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THE FATHER-IN-LAW
By
Ars Erotica

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, 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 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".

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 am
expecting our sixth child
next month.

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