Chelsea's mom!

Chelsea and I both turned to look as her door swung open and her mother entered the house.

"Hi Chelsea, I'm..." She froze mid sentence as she saw Chelsea standing in the middle of the room, butt naked, arms raised, with a stupefied look on her face.

"M... mom?" Chelsea stammered, her body totally exposed.

"C... Chelsea?" Her mother said. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I... I...um..." Chelsea stammered, finally crossing her arms over her naked flesh.

"You're dancing around naked?!" Her mother yelled. "Is this how you were raised? To show off your body like some hussy!"

"Uh, I feel like I should explain." I interjected, feeling a little guilty.

"Oh, don't say a word dear." Chelsea's mother said, her tone growing soft as she spoke to me. "You're a good boy, and you're not doing anything wrong."

"But you!" She swung back on the naked, cowering Chelsea. "This is how you behave?! Running around naked, using your body to taunt and tease boys?!"

"He's my boyfriend!" Chelsea pointed out, her face a brand new intensity of neon red.

"That doesn't matter!" Her mother shot back. "A real lady doesn't have to shake her naked body around like some desperate bimbo! You out to be ashamed!