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Father In Law (MF, nc, preg)
By Ars Erotica
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My husband Ted was never close to his father. The Colonel was a career
Army man, and expected his only child to be exactly like him - a rough,
tough, John Wayne type of man. Ted, on the other hand, was a sensitive,
shy boy who loved the arts and wanted to be a photographer. The Colonel
was a physically imposing man, six foot two, two hundred twenty pounds
of muscle, with strong and large features, with iron-gray hair he'd had
since he was thirty. Ted was five foot nine, slight of build, with
gentle features and had worn glasses since he was ten.
The Colonel was a cold, unbending man, who disdained any show of
feelings. Ted was unusually sensitive and open, not afraid to cry. A
severe car accident when he was only fifteen left Ted unable to pass a
military physical, even if he'd wanted to join. The Colonel always held
that against him - I really think that at some level he thought Ted had
gotten in the accident on purpose. At least Ted had his mother, who he
strongly resembled. Edith was a sweet woman, who died the year before
Tommy was born. Ted adored his mother, and she adored him. It was a
terrible blow when she died of cancer at age sixty. I'd loved Edith like
a mother as well, which is why she confided a secret to me on her
deathbed.
It was about Ted. Edith cried as she told me that she'd done something
terrible to him. The accident Ted had been in at fifteen had caused many
injuries. It had happened ten years before, and most of his scars and
injuries had healed. But there was one injury that could never be
healed. The accident had left Ted sterile. At the time it didn't seem
that important, since Ted was close to death for many weeks and she was
praying that he would live, not worrying that he could never give her
grandchildren. The months passed, then years went by, and Edith didn't
know how to tell him.
The Colonel had used his pull at the military hospital to keep the
sterility off Ted's records - apparently he was afraid that it would
come out that his son 'wasn't a real man', which was his biggest concern
even though his son was in a coma for two months after the accident. The
only way Ted would ever learn is if he was tested as an adult or if
Edith told him.
She was convinced he'd hate her for not telling him sooner, and knew
he'd find out eventually since we were planning on starting a family.
She begged me to tell him after she'd died, and to ask him to forgive
her. I promised her, and tried to reassure her that Ted would
understand. Actually, I wasn't so sure about that. Ted desperately
wanted children, lots of children. As an only child he'd been lonely
much of the time, and had wanted a family like mine - Catholic with lots
of kids running around.
Three months after Edith died, Ted brought up the idea of us starting
our family. Edith's secret had been weighing on me since she'd died. I'd
started to tell Ted several times, but always lost my nerve and kept
putting it off. Now, it looked like I'd have to tell him. It was a
Friday, I remember, and Ted was packing to go on a weeklong photo shoot
in Florida.
I was sitting on the bed, listening to him talk about how when he got
back he'd throw out the condoms (I can't take the pill for medical
reasons), and we'd get started. I nearly told him then, but stopped. I
knew how Edith felt. I should have told Ted just after Edith died, but I
couldn't add to his grief. Now three months had passed, and I was sure
he'd be angry with me for keeping the knowledge that he was sterile from
him for that long. Ted noticed my expression, but misinterpreted it.
"Don't worry, Sheila," he said. "I know you're scared about being alone
for a week. I've asked Dad to come by every now and then and check up on
you."
I smiled weakly at him. "Oh ... thank you, Honey. That was sweet of your
Dad. It's nice that he's spending more time with you since your Mom
passed on." Ted shrugged. "I think he's feeling guilty because he
ignored Mother and me for all those years. The Army always came first
with him, and now that he's retired, I think he wants to get to know me
better. He even seems to be more accepting of my career, don't you
think?" I nodded. It was true, the Colonel had been coming by a lot
since Edith died.
He and I had always had a cordial relationship, but he was forever
harping on Ted's career as a photographer. The Colonel thought it was a
'sissy' career, even though Ted was very successful, and in fact made
enough for us to live in a beautiful home and for me not to have to work
a regular job and allow me to concentrate on my free-lance decorating
work. Ted was right though - since Edith had died the Colonel had
stopped telling Ted to quit his fag work and get a man's job.
