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First Published 29 August 2012

Father in Law
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Rape, Incest

Authors Note:- I decided to put myself into my father in law's mind to write this story from his point of view. I know that lots of readers like to see a sex act every five hundred words or so, or as we say, 'A Fuck A Page' story but I doubt if this one will be in that category!

Let me see, where do I start with all of this. My family, as good a place as any I suppose. I'm Ron, married to June; June is second generation Greek refugee from world war two, her family were into shipping, Greek Millionaires, her grandfather had spotted the warning signs in Germany far better than most of the British government and he had shipped his money and most of his ships out of Greek waters and over to America along with his entire family.

By nineteen forty-six there had been four deaths in the family to mobsters trying to get hold of the family's money. The family were moved all over again, this time to England, where I met June. I have no idea what she saw in me, she was a very strict Roman Catholic, rich and beautiful while I was a bit of a wide boy from Northampton, I made my money from stripping out old Air bases, not strictly kosher, but no one seemed to want them twenty years after the war had ended but the government hadn't got round to doing anything about most of the unused ones. I know exactly what I saw in her, she was rich, she had already inherited a million from her grandfather and there was an expectation of several more millions when her parents joined her grandfather.

I hadn't counted on her business savvy though, and she was savvy, she had started buying property, that is, in a way how we met, I had just removed the cables, the lead off of the roofs and the water pipe work from several buildings on an old airbase that she had bought from the government. I was caught, I was in the magistrates court, well, I was in the waiting room with my solicitor, when we were approached by her lawyer. Charges were dropped and a very fast wedding arranged between June and I.

Business savvy, things were written in such a way that I could touch very little of my wife's fortune. We had five children, all boys, then June got an infection, started out as a simple water infection but ended up much more serious and left her infertile, I already mentioned that she was religious, and as soon as the doctor told her that she was infertile, our sex life ended. Something in the good book about a man laying with a barren woman being a sin or something, anyway, she was very happy with five sons, in the Greek community, having five sons was counted as a very successful family.

When I realised just how religious she was I made it my goal to protect my sons from her religious fanaticism, in the main I succeeded with the exception of our fourth son, James. James had been born while I was setting up a little business, so my eye was off the ball as it were, it had been made very clear to me by my wife that if she passed away, all of her money would pass to our sons, I would get little or nothing of her wealth, so I skimmed a little off of the top of her bank account and started an agricultural machinery sales.

When it came time for James to go to university, I was disappointed to hear that he was going to seminary school instead of a 'normal' university. James had decided to become a priest and his mother was over the moon.

Nothing much happened for the next three years, James did very well at university, he won a prize from the bishop for being the best student of the year in his first year, well, best student, meant the highest mark in the end of year exams. He came second in the second year and was on his way to another prize at the end of the third and final year until the final assignment, the dissertation.

Dissertations had all been handed in and the students decided to have a party to celebrate the end of the seminary and the move on to their various churches to begin their real training within a parish, assigned to an experienced priest. Something happened that showed James that eight out of the ten other students and soon to be priests in his tutor group were gay, something they had managed to hide from James for three years. James hot footed it to the bishop's office to report his fellow students and was shocked to find that the bishop already knew, not only that, the bishop was happy to have gay priests.

James turned up on our doorstep at one o'clock in the morning, he had finished his studies but the student's usually worked through to the end of the week before returning home for a short holiday before moving on to their assigned parish. In the morning James and his mother had a very long talk, June was trying to convince James to return to his place in the church, he hadn't taken vows yet so could just walk away, James refused, James wasn't the kind of man who could pick and choose what he believed in and what rules he would be willing to let slide.

June lost her temper with our son, she told him that he was being written out of her will unless he returned to the church, later, June recanted and when she finally altered her will, she wrote in a clause that if James married a virgin and had a son, then he would inherit his full share of her estate on her death.

I remembered how disappointed June had been on our wedding night when I told her that my mother had gone home, June had expected my mother to remain at the wedding party until the morning after our first night together to collect our bottom sheet from her new daughter in law, I shivered at the thought of a woman handing over her nighty and sheet covered in maidenhead blood to prove to her new family that she had been a virgin.

