drunk dad 2

Part 2.


By the end of the next week my anger towards my hubby was starting to bubble over, because I knew what he was missing and that he most likely didn’t seem to care. The bastard had not touched me in years and I had a hormonally enraged teenager enraptured with me.

Now after two weeks of my son staring at my breasts I guess that I started to emotionally snap a little. I finally said something. As we were walking Mr Drunk up the stairs I said to Ricky “I do have eyes you know” my god he almost broke his own neck. His answer took me though. At first there was the “I” with the pause, then his realization that he was trapped because he couldn’t let go of his dad. Then he said “I know you have eyes, I see them all the time, its just that you’re, so, beautiful” He got me.

Now it was my turn, I told him that I knew he had been looking but that I had been so angry at his father for choosing the bottle over me that it had given me at least some satisfaction to see that someone was interested in looking at what he had no interest in. All Rickie could blurt out was “god mom, you are just so beautiful” At that point we were nearing the bed and I said “alright enough of that mister, we have to get him on the bed” and then just like the other nights I climbed up on the bed, he lifted while I crawled backward dragging his dad while Rickie stared at my exposed breasts. Then a disgusting sort of fate erupted from my husbands stomach, he vomited on me as Ricky was leaving. I screamed at Ricky to leave, he bolted like a rabbit. I did laundry for several hours.

The next night was almost the same as most of the others, almost I say because when it came time to haul the king of the castle off to his chambers I was not wearing my robe. Rickie, true to his form, never once glanced at my face. I was functionally nude with the exception of my panties, covered only by a 5 second nightie, that being how long they are usually supposed to stay on. Rickie started to say something and then stopped. I finished for him, “I know you’ve been looking, and he threw up on my robe” As we wobble walked towards the bedroom I admonished our son telling him that if his dad ever crawls out of the bottle that this is coming to an end. He nodded in agreement, that was my emotional salvation. I left a way for me to back out of this that was beyond my control. It never happened.

Week 4 brought a big change. Big Rick finally noticed one day that he kept waking up still dressed and confronted me about it. I calmly told him that I was not his mother and I was not changing his clothing, further that if he got to the point where he needed a diaper that I was putting him in a home. He was not amused and had the gall to tell me that I needed to do more!
Another snap quietly took place in me, thank god I had already started letting off steam through our son or I probably would have taken a frying pan to his head, a hot one.