Ted left the next day. I kissed him good-bye, and waved him off at the
airport. I had exactly one week to figure out a way to tell Ted he was
sterile. I wasn't too concerned about divorce. Ted and I were both very
strong Catholics, and I'm proud to say that we embrace the Church's
teaching on the sanctity of marriage. That being said, there was no
Church injunction about trusting your wife after you've learned she'd
been keeping a big secret from you, or being angry with her for doing
that. Our marriage was a good one, strong, and up till now, full of
trust.
I didn't want that to change. I knew that I could say nothing about it,
and that after a year of not being able to conceive we'd be tested and
Ted would learn that he was sterile. That would be the easy way out. Yet
Edith had begged me to tell Ted, and ask him to forgive her. I'd be
breaking my promise to Edith if I didn't. I decided to go visit her
grave and have a 'talk' with her. Perhaps I'd find some solace there.
To my surprise, the Colonel was at Edith's grave when I arrived. To my
knowledge, he hadn't been there since the funeral. I watched him from my
car. He was kneeling down on one knee, had his chin in his hand and
appeared to be staring at the grave. I gave him a few minutes of
privacy, and then got out of my car, slamming the door loud enough for
him to hear. He turned, saw me, then got up. "Oh, hello Sheila," he said
in his deep voice, which had a military clip to it. "Ted get off all
right then?"
"Hi Dad," I responded. "I just dropped him off at the airport, and
thought I'd come and pay my respects to Mom."
The Colonel nodded. "Edith was a good woman, Sheila," he said. "I'm
afraid I didn't make her life very easy, but she always did her best to
make me happy. She was a good mother too. She was devastated when she
had to have a hysterectomy so early. It was a great sorrow to us that we
were never able to give Ted and siblings."
I patted his arm. "Yes, I know. Ted always wanted a little brother. He
told me he used to dream about having a little brother that he could
play with." The Colonel smiled slightly.
"Perhaps he would have turned out differently if he had a little
brother. You know that Ted and I haven't always seen eye to eye, and I
know I was too hard on him when he was growing up. It's just that my
brothers were all Army men, our father was an Army man, and his father
was an Army man too. I was the only Berringer who had a son that didn't
become a career army man. I used to think that was terrible, but Edith's
death has put it in perspective for me." I was touched. Perhaps he
wasn't made of steel after all. "Come back to the house with me Dad," I
said. "We'll have some coffee." He said he'd like that, and after a
brief moment of prayer at Edith's grave, we got in our cars and went
back to my house.
I bustled around my sunny kitchen, making coffee and slicing fresh-baked
pumpkin bread. The Colonel and I chatted for a while about all kinds of
things, his garden, his retirement, old wars stories and about Ted's
work and my decorating career. I was doing very well with it, I'd gotten
many clients and even though it was free-lance I was as busier than I
would have been if I'd had a regular job. I used our house as an
experiment, and had just redone the kitchen. The Colonel complimented me
on the work I'd done.
I thanked him, and mentioned that I'd just redone the master bedroom
too. "I'd love to see that, Sheila," he said. "I'm thinking about
redoing my own home. Perhaps you could give me some ideas."
"Sure, Dad," I replied. "Come on up and I'll show you." I took him
upstairs and proudly showed him our bedroom. The walked around the room
while I explained what I'd done.
When I finished all he said was, "Nice." With a strange look in his
eyes, he repeated, "Nice. Very nice indeed."
It happened so quickly. One minute we were standing there, and the next
minute I was punched in the stomach and thrown back onto my bed. The
colonel had knocked the wind out of me, and I lay there helplessly,
gasping for breath. He smiled a cold, tight little smile as he unzipped
his trousers. My God, I thought. He's going to rape me! I tried to sit
up, but the Colonel flashed out and backhanded me so hard I lost
consciousness for a moment.
When I came to, he'd managed to get my sundress off and I was clad only
in my bra and panties. He'd removed his trousers, shirt, and shoes and
was sitting astride me. I tried to buck him off, but he was much too
heavy for me. My actions only made him laugh as he tore my bra off. To
my horror, he leaned down and began to suck on my breast. "No ... Oh no!
