Capítulo 30: Mom, a Martyr for her Navy Seal Son b
bySusanJillParker©
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.
* * * * *
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."
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