Chelsea's Mom

Chelsea quickly grabbed the quilt and pulled it over herself to protect her nudity, and in the process completely uncovered Jason, just as the door opened. His eyes widened in shock as he saw her mom step round the door carrying a breakfast tray with muffins and coffee.

Jason looked round the room in shock. His pants were outside-in, just inside the door. He could see one shoe and no idea where his shirt was. Should he make a run for it? Just leave his stuff and run naked out of the room and their apartment? Shit! His fight-or-flight panic was edging rapidly towards flight!.

"Oh morning Jason", said Susan with a smile. "We heard ya come in last night, but we kinda figured you'd rather we waited till you had fucked Chelsea here before we brought you breakfast".

Jason could feel his mouth was still hanging open and shut it deliberately with a clumping sound.

"Anyway", Chelsea's mom continued, "I'll just leave this here, and you can maybe come through and say Hi whenever you're ready".

"Thanks mom", said Chelsea.

Susan put the tray on Chelsea's dressing table then blew her daughter a kiss and retreated with a wide smile, closing the door behind her.

Jason could feel he was hyperventillating and tried to **** himself to calm down. The events of the day before were starting to come back to him. He remembered getting shitfaced in the bar. Fuck, he had titty-fucked Livia in the cellar. How the hell did that happen? And Susan, Chelsea's mom! Shit - Cora had sucked him off too. That must have pissed her off. And all because of that Pen!

The Pen!!!! thought Jason suddenly, where was it! Fuck!!!!

He jumped out of bed in a flash grabbing at his clothes and going through the pockets. He found his crappy old phone and his wallet in his pants. He didn't even bother checking the contents. Where the fuck was the pen?

"Whattaya looking for?" asked Chelsea getting up out of bed and heading for the breakfast tray, a vision of naked teenage beauty.

"Uh, my pen".

"Oh that! You were going on about that when you came in last night, so I thought it must have been something special or expensive. I put it in my top drawer here just to keep it safe. The naked teenager pulled the drawer in her nightstand open and handed him his pen. "Jeez! You look relieved. Must be really special. What is it - expensive, or a family thing or something?"

"Yeah, its special alright", he said in relief and took the lid off it. "C'mere, let me show you!"

"Huh?"

"Bend over my lap", he said sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Uh, ok". Chelsea got to her knees beside Jason and leaned across his legs, leaving her buttocks protruding towards him.

As tempting as they were, Jason resisted the temptation to spank her just then. Instead he took the pen and began to write on her silky smooth buttcheeks.