James did a masters degree, there wasn't much work around for someone with a degree in theology outside the church or teaching, James had minored in psychology and had earned himself a double first. He got a very good Masters degree too, fortunately he had chosen to do his Masters in Business Administration, so found it very easy to get a job after that, he had chosen to go into retail. He got a position as assistant manager in a small retail company, specialising in ladies clothing, well, I had thought of that particular shop as part of a small company but, as it often is in business, there was a huge parent company above what looked like a very small one.

James started his search for a wife at the same time, he wasn't gay, his leaving the church the way he had proved that but he had never had a girlfriend in his life, so he found it very difficult to meet women in his search for a wife, he also had very stringent criteria. His future wife had to be a virgin, James had to be sure also that on his wedding day, she would be able to meet his mothers need for proof too, so she couldn't have ever ridden a horse, she couldn't have used a tampon and James needed to feel confident that she had never masturbated either.

Well, his search went on for eight years, then, he was sent to manage the large department store in Northampton town centre, he was very excited when he next saw his mother, a local girl, Isabella, was working in his store, she was in the stock room even though the personnel department had been trying to move her out onto the sales floor, "She's so shy, she just refuses to be seen out on the shop floor when the store is open, and Mother, her mother brings her into work every day and collects her every evening so there has been no chance of any hanky-panky!"

I remembered Isabella and her mother, the last time I saw them, Isabella was around eleven years old, a skinny kid, with a mop of permanently un-brushed, bright ginger hair. Her mother was a bit of a weirdo, she had devoted her life to keeping people away from her daughter and from memory, she had been very successful at it too.

The first time I saw Isabella, WOW! With a capital 'W', Isabella had grown up and how. I couldn't believe that she had agreed to go out with my son, he was no catch, overweight and definitely lacking in spark, he was bright though, he was actually very intelligent, unfortunately it was all directed towards work and God.

The bright mop of ginger hair had been toned down by time and I suspected, by a little chemical help, her eyes were steel blue in some lights and flashed a Mediterranean blue; she had also developed a very shapely body over the years too. Even though I didn't think that Isabella and James should be dating, I did look forward to seeing her whenever she visited our house for a meal. I even indulged in a little flirting with her, the fact that she never realised that I was flirting was a little disappointment to me, the fact that, even when James was there when I flirted with his supposed girlfriend, he either didn't notice or didn't care, bothered me more.

When, after just thirteen weeks, James announced that he and Isabella were going to marry, June was over the moon, I was horrified, I even got Isabella on her own and begged her not to marry my son.

We usually have a family meal on Sunday; my married sons come to dinner once a month, on different Sundays but James and Simon, as they still lived at home were there every week. James started to invite Isabella over on the third Sunday, the Sunday he would be coming with her as husband and wife after they married. I, for my part decided to try and break James and Isabella up before their wedding day.

Whenever Isabella came into my house I would kiss her, nothing strange there, I kissed everyone who visited my house, men as well as women. I would make sure James was looking and I would kiss his fiancée, not on her cheek as I did with my daughters in law but on the lips, to try and make James mad or to try and embarrass Isabella so that she wouldn't come round so often, any wedge that I could drive between them would do for me.

The first time I kissed Isabella on the lips she surprised me, surprise me a lot actually. I had expected her to pull away, to slap my face, to get mad at me, to run away but none of that happened, she just closed her eyes and stood there letting me kiss her. She didn't respond in any way at all, just closed her eyes and stood with her arms at her side.

When I realised what that meant I really wished that Isabella was Simon's girlfriend, or even the girlfriend of either of my married sons, I know, married men shouldn't have girlfriends as well as a wife but I had tried to instil in all of my children no to be selfish, if you have something good to offer, share it with as many people as you can.

Of all of my sons, James was the only one who would have no idea how to get the best out of a compliant woman, and I could tell from that first kiss that Isabella was a rare breed indeed, a fully compliant woman. As we ate Sunday Lunch, I just kept staring at Isabella, she was beautiful, even though she did nothing to enhance her beauty, she left her hair as nature intended it, she never wore makeup, she had great tits, thirty-four inch C-cup at least but you'd never know it, she dressed to hide rather than to excite.

