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Father-In-Law
By Ars Erotica (no address)

***

A young woman weds the man of her dreams only to find 
out that he's sterile and that his father, an ex-army 
colonel has plans to overcome that inconvenience. (MF, 
nc, rp, v)

***

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 week-long 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, and 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've been 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 our 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."

The bastard 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 be 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 other year since, and 
we now have Tommy, two more boys and two girls, and am 
expecting our sixth child next month.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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