Stop it! Stop!" He slapped me twice across the face. "Shut up, woman,"
he growled. "I don't want to hurt you," he grunted as he pulled his
undershirt off. His massive chest was covered with iron-gray hair.
"I'd advise you to submit, Sheila," he said as he ripped my panties off.
He leaned over again and began to shower my face and neck with hot, wet
kisses. I could feel his hardness pressing into my belly. I screamed and
screamed, but it was no use. Our house was set back too far for anyone
to hear me.
My screams and shouts only inflamed his evil lust and made him laugh.
"Scream all you want Sheila," he told me. "It won't do you any good. I
intend to have you whether you like it or not." With that, he pulled
down his boxers.
His manhood sprang out at me. He was as big as a bull! I screamed again
as I saw it, thick, red, and swollen with lust. He pushed a knee between
my legs and pried them open. I tried desperately to escape, but it was
no use. He inserted himself in between my legs, mounted me, and
viciously thrust into me. It was agony. I was completely dry, and his
huge cock rammed into me painfully. His body weight pinned me to my bed,
and he began to thrust himself rhythmically within me. I could do
nothing but lie there as my father-in-law raped me on my marriage bed.
The force of his thrusts bounced my breasts up and down, I could feel
his hot breath in my ear, and had to listen to him gasp and grunt with
pleasure as he raped me.
"Yes ... oh yes," he moaned. "I always knew you were a hot little fuck
Sheila! That boy of mine is no good, you need a real man to fuck you,"
he gasped as he began to kiss me. I shook my head violently, trying to
avoid his mouth, but he just laughed and caught my head in between his
hands and forced it still while he rained kisses on me. I beat at his
back, but it did no good. He kept on thrusting and kissing, over and
over and over again. Eventually his movements grew more frantic, and
with a final shuddering gasp, he came. I sobbed as I felt his hot seed
spurt deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, and lay there,
satiated.
After a little while, he got up. Without a further word to me, he
dressed himself, and left. I lay there on my violated marriage bed for
what seemed like hours. My mind couldn't accept what had just happened
to me. My husband's father had just raped me! The only man I'd ever been
with was Ted, and now I'd been raped by his father. This sort of thing
just didn't happen to women like me! When I finally got up I
instinctively headed straight to the bathroom and got in the shower. I
stayed in there for hours, trying to wash away the shame. When I came
out, it was dark. I looked at my bed, rumpled and stained from my rape.
I went down the hall to the guest room, crawled under the covers and
slept.
When I awoke the next morning I canceled the next week's appointments.
My face was bruised from where the Colonel had slapped me, and my thighs
were bruised from his powerful thrusts. I didn't know what to do. I
could call the police, but I realized that I'd showered away a lot of
the evidence. I cursed myself for being so stupid as to take a shower,
even if I was in shock from being raped. My bruises could be blamed on
rough sex. Back then, the victim was always blamed. And Ted ... what
would this do to him? It would kill him if he knew his father had raped
me! And, I was so ashamed. I blamed myself.
Surely I had done something to bring this on. Little incidents came to
my mind, things that had happened since Edith died. I've always been a
demonstrative person, and I'd made a pint of hugging the Colonel and
patting his arm, since he'd seemed more open to physical comfort since
Edith passed away. He'd gotten more affectionate with me, too, placing a
hand on my back while guiding me through a door, that sort of thing.
Maybe he'd thought I'd asked for it! I was only twenty years old then,
and quite naive. Maybe if I'd been older, I would have done differently.
In the end, I did nothing. The Colonel stayed away, and I hid in the
house for the next six days, sleeping in the guest room until Ted came
home. My bruises had faded by then, and I resolved to act as though
nothing had happened. Maybe we could move away, we'd talked about it
once or twice. The less I had to see the Colonel, the better. Ted didn't
notice that anything was amiss, except to wonder what had happened to
our old bedspread. I'd thrown it out. It was stained with blood from my
rape. It was hard to sleep in the bed where I'd been raped, but I did
it. Things slowly got back to normal. I concentrated on my work, and
managed to be out of the house whenever the Colonel came by. I tried to
forget.