After lunch, I decided to show my new promotional video for farm machinery, I insisted on everyone being in my 'den' to watch the film, I suggested that Isabella could sit on James's lap as there was a shortage of seats, James looked horrified, he offered to stand up so Isabella could have his seat. I pulled Isabella onto my own knee, she didn't fuss, there was no protestation, she just sat on my lap and I killed the lights and turned the projector on.

Isabella just sat there, I decided to up the ante a little, the wedding was set for six months time, so I only had six months to make Isabella run or to make James break off the engagement. I had nothing to lose so I cupped her breast, my right hand on her right breast, it was through a thick jumper, a blouse and a bra but I gave it a good old squeeze and hoped for a slapped face for my cheek.

Isabella sat there and let me palpate her breast for a good five minutes. 'Ante-up' time again, I slipped my hand up under Isabella's jumper, now I was feeling her right breast through just a thin cotton blouse and bra, again, Isabella said nothing, did nothing, didn't even make a move.

'Ante-up' time, I unfastened two buttons on the front of her blouse and put my hand inside her blouse, I was now squeezing her breast through just her bra and still she did nothing. When the film ended I pulled my hand out from under Isabella's jumper as James turned the lights back on. From James's position at the light switch, he had to see my hand slip out from under his girlfriends jumper but James said nothing either.

As the wedding day grew near I increased my physical contact with my son's girlfriend, one day when I pulled her onto my knee, in full daylight, while the family was watching a video on the TV, I rubbed Isabella's crotch through her jeans, James looked over at me, I didn't pull my hand away, I just kept on rubbing the girl through her trousers, all James said was, "Can you pass the pop-corn over please father?"

I couldn't believe that my third son was so blind or blinkered sexually. On the eve of the wedding I asked where the stag and hen parties were taking place, there were neither stag nor hen parties. I popped over to Isabella's house, her mother let me in but only because it was the day before her daughter's wedding day. I tried to see Isabella on her own but her mother wasn't keen on that idea at all. I realised that the stories about her mother keeping Isabella under constant observation were right, or is that true, yes, true was the better word.

It also dawned on me that it was probably a catch twenty-two situation, was Isabella's mother so guarding of her daughter because she could see that Isabella was so compliant and suggestible sexually or was Issy so compliant because her mother never allowed her to grow up normally?

I managed to get Isabella to show me to the door, her mother wasn't happy though, I had to be quite firm with her when I told her to sit down as it didn't take two people to show me out. I asked Issy if anyone had told her about the chicken liver trick, she shook her head. "You take a fresh chicken liver to bed with you tomorrow night, wrapped in cling-film. If there are no signs of, well, you know what I mean, use the chicken liver on the bottom sheet and on the back of the nighty." Isabella looked confused.

"Okay, I'll leave a chicken's liver in June's the en-suite bathroom, if you need it, you'll know where to look!" Isabella still looked very confused, "You do know that you and James are spending tomorrow night in June's bedroom don't you?" Issy shook her head, "We're going down to Dorset for a fortnight!" "No, there is a family tradition, you and James have to spend your first night in James's parent's bed, or in this case in June's bed, the wedding breakfast carries on in the house all night until you come down for breakfast....." Isabella's mother came out at that point and shooed me off so I couldn't explain to Issy what was going to happen after her wedding to my son.

Throughout the wedding ceremony Isabella looked confused and uncomfortable but she still went ahead with the wedding, at the wedding breakfast after, I managed to get a few minutes with Issy on her own, just long enough for her to tell me that she thought that she and James would have separate bedrooms. "Ron, this isn't a love thing, James needs a housekeeper but because he isn't a priest, he can't just live with a single woman without people thinking the worst of him, and me. I promised to cook, wash and clean for him and for that I get a roof over my head and more importantly I can escape my mother...." Sadly that was as much of a conversation as Isabella and I had before she was swept away by June and her sister's in law.

