Chapter 25

Look Who's Coming for Dinner

Jason was standing next to Francis as Elizabeth's front door slammed in both of their faces. He was holding his shoes and shirt in his hands with a completely dumbfounded look on his face. Francis looked over at his boss. The younger man's jaw was practically dragging the ground. He was completely red from the waist of his pants to the tips of his ears and looked like he had just been explained the theory of relativity in German.

Francis was equally perplexed but had not just experienced the shame and horror that Jason had. It all started when a car pulled into the driveway……

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Elizabeth and Jason had been having a wonderful evening. He had been out of town a lot lately to do Sonny's bidding in the casino's and with the unions in Port Charles. Sonny was dating Kate now and pushed most of his business dealings off on Jason. However, before returning to the island from Port Charles, he HAD to see Elizabeth.

They had not talked for five days now. He didn't call Elizabeth when he was away on business because he needed to stay focused. She was a distraction and talking to her simply extended the time he had to be away from her so he stopped calling her after the first time he had to go out of town on business. He would only call her when he was on the plane, on his way home to her. She never called him either because, as he explained to her, she could inadvertently alert his enemies to his presence.

He called her from the plane and since it was a Tuesday, they met at her place instead of the Penthouse. She had to work in the morning and he would drive in with her. It was their usual routine. When he got to her place, she was cooking dinner for the two of them, chicken and penne pasta with vodka sauce, Jason's favorite. Aaron was in his highchair yelling, 'Zizi, peas yuck!' He was getting used to the little boy and Aaron loved his step-grandmother as much as Jason loved his girlfriend. He would never interfere with the relationship the two of them had.

Once they finished dinner, Jason and Elizabeth played with Aaron and gave him his bath. Chris and Aaron were out to dinner with Spinelli and Georgie. Jason liked that the kids all got along. At least twice a week, Jason and Elizabeth would watch Aaron so the foursome could do whatever young twenty-something's do.

Jason smiled when he watched Elizabeth putting Aaron to bed. He loved the way the little boy called her Zizi. It was a fitting moniker for a woman who certainly did not look like a Grandma. She had explained to him how she and Amy came up with the name. 'Elizabeth' was too long of a name for the baby to learn and the name Grandma or Nana was OUT OF THE QUESTION, according to the 36 year old vixen. Amy had suggested Lizzie and Elizabeth explained to the young mother that she hated being called 'Lizzie' that so they shortened it to ZiZi. It was a perfect name and would be special since only Aaron would call her that.

Now, watching her rub little tickles up and down the boys back Jason knew that Elizabeth would be a wonderful mother. He smiled at the way she was so gentle and attentive to the little boy he was fast growing to love. If only she wanted to have a child. She didn't and she made that plain and clear the one and only time Jason had mentioned it.

Chris had come into Elizabeth's life when he was ten and she would groan that she never wanted to be the responsible party raising a teenager again. Chris was a handful from start to finish. Although they had a wonderful relationship now, she had fought every step of the way earning Chris' love and trust. He was constantly in trouble and always threw his real mom in her face every time she tried to get close.

Jason didn't understand that because from what Elizabeth had told him, Chris' real mom never wanted anything much to do with her son. Chris lived off of a fantasy that never came to fruition. His mother was never going to be a mom to him but Chris had held out hope and up until he turned eighteen, he never seemed to let Elizabeth in. Sure, he let her do the mom things like attend school plays, help him with his homework, cater to he and his friends when he had a sleepover and basically let her do all the good things having a mom allowed. However, when he was in trouble or being told to do a chore or clean up his room, he would fight with her and wind up reminding her that she was not his mother.

Finally, when he turned eighteen, Mark and Elizabeth had started showing the signs of a rift in their marriage and Chris' mother had been calling him. He decided to go live with his real mom thinking that he would get the life, love and attention he craved. He wasn't in Pennsylvania for two weeks when he called Elizabeth at work in tears. His mother had broken his heart again. What he thought he craved she could give her, wasn't in the cards. Although he knew his father had moved out of the house, Elizabeth told him that his room was waiting for him and got him the first flight home. She met him at the airport and took him to dinner and listened as he cried over the realization that regardless of blood, Elizabeth was truly his mother. She had always given him the love, attention that his mother lacked and his father intermittently showed him. Their relationship was forever changed from that point and he showed her the respect she had earned from there on out.