But I couldn't. One month after my father-in-law raped me, I learned
that I was pregnant with his child. My world was collapsing around me.
I'd totally forgotten about telling my husband that he was sterile, and
had hid my rape from him. Now I was pregnant with his father's baby! I
was trapped. I even considered abortion, though it was against my
beliefs.
But how could I give birth to the Colonel's child! As it turned out, the
decision was taken out of my hands. Ted accidentally learned that I was
pregnant when my gynecologist called the house while I was out. He was
thrilled, thinking I was going to have his baby. One look at his glowing
face and I knew I could never tell him the truth. I would have his
father's baby and Ted would think it was his.
I told the Colonel myself. I went to his house, and found him sitting on
his back deck. I hadn't seen him since he'd raped me. Without any
preamble, I told him, "I'm pregnant." I'd thought he'd be scared, having
tangible evidence of his evil lust grow in my belly. I was wrong. He was
thrilled! "Why Sheila, that's wonderful!," he exulted. "Just what I'd
hoped for!" I gaped at him, horrified. "Hoped for!?!" "Why yes, my
dear," he said with a smile. "You remember our conversation on the day I
made you pregnant with my child? I wanted lots of children, but Edith
couldn't have any more after Ted. I couldn't divorce her. It's against
our religion, and besides, I wouldn't hurt Edith like that. I'd resigned
myself to having just one son, but as it turns out he was a sissy" He
stood up and loomed over me. "But when Edith died, it occurred to me
that I had choices. I could father more children."
"But why did you rape me!," I cried. "Why did you deliberately make me
pregnant with your baby! You could have found another woman, someone you
wouldn't have to rape!." He chuckled. "My dear, I'm sixty-five years
old. What young woman wants an older man like me? All I'd be able to get
is a woman past child-bearing years," He put his hands on my shoulders.
I flinched, but he gripped me tighter. "Edith told me that she was going
to ask you to tell Ted that he can't sire children. I knew you hadn't
said a word to him. Ted would have shown it, being the sissy that he is.
I watched you at Edith's funeral.
Edith's death had freed me from our wedding vows, and I could father
another child. I saw you in that tight black dress, and that's when it
crossed my mind that I could make you pregnant. It's the perfect setup.
You'll have my baby and raise it as I see fit. I'm too old to take care
of a child, but that sissy son of mine will be more than happy to change
diapers. Ted will have the sibling he always wanted, even though he
won't know it, I'll have my new child, and you will have the honor of
bearing my child for me."
It was too horrible. "I'll ... I'll tell Ted!," I said weakly. "Go
ahead," the Colonel sneered. "I'll tell him you and I were having an
affair since before Edith died. I'll tell him how you and his mother
kept the fact that he was sterile from him. He'll leave you when he
knows you're carrying his father's baby. My name will go on your baby's
birth certificate, and I'll enjoy legal rights to him. If you want to
keep your marriage Sheila, you shut up, carry my baby and let Ted think
it's his." He let go of me, and walked in the house.
I had no choice. I never told Ted that the Colonel was the true father
of my baby. The next eight months were awful. I had to live a lie,
watching Ted get excited over my pregnancy.
The Colonel proved to be as good as his word. He was constantly at the
house whenever Ted wasn't home, watching with approval as my belly
swelled bigger and bigger with his child. He made me do all sorts of
things, and threatened to tell Ted if I didn't. He made me give up my
decorating career, saying, "I'll not have the mother of my child work.
Your job is to raise my child" , while patting my bulging tummy. He
informed me that I was to send our baby to certain school when it got
older, supervised my wardrobe because he thought I dressed to sexily for
a woman who was going to give birth to his baby, and so on. Ted never
knew a thing.
Nine months to the day the Colonel raped me I gave birth to his son. It
was also the first anniversary of Edith's death. Ted was thrilled, and
it broke my heart to see how happy he was. If he only knew ... that
night, the Colonel came to my room after Ted had gone home. I was
holding our son as he came over and sat at the edge of my bed. "Give me
my boy," he said, and I complied. "Well, this is just fine," he said.