The following morning I wasn't allowed to be in the house when Isabella was welcomed into the family by the coven of women. I watched through the window as a very traumatised looking Isabella presented her new family with a brand new Egyptian cotton sheet, carefully folded to display a smear of blood to the assembled women, there was also a new white cotton nighty with a similar blood stain on it.

As soon as I could get in the house I rushed up to my wife's bedroom and through into her en-suite bathroom, the chicken's liver was still where I had left it, untouched. James took Isabella to one of his mother's cottages in Dorset, I understand that they spent the two weeks sleeping in separate bedrooms before returning to our village and a new, well, I say new, a cottage that was built in the sixteen-hundreds but that June had just had completely renovated.

On the third Sunday of the month James brought his new wife to Sunday lunch, we ate in silence, I asked Issy to help me with the dishes, even though June protested as it was Isabella's first Sunday lunch as a member of the family but I put my foot down and as people tried to come into the kitchen during the next hour I kicked them out.

Isabella really didn't want to talk about it at all. she was just so very shy, I cornered her by the sink and stood behind her rubbing my hard cock against her bottom, okay, it was through my trousers and her dress but it still felt good rubbing against her soft buttocks. Isabella didn't stop washing pots once as I rubbed up against her, I had one breast in each hand too, eventually she told me about her first night with my son.

James had told Isabella that his mother had dropped it on him that he had to spend the night in her bedroom; James had told Issy that his mother had given him no time to even warn her about the change. After the wedding breakfast James took Issy up to bed and gave her the new nighty and that was when he told her about the presentation of the virgin bride ritual that Isabella would have to go through the next day before breakfast.

James had made it sound like it was all a total surprise to him but that he had to break her virginity to prove to his mother that it was a proper marriage. "Did he make you cum? Give you any pleasure at all?" I felt Issy shiver through my hands and my cock, there was a whispered "No! No pleasutr, he just pinned me down and hurt me!" Then after a few minutes, "He just pulled my knickers to one side...he just put it in and took it back out again...it hurt a lot, he didn't even kiss me!"

Once the pots were finished, I took Isabella into my den to watch the Sunday film as usual and as usual there was only one seat left to sit on. I sat on it and Isabella just sat on my knee without my asking or telling her too. I told Simon to put the lights off and close the curtains, it did help with the resolution on the large CRT screen, in those days there were no forty-eight inch HDTV screens so the larger CRT screens often looked washed out in a sunny room.

I eased the side of Isabella's dress up and slipped my right hand under it at the side, fortunately she didn't have an underskirt or slip on under her dress so for the first time in nine months, I felt Isabella's cotton knickers, she happily allowed me to push her legs open and she allowed me to rub the crotch of her panties against her cunt. I told Simon to turn the sound up more and as soon as the sound was loud enough to cover it, I gave Issy a long and deep climax as she sat on my knee within a few feet of her husband of just three weeks and the rest of her new family.

After a year of my flirting and secretly looking after Isabella's needs, James informed her that his mother had told him that if he didn't provide her with a grandson she would cut him out of her will. James joined Isabella in her bedroom and he just fucked her in the most clinical way possible. In the dark, James joined Isabella in her bed, he lifted the front of her nighty and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and just fucked her as if it were a business meeting, he was just interested in dumping his seed in the right place as soon as possible.

I, of course, forced Isabella to tell me all about it. Exactly four weeks later James did exactly the same thing, fucked his wife in exactly the same way, that was repeated six times, the sixth time was superfluous as Issy was already pregnant but didn't know it. Isabella produced a beautiful daughter, James wanted to call her Mary but Issy named her Amy, Issy chose the name as it was just an R different to what James had wanted and a little jumbled up. Issy started to keep away from me a little as she threw herself into looking after her daughter.

On Amy's first birthday James joined Issy in her bed once again, he fucked her in the same way that he had to produce Amy, the second month, James visited Issy in her bed every night for a week, the week that she was at her most fertile, the third month, the same thing and again on the fourth month. By the fifth month, James visited his wife on each of her fertile days, so they had sex every night for two weeks. In total James and Issy had sex just thirty-two times before she found that she was pregnant again. I managed to get it out of her that during every one of those thirty-two times she had sex with James; he hadn't got her close to an orgasm.