With Aaron finally asleep, Jason and Elizabeth made their way upstairs. Francis had agreed to stay to help out with the little boy so that Jason and Elizabeth could spend some time without interruption. It was only eight o'clock, but they had some serious needs to fill that only the other could provide.

The first round of lovemaking was fast as both were so pent up with sexual frustration they thought they would burst before even getting their clothes off.

Round two was much better and they had been enjoying one another for at least thirty minutes. Elizabeth was riding him like a stallion and he would spank her ass to get the 'jockey' going. She could feel the orgasm raging up from within him and she screamed 'WAIT FOR ME! I'M ALMOST THERE!' when they both heard the commotion downstairs.

"Ma'am, please wait. I don't…" they heard Francis plead and then a look of horror washed over Elizabeth's face.

"If you don't remove that hand from my arm young man, you'll live the rest of your days with only three limbs instead of four."

"Oh, FUCK!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she jumped off of Jason taking the sheet with her.

"What?" Jason asked startled and trying to jump to his feet.

"That's my mother!" Elizabeth responded as they heard feet pounding up the stairs.

The door flew open and before Jason could get himself covered, there stood Mrs. Penelope Hardy Webber Stanford shouting her daughter's full name.

"Elizabeth Imogene Webber. Why in the HELL do I have to find out that you were attacked by a thug from your sister? And by the way, don't think I don't know about your boyfriend, one Jason Morgan, a gangster. Really Elizabeth, have you lost the sense that God, your father and I gave you?" She boomed as the door flew open and she caught sight of her youngest child wrapped in a sheet and then caught sight of a man, standing tall wrapped in nothing but fear on his face.

"MOM, what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked running to stand in front of Jason while he tried desperately to find anything, his boxers, his jeans, hell at this point he would have put on Elizabeth's skirt if he could reach it.

"Well, now I can see why you would want to date the man. However, I want to know why I have to find out about all of this from your sister, Sarah, and not you." Her mother scolded while eyeing up the man who stood naked in her daughter's bedroom.

"Mom, get out. I'll be downstairs in the living room in a minute." Elizabeth stammered trying desperately to put her petite, curvaceous 110 pound frame in front of Jason's still standing erection.

Walking over and picking up Jason's jeans from the floor just inside the doorway, she pushed past her daughter and looked Jason square in the eye. "No Elizabeth, I believe this young man is the one who needs to get out. And don't come back." She yelled as she shoved Jason's pants into his hand causing her to get yet another unintentional sight of the handsome young man's privates.

Jason stood silent with his pants in front of his now rapidly shrinking penis and watched as the older woman walked over past her now crying daughter and picked up his shoes and t-shirt. She kept her back to him long enough for him to be able to shove himself into his pants, sending a shriek when he caught the tip of his dick in his zipper.

She turned around to glare at him when she heard the scream. She shoved the shoes and shirt into his arms took him by the arm and the nape of the neck. She roughly escorted him down the stairs and out the door, shoving a wide eyed Francis behind him.

"Now what?" Francis asked as they both stared at the closed door.

"I have NO idea." Jason said as he shook his head. "I have no idea."

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"Mom, where's Jason?" Elizabeth asked, no dressed in blue sweatpants and a Gator t-shirt while walking into the living room.

"I put him and his beast out like the trash that they are." Penelope answered, sitting on the couch, legs crossed and bouncing while her arms crossed her chest and a scowl loomed on her face.

"Mom, you can't do this. Jason is not a monster. I love him." She tried to reason while hunting for her phone on the coffee table.

"Elizabeth, why didn't you tell me you were dating someone and what happened in June in Miami?"

