Medal of Honor. Only Christopher was never a boastful man. He just did what he was trained to do.

From the he time spent in Somalia to his special op, classified, secret missions in other parts of Africa, every wall told a story. From the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq to his special op visits to South America, Pakistan, and a dozen other secret missions in other countries along the way and back to the United States of America, she was so proud of him. As far as she was concerned, with him already doing more in his service with the Seals than most American citizens could in defense of their country in their lifetimes, he could do no wrong.

* * * * *

Always a ghostly figure when appearing in photos with his Navy Seal buddies, with many of them killed in action, his private collection of photos were grim yet proud reminders of every man's selfless sacrifice to his country. With Christopher dressed in fatigues, to his brown khakis, to his service dress blues, and to his dress whites, he was so handsome when in uniform. Instead of looking so sad in the way she looked whenever he was away, he always looked so happy holding his gun or with his arm around one of his buddies. Obviously, he enjoyed the comradery of his close, personal friends, his good buddies, and his brothers in arms. With no one else able to understand what he did and why he did it, his only friends were other Navy Seals.

Looming large and bigger than life, the pictures of him in uniform decorated with stripes, medals, decorations, and pins was as breathtaking as it was awe inspiring and by the look on Nancy's face, she looked impressed. Obviously by her stare and her intense interest of the background of every picture, Nancy was impressed. Christopher made her feel proud not only that he was her son but also that she was an American.

How one man so young could amass such a decorated war career was mind boggling. With each photo ten years old and older, the images of him with his buddies were haunting reminders of the sacrifices that the Navy Seals as well as all military personnel have made to not only keep us safe but also to make the world a better place. Beaming with pride as if she was a Navy Seal too, Julie couldn't be any prouder of her son.

"This is my son, Christopher, Chief Petty Officer retired," said Julie showing her new neighbor, Nancy, more pictures of her son, along with glass enclosures of all of his awards and medals. "He's my Navy Seal war hero, "Moving him up in rank and pay grade, they made him Chief after he was captured and held prisoner, tortured, and beaten for five, long, horrible years with no contact. Yet, with all that he's been through, even with a gun to his head and every bit of torture he suffered and endured, my son didn't crack," she said with pride. "He refused to answer any questions and/or give them any information other than his name, rank, and serial number."

She opened a photo album that showed him posing alongside his buddies in dozens of foreign countries. No longer secret missions, declassified long ago, she had written captions and dates beneath the pictures to explain where he was, who he was with, and what he was doing. Other than their first names or nicknames, in most cases, she didn't even know the full names of his buddies to write the full name of each Navy Seal member. She showed Nancy the photos he had taken with three different presidents, two different Secretaries of Defense, and a dozen assorted Admirals, Generals, and officers ranging from Colonels, Commanders, and Captains. An assortment of men in fatigues who were weighed down by heavy equipment, brothers in arms, they were a real team with one ready to die for the other. That kind of committed resolve is what kept them all alive when under the most vicious of assaults. Leave no man behind is the vow they all made to one another should one die and the other survive.

"Wow," said Nancy looking at her neighbor with renewed respect. Continuing to look through the photo album, she looked from one to the other before looking up at Julie with awe. "I didn't know that your son was a Navy Seal. I had no idea," said her new neighbor looking impressed. "You must have been so proud of him."

As is Nancy had thrown a glass of water in Julie's face, she looked at her with sudden insight. Surely by the museum she kept of her son and with her not saying that he wasn't, she must think that her son is dead.

"Must have been?" Julie shot her a look of confusion. "I was very proud and I still am very proud," said Julie straightening her posture and raising her chin. "If I'm not being too personal, are you married?"

"No, I'm divorced," said Nancy with a little intimidation.

By the ill at ease look on Nancy's face, as if she was being interrogated, she didn't seem comfortable with Julie's personal questions.

"Do you have any children?"

Again, reading Nancy better than she could ever read her son, Julie could tell that this was a sore subject with her.

"I always wanted children but I wasn't married long enough to have any," she said with sadness. "Actually, the true is that my ex-husband didn't want any children and had a vasectomy without telling me. Married to a bad, Boston cop, who enjoyed taking his frustrations out on me, my marriage was a tragic mistake. What I thought was going to be a lifelong fairytale turned out to be three years of misery."

"Sorry," said Julie.

"That's okay," said Nancy while continuing to look through Christopher's photo album.

Biting her lip with her next personal question, Julie persevered.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"I'll be 33-years-old in July, July 26th, to be exact," she said with a frown. "I always thought I'd be married with kids by that age," she said with a sad, little laugh.

Having easily jumped over all of the hurdles and easily passed all of her little tests, Julie smiled at Nancy.

"I'd like for you to meet my son, Nancy," said Julie.

Nancy looked at Julie with shocked surprise.

"Your son?" She looked at Julie with confusion. "You have another son?" She looked from one photo to the other than hung on the wall as if grave markers inside of a private mausoleum.

"No, I only have the one child, my Christopher," she said beaming her neighbor a wide smile.

"I just thought from all the photos on the wall that he was—"

"Dead? You thought Christopher was dead? Yeah, I could see how you could have thought that by seeing all of his military memories," said Julie looking at all of the photos. "Only, Christopher is very much alive. He's invincible actually. Superman was the man of steel but he was no match for a Navy Seal," she said with pride.

"I'd like very much to meet him," said Nancy looking from Julie to look at his photos hanging on the wall again.

"Christopher? Christopher. Come and meet Nancy, our new neighbor," said his mother in her feeble attempts to finally fix her 35-year-old son up with a nice woman.

With Julie now fifty-four-years-old, she feared who would take care of Christopher should anything happen to her. She just wanted him to be happy. She just wanted him to be comfortable. She just wanted him to have a good life with a good woman by his side. Always trying to fix him up with a woman from the neighborhood, from church, or from online dating sites, she'd like nothing better than to see him married with children.

A bit overweight and out of shape, retired on a 100% mental disability after being captured, tortured, and held in captivity for five, long horrible years until he got his hands on an automatic weapon, killed his captors, and escaped, Christopher had been home for five years. Able to somehow make his way to a United States military base in Afghanistan, the last man standing, he was a hero and a legend. Now after living such a life where he was always on the edge, he didn't want to do anything. Not working nor going to school, and not doing anything other than eating, drinking beer, sleeping, and watching television, he lived the lavish life of a dog while his mother cooked, cleaned, and took care of him.

With her not hearing from him and figuring that he was dead and with him just appearing at the front door one day, she was so surprised. Continuing their incestuous, sexual relationship where they left off, they continued having sex with one another for two years, until the excitement of a mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother came to an abrupt end. Still wanting him to find a nice woman, get married, and give her grandchildren, he was more interested in just hanging around the house and staying home with his mother. He was retired after all and deservedly so.

Glad that he was alive, with them no longer celebrating Nude Day by having sex, having him puttering around the house was okay with her. Only, she knew that once he got a good look at Nancy, with her long, blonde, hair, beautiful face, busty and shapely body, and with having the same big, blue eyes of his mother, they were a match made in Heaven. Never apart and always together, they were married within the year on the day they first met, Nude Day and lived happily ever after.

"Happy Nude Day."

THE END