I knew from personal experience that I could give Isabella an orgasm in just a few minutes and usually a few minutes is all she would give me to play with her, she had two children now to hide behind.

Amy and Laura shared a birthday party as they were just a few weeks short of two years apart. At Amy's third and Laura's first birthday party I asked Issy if James had started trying for the next child. Issy looked shocked, "No way, two kids at the moment are more than I can cope with!"

Issy told me each time that James had tried to join her in bed and she had refused him, she had been to the chemists and brought a packet of condoms, she offered him a condom but he had refused, Issy even told me that she had offered to give him oral sex if he was just horny, I laughed at that. "He isn't horny, he's not wired like me, I'm always horny, he's still under instructions from his mother for a grandson before she dies. By the way, I'm horny if you're offering oral sex!" Issy replied with a devilish look in her eye, "I think I hear Laura. I have to go and pick her up!"

The phone call came as a surprise, it was June's private number but she was out, James was phoning his mother from the local police station, his call should have been to his solicitor but his mother was a much better person to get on side if you were in trouble. I actually put the call through to the top lawyer in Northampton on James's and his mother's behalf even though I felt like telling the police to lock my son up and throw away the key when I heard what James had done.

I actually got the full story from Issy before James's lawyer and mother even got in to see him. Issy had refused him sex the previous evening so James had waited until three o'clock in the morning and he slipped into Isabella's bedroom, he uncovered her without waking her, he cut a triangle out of the front of her nighty with scissors before cutting across the crotch of her knickers. Then James knelt on what was left of the front of Isabella's nighty to hold her legs in place and dropped his full weight on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. Within five minutes it was all over and by three-thirty the police were interviewing James while the rape support unit was going through the evidence collecting routine with Isabella.

To get Isabella to drop the charges against James, June had to sign the cottage Isabella shared with James and the kids over to a trust, the covenant stated that if James tried to have sex with Isabella without getting her permission beforehand, James would have to leave the house and Isabella would get sole ownership of the property.

June persuaded Issy not to take the morning after pill, just in case and Issy thought that as it had taken thirty-two time so get her pregnant twice, she was relatively safe. We call the result of that night...William.

I had to beef up security in Issy's bedroom. I had a telephone line installed in her room for emergency purposes and replace her bedroom door with an exterior grade door with a stout lock as well as bolts, top and bottom, I even installed a more flimsy, latch type lock, it wouldn't keep anyone out of her bedroom on its own but it would keep her door closed while she was out and if anyone forced the door open, she would be able to see it from a distance

I called on William's first birthday, June and James had taken the three kids on a combined birthday trip to Whipsnaed Zoo. William's birthday was between his sisters, so there were three kids with just one real birthday. I asked Issy if she had thrown the condoms away that she brought before William came along. She shook her head, "They'll be out of date by now!" Issy looked confused, she went to her room and returned, looking at the back of the packet, "No, they still have two years left!" I took the package, "You never can be too careful, you should really use them in the first year!"

I opened my trousers and rolled one of the condoms, meant for James, down my cock. I pulled Issy onto my lap and she just sat there and let me pull her knickers off, she even opened her legs for me to make it easier to get my cock in her cunt, the most responsive she had been in the six years I had known her. I fucked her until the condom was full, and Issy had fifteen orgasms, she was passive until about the fifth, that orgasm caused her cunt to spurt and soak my trousers and the floor well away from us and then she went wild, I gave her five orgasms, she gave herself the other ten.

Over the next few weeks Isabella and I used the other two condoms from that first box. I visited a month later when I knew that James would have all three kids in church and Issy would be alone at home, I took a box of ten condoms and handed it to her, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom, she opened her bedside cabinet and put my box with the chemists display pack holding one hundred and forty-four condoms.

Amy is nine years old, and Isabella and I are coming to the end of our third display pack in six years.

4,954 Words.

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