"Mom, I didn't tell you about Jason for this very reason. You never liked anyone of my boyfriends except Shawn and Mark. And by the way, Jason is not a gangster, he is a coffee importer. And I didn't tell you about the mugging in Miami because I was fine and I didn't want you to worry."

"Elizabeth, you never lie to me so why are you lying to me now?"

"Mom, how did you… find out about Jason in the first place? Sarah promised she would let me tell you." Elizabeth asked as she sat down beside her mother and decided talking to Jason would have to wait.

"Well, it was Rachel that told me. I was doing Rachel's hair for school this morning. You knew I was going to go to Atlanta to visit Sarah and the kids while Bob is in Holland for his aunt's funeral. Anyway, Rachel said her Aunt Elizabeth and Jason were coming to visit for Thanksgiving. I asked Sarah who Jason was and that's when I found out about this new life you are living."

"Oh" was all Elizabeth could muster.

"Does your father know? Honestly, the man lives in this town and I'll bet he hasn't seen or called you in months."

"Mom, leave Dad alone. We're fine. He knows I am dating a man but has not met Jason yet. We are planning to all have dinner for my birthday. He'll meet Jason then."

"Well, he should be looking out for you more. I left you in his care when Bob and I retired. And what about Mark? Does he know about this…this Jason Morgan?"

"Mom, my life is none of Mark's business and I really hope that you don't try to make Jason feel like he is having an affair or something. Mark and I are over, we have been for a while and I DON'T want you to keep harping on the subject."

"Well, you should try one more time to make a go of your marriage. Mark is a wonderful man and he still loves you very deeply. And what's with the beast in the foyer and all the cameras and security around here. This fortress is not the adorable little condo your father and I split the down-payment on for you after you graduated college."

"Mom," Elizabeth groaned as she put her face in her hands. "Cut it out. I am 36 years old and don't need your approval over my life. My divorce, who I date and how I live are your business but are not for your approval or disapproval. I would never tell you how you and Bob should live. Please stop doing that to me."

"Well, you are my daughter so I have the right to give my opinion. I just don't want to see you hurt, physically OR emotionally."

"Mom, Jason is the most wonderful man in the world. I love him so much and he loves me more than his own life. I have never felt this way before, not with Shawn OR with Mark. You have always taught me to refrain from judging others before getting to know them. I hope you will follow your own advice and give Jason a chance." She pleaded as she held her mothers hand and leaned her head on the older woman's shoulder.

"Tsk…wwweeelllll, he IS very handsome. I can sure see what attracted you to him." Penelope responded patting their intertwined hands with her other hand and then she laughed, "I am sure the poor boy is humiliated. I sure did meet him in rather…ummm….inflagrante circumstances."

Both girls giggled and Elizabeth decided that now would be a good time for a break. She needed to call to check and see if Jason had committed suicide or something. He could very well be standing on the roof of his penthouse readying himself to jump right then.

"Hi, ummm honey?" she asked when he answered the phone.

"Elizabeth, what the…who the…why the…are you okay?" he finally asked not sure what he wanted answered first. What the hell was going on? Who the hell was that woman she called her mother? Why was her mother here and why the hell hadn't she told him her mother was coming? Or most importantly, when the hell can they get back to what they were doing before they were interrupted.

"Yes, are you okay?" she asked noticing how flustered and slightly annoyed he sounded over the phone.

"Well, I am fine but…"

"Where are you?" she cut him off.

"I am sitting on your car with Francis in the driveway. I don't have my keys because they are upstairs on the dresser with my wallet. AND my boxers, by the way." He said, somewhat aggravated and still stinging from the slight pinch of his cock from his jeans zipper.

"I'm sorry honey. Would you and Francis like to come in and meet my mother?"

"Not really." He said with a bit of a chuckle.

"Well, she promises not to bite and I really would like for you to meet her." She said into the phone while shooting her mother the famous Webber disapproving glare.

"Umm, I..I'll come in and meet her and then get the hell out of there and go crawl under a rock."

"Good, and Jason? I really am sorry about all of this. I had NO idea she was coming."