I listened to my parents Halloween party they had going on upstairs. I didn't want to be a part of it mainly because of my stepmom Elisabeth, or Lizzy as I liked to call her. She was such a drunk and a flirt. And it pisses my off to no end. I don't know how dad puts up with it. But she was also gorgeous as Hell at forty with her long brown hair and green eyes. She had the perfect body too with a set of 38 d breast and a shapely ass. Lets just say she keeps herself in shape with a vigorous routine of palates and yoga.
I can't tell you how many times I've fantasized about banging my dear stepmother. Like right now she's wearing her Little Bo Peep outfit the same one she wears every Halloween and my dad dresses up like the crazy clown in "It". Evidently Lizzy has a thing for bad clowns. Crazy right?
I suddenly heard something fall it sounded more like someone.
"What the fuck was that?" I thought curiously. So I put my game on hold and hurried up the steps. I opened the basement door and stepped out into the hallway to find to find my dad with Lizzy on top of him. Lizzy was passed out.
"Come over here and help me please" he said urgently.
I grabbed one of Lizzy's arms and gently pulled her up off of dad and laid her flat on her back.
Dad sat up stiffly holding his lower back and he looked to be in horrible pain.
"What happened, dad?"
He shook his head, "Your mother, like always has had too much to drink, Jason. And she ended up passing out in the kitchen but thankfully no one saw her. I tried to carry her up to the bed but my back gave out on me.
"Damn dad you should have called me, I would have helped you."
"I didn't know where you were son. Hell you ducked out early."
"I got bored, dad. I'm sorry."
He smirked, "I can't blame you. You're eighteen and probably bored because there aren't any of the guest your age. I'm sorry, Jason."
I shrugged, "Hey it is what it is dad. They are yours and mom's friends not mine."
Dad stood up, "Fuck my back's racked! I don't think I'll be climbing up stairs tonight. In fact I'll bed down in the den tonight."
"That might be a good idea."
"Do you think you can carry your mother up and put her in bed? I've gotta get back to the party before people start to wonder what's going on."
"Sure dad." I said I bent down and cradled Lizzy up in my arms. She hardly weighs anything at all. So I started up the stairs with her.
"Make sure you lay her on her stomach in case she...pukes in her sleep." He made a face and shook his head.
"Will do dad!" I called back.
I reached the top of the staircase and made my way to the master bedroom. Lizzy didn't stir a bit when I laid her down on the bed, face down like I was told. I turned to leave and that's when she began moving her head from side to side. She opened her eyes. "Frank?" she asked which was my dad's name.
"Hey mom."
"Jason?"
What are you doing here?" she asked barely keeping her eyes open.
"You passed out in the kitchen, mom so dad had me bring you upstairs and put you to bed."