"My son looks exactly like me!." It was true, the baby did look just
like the Colonel.
"You'll name him Thomas Edward Berringer II," the Colonel told me
brusquely. "But ... Ted and I were going to name him Theodore ...."
"Absolutely not!," the Colonel roared. "This is my son, and he'll bear
my name! You tell Ted you want to name him after his 'grandfather'
missy." And so I did.
The Colonel spent a great deal of time with little Tommy, and Tommy
adored the Colonel. The old man had gotten what he wanted - a son that
was just like him. From early childhood, Tommy adored all things
military, and wanted to be just like the Colonel. As my son grew older
his resemblance to the Colonel was striking. Ted noticed this, and
thought it was cute at first, but then grew irritated when Tommy
preferred to spend time with the Colonel, rather than Ted.
The charade went on for years, until my son was twelve. Tommy and Ted
were getting along worse and worse. Tommy wanted to go to Military
school. Ted didn't want him to, but Tommy went anyway, backed up by the
Colonel. Tommy mocked Ted for being a sissy, just like the Colonel did.
I was powerless to stop any of it. I felt terrible for hurting Ted, but
I had no choice. I felt even worse when twelve years after my son was
born, Ted was killed in a plane crash. I barely remember that dark time
right after his death. All I could feel was guilt. Guilt for lying to
Ted, passing off his father's son as his, then constantly doing what the
Colonel asked. Tommy was little affected by Ted's death. His
'grandfather' was the shining star in his life, and Tommy was glad to be
able to come home from school to see the Colonel. That's all Ted's death
was to Tommy - a chance to see the Colonel.
We all went back to the house after the funeral. The Colonel informed me
that he wanted to speak to Tommy and me. I assumed it was about Ted's
estate. I sat on the couch next to my son. The Colonel stood in front of
us, cleared his throat and began to speak. "Sheila, I'm sorry that you
lost your husband. But in a way, it's for the best. The truth should
come out now." "Oh no ... don't!," I pleaded. I knew what he was
planning. He ignored me. "Tom," he said to our son, "I've got something
to tell you. Ted Berringer wasn't your father. I'm your real father. He
couldn't father children. Your mother and I fell in love thirteen years
ago, and we conceived you as the result of our illicit love. I wanted to
acknowledge you as my son, but your mother insisted we not hurt Ted.
He's gone now, and I want you to know the truth."
That bastard. He knew how much Tommy loved him. He knew Tommy would
believe him over me! Even now I could see the joy on my son's face as he
realized that his adored grandfather was really his father. But the
Colonel wasn't done. "Tommy, I loved your mother deeply, and was
thrilled when she became pregnant with my baby. She was happy to have at
least a part of me with her, a symbol of her love for me. Now that Ted's
dead, your mother and I will marry. I'm going to adopt you, and I'll
listed as your father on your birth certificate as I should have been
all along." Tommy was ecstatic.
"That's wonderful grandpa! ... I mean, Dad," he said shyly. "I think ...
I think I've always known that Ted wasn't my father. I always wished
that you were my dad, not just my grandfather, and now my wish came
true! "
And so it happened that a month after Ted died, I married his father.
Tommy gave me away, and six months later he was formally adopted by the
Colonel.
Tommy took to calling him Dad immediately. We moved away from our small
town, since everyone was gossiping about my marriage to my father-in-
law. It hurt me to realize that my beloved Ted made no impact on Tommy's
life. He never speaks of him at all, and has made up a story about how
the Colonel and I met, fell in love, and married - leaving out the part
where I was married to Ted. I had to go along with everything - the
whole lie - or lose my son.
Tommy is seventeen now, and will be enlisting in the Army next year,
which his father is extremely proud of. The Colonel and I have been
married for five years, and I understand why Edith was as broken as she
was. The Colonel is an extremely exacting man, and we live according to
his dictates. The Colonel insisted that Tommy have brothers and sisters,
and a month after we married I became pregnant again. I've been pregnant
every year since, and we now have Tommy, two more boys and two girls,
and I'm expecting our sixth child next month.
END