This is a true story of my journey as a father of a 18 year old son to me discovering his girlfriends sexual side and more about her than any potential father-in-law should know. This will be the first of 3 parts and I look forward to sharing my evolution with you all! Thank you to Kenji for making the much needed edits and making my story flow! Enjoy and I look forward to the comments!
The time of year had come when the Clarks and a few of our friends were on the way to Missouri to attend a church event. This has become a tradition and happened twice a year for the past several years. The group had become close friends, and we all had kids around the same age. All of us enjoyed the same things, so we were all looking forward to spending the next few days-- watching the kids compete in games, staying up late hanging out playing games ourselves and just enjoying our time together as a group.
Although this trip was a lot of work, our friend group always loved getting together and just doing stuff together. There were two other families other than ours, who we would caravan with. One of them has three kids all around my daughter's age, and the other two young adults going without their parents for the first time.
We are the Clark family, I am Ryan, and have two kids with my wife Leigha-- RJ, our eighteen-year-old son has a personality that everyone is attracted to, no matter their status, male or female. He was always the life of the party. Our daughter, May, the more reserved of the two, was happy being the fly on the wall.
We had all decided to meet at our home and May and her friends wanted to ride together in another car, as usual, so in our car, we had RJ, RJ's girlfriend Lissa, Lissa's younger sister Eli, my wife and myself. We knew it was going to be a long drive, but everyone was excited to get on the road. RJ and Lissa got in, taking the middle row of my Chevy Traverse, and Eli was happily sitting in the very back third row.
Lissa was a petite little thing at five-foot-four and probably weighing in at a hundred pounds on a good day. She wore size zero and her chest followed suit with the rest of her, I would guess they were small A-cups.
This was going to be a special trip for our family as well, since our son had decided to join the military and would be leaving in a few short months. My son had been working out, so he was six feet and 160 pounds of piss and vinegar. We knew this would be the last trip with him, so we were relishing our time together.
We were having a great time, and we loved Lissa and Eli, and thought of them as part of our family. Their parents and us had been friends for years, so we had watched these two girls, along with their other siblings, grow up. They were both sweet, kind, and had huge hearts for people. I often thought you could say their family is the definition of salt-of-the-earth people.
Lissa, being so small, was always cold, even if it was in the middle of summer here in the Midwest, where the temperatures easily get in the eighties and was very humid. This day was no different, so she had on her usual black sweatpants and oversized hoodie and was cuddled up next to our son under a blanket while they slept. I knew my son had been up late studying, and usually didn't sleep well anyway, so it was not unusual for him to sleep while on car rides. Lissa had also been sick the week before, so I also knew she was probably worn out.
I was enjoying the drive when I noticed in my rearview mirror that Lissa was trying to get more comfortable and moving around some. I didn't think anything of it; after all, we were in the car several hours at this point, and it was not like the middle seats in a Traverse were that comfortable. So I kept on driving while talking to my wife.
A few more miles down the road, I started to notice that the blanket Lissa was covered with was also moving, while she appeared to be asleep. I noticed that Lissa seemed to be uncomfortable because she was slightly moving around and adjusting her blanket. I then noticed that this was not from her being uncomfortable, but it looked like, maybe, my son, or herself, was possibly playing with her pussy and she was shifting around due to that.
To say I was shocked was an understatement. Lissa had grown up in a very conservative household, where the rules were strict and I knew for a fact, she was a virgin. I also knew my son was her first serious boyfriend and they had only been dating for a few weeks at this point. My son had also been raised much the same way as her, just not quite as strongly, but he knew what our expectations were in his relationships with girls. She was also his first serious girlfriend, so I knew young love was in the air.
As I drove, I kept watching the rearview mirror while also thinking in my head not to jump to conclusions because surely, they wouldn't do something like that with my wife, her younger sister, and me sitting just a few feet away. I knew Eli would quickly rat her sister out, if she knew or saw them messing around. I was lost in thought as the miles went by, but it became clear to me, she was clearly getting pleasured.
I could see her facial expressions of pleasure. I could tell her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, her tiny mouth was clearly silently moaning, and I could clearly tell that all she wanted, at that moment, was to let out a loud moan! I just could not believe what I was witnessing-- my son pleasuring his girlfriend right under my nose. Talk about distracted driving!
I couldn't say that this didn't have an effect on me; I noticed that my cock was getting a little hard, but being the dad, I tried to keep it under control. By the time they were done, I would say ten minutes tops, it was clearly young love.
Then, it was about lunch time. I could tell she was clearly somewhat satisfied, or at least done with my son trying, since she had sat back up on her side of the car, so I guessed this was as good a time as any to stop. We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, and everyone climbed out from the car.
As my son and I were walking to the restaurant, I was torn.
