As Shelli began her third trimester, she grew bigger, rounder, and Frank more obsessive and demanding. She had again asked him to leave, and he had refused. Shelli left the main house and temporarily moved into the guest house with me, and though she put her things in the smaller second bedroom, each night, it was to my bed she came.
To me, Shelli was more beautiful and desirable than ever at this point in her pregnancy. Her gorgeous green eyes sparkled infectiously; her hair had grown longer, thicker, shinier and most of the time she wore it loose and cascading about her shoulders. I loved the feel of her hair, the soft feathery sensation on my groin and thighs made me delirious with desire when she nestled between my legs and sucked me lovingly.
Due to her pregnancy, Shelli was blessed with a pair of warm, full and delectable breasts that would eventually breastfeed our baby and satisfy me as well. Her tits were now very large for a petite woman like her. She had gone from an average 36B bust to a 38D, which she didn't particularly like, but I loved. Sometimes at night as she slept I would gently roll her onto her back and take one of her long hard nipples into my mouth and suck; occasionally coaxing a few drops of warm, sweet pre-milk from them. This closeness would bring back memories that would eventually turn to erotic thoughts. As I sucked harder, she would moan in her sleep which would trigger an even harder erection, and before long, that primal impulse to fuck her would take over. It would take all of the control I had to resist the urge to slide my throbbing cock into my mother's wet pussy. I didn't want to take her while she was asleep, but if the urge were strong, I would masturbate and cum on her pregnant belly and between her legs.
More than likely, she would awaken, and with half opened eyes, and in a groggy, sleepy voice say, "I'm asleep."
"Okay, go back to sleep, go back to sleep," I'd tell her in a thick, lust filled voice. When I felt her body relax, I would stroke into her, and despite her half-hearted protests, she would inevitably roll onto her side and push her ass back into my crotch allowing me to go deeper. I would fuck her slowly, unhurriedly to the point of my release with her still mumbling under her breath, "Let me sleep, no . . . I'm asleep." Her hips would fall into rhythm with my thrusting and quicker than I would have liked I would cum in a slow, oozing orgasm, filling her pussy to overflowing until it trickled out dampening the sheets beneath us.
*****
It amazes me to this day that Frank, my Dad (actually my stepdad), as far as I could tell never figured out what was happening right under his very nose. For over a year of my living there, sleeping with my mother, and eventually impregnating her he never questioned our closeness. I suspect his narcissism and extra-marital relationships may have blinded him to the real situation and reinforced his belief that Shelli was weak and would never leave or cheat on him.
I think, despite everything that had happened between them, Shelli still cared about him, but when Frank refused to move out of the house, Shelli made the decision to leave. In spite of his calls and messages, she would not return, and it was following this rejection that his actions, fueled by his bruised ego became extreme and frightening.
Several weeks after leaving him and moving out, Shelli received a video. As soon as I got home that evening, I could see she was upset and scared. Not having viewed it, she handed me the video, and we sat silently watching it. The video was taken through an unobstructed bedroom window and captured every physical detail of Shelli's pregnant body as she came out of the shower; her full milk laden breasts, which she absently squeezed and caressed as she dried herself. Her now round, taut belly that had dropped lower in preparation for the birth of our child, and as she stood in front of her mirror with her legs slightly spread, the pink petals surrounding her pussy were exposed. At this stage of her pregnancy, her pussy lips appeared soft, puffy and glistened from her natural wetness. Her clit was as usual swollen and protruding, its engorged size resembling the very tip of a man's pinkie finger. Watching that video, I could almost imagine the feel and taste of her clit between my lips.
When the video ended, we sat there looking at each other, knowing who had sent it, but not being able to prove it meant we couldn't go to the police.
I sat there cursing, wanting to confront Frank.
"I think you're over reacting, she said. Frank scared me a little at first with the video, but I don't think he would every do anything to hurt me," she said not very convincingly.
Within the next couple of days, I had an alarm system and surveillance camera installed and made her promise always to have a friend with her when she went out during the day.
"I don't trust him, Shelli; I can't put my finger on why, but I think you need to be careful of him," I said trying not to upset her more than she was already.
*****
Shelli had obtained a restraining order to keep him away from her, but that didn't stop Frank. When the papers were served, he was furious and defied them within just a few days; so seeing him blatantly watching the house made us both very nervous. To make matters worse, I couldn't get out of a previously scheduled business trip in Sacramento. Even though I would be gone only a week, I was hesitant to leave her alone and didn't want to go.
I tried to get her to stay with her parents not just during my absence, but also until after the birth of the baby, but she wouldn't agree. With her promise to be watchful, I left anticipating my return the following week. I spoke with Shelli every day, mainly to check on how she was feeling, how the baby was doing and any issues she might have had with Frank. Despite my repeated attempts, I was unable to reach her on the third day and immediately became concerned. By the fourth day when there was still no response to my calls and messages, I began checking with her friends. Finally, in a near panic, I left Sacramento and headed home.
*****
Four hours later, I pulled my car into the driveway and burst through the door calling "Shelli, Shelli, where are you?" I ran down the hall to her room and found her packing her bags.
"You know . . . I think I will go up and visit my folks for a few weeks after all," Shelli said in an emotionless voice with a quick glance in my direction.
"I kept trying to reach you, and you didn't answer. What's wrong? Is it the baby? What happened?" I asked ignoring her statement.
"Nothing happened," she said.
"You're lying Shelli!" I said, grabbing her by her shoulders and demanding to know what was wrong. She pulled away from me and began to cry quietly.
Shelli suddenly fell silent and sat down staring blankly across the room.
"Shelli, what is it?" I asked, my concern making my voice shaky. "Did Dad do something?"
