Rj And Lissa Ch 01

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.

Do I say something about that being highly inappropriate, or do I pat him on the back and tell him I hope he got the job done!

I decided being the dad was probably the better choice here, so I clearly told him that for the rest of the trip, they could no longer be under the same blanket together, and if they were covered up under their own blankets, hands needed to be above, so they were clearly visible. I saw he clearly knew I knew what was going on because we had that type of relationship where we talk and nothing is off limits.

We talked briefly, went on stretching our legs, and grabbing some food before we all climbed back in for the next few hours of our trip. The rest of the trip was back to singing, laughing, and just having a good time-- but then, there was also clearly some tension in the air between the two lovers. They stayed on their own side of the car, and didn't talk much amongst themselves.

We finally arrived in Missouri, and everyone got checked in at the hotel. The group decided that once we got checked in and situated in our rooms, we would all meet at the hotel pool to let the kids burn off some energy. We had decided that the girls would stay in one room, and my son and I would stay with another guy in his room. So, we all went to our rooms to get situated.

My son put on his trunks, and we headed to the pool while the girls did the same. We all got to the pool and all the kids were having a blast. Lissa showed up in her very modest swimsuit, one of those suits that was a two-piece, but looked like a one-piece that was high on the neck and clearly didn't show anything.

You could tell that she was clearly upset or annoyed with my son. During their brief dating to this point, this was a common occurrence. They were always upset or had some kind of drama going, so this was no different.

A few hours passed, and the pool was closing, so we all decided to head back to our rooms and change, then meet up to play games or watch a movie in someone's room. My son changed and then said he was going to the lobby to catch up with another friend who had arrived. A big group of people from another state were staying at the same hotel, so my son was looking forward to meeting up with some of those friends he knew.

I decided that after the long drive, I was just going to lie down for a few, to relax some, and then I would head to the lobby to join the rest of the group. Our group loved board games; not your usual, but the more complex, the better for us. We settled in for a game of Ticket to Ride, and a little bit later, I noticed my son wasn't around-- and neither was Lissa.

Lissa's parents were very conservative, and I knew if something happened between our kids on my watch, they would blame me for not being diligent enough, keeping eyes on them. I decided I needed to go search for them. I knew they weren't in the girls' room because my wife had just come back from there, so I started by checking my room.

When I got to the room, no son, so I took a piss, while thinking about where they could be. I headed back downstairs and checked the workout room, but they were not there, either. I headed towards the pool, and that was where I found them.

My son was sitting in one of the lounge chairs, and she was sitting with her back to him, while leaning back against him. She was still in her swimsuit, and had her arms up wrapped around my son's neck. He had his arms around her. He had his right hand down the bottoms of her suit and was playing with her little pussy, while his left hand was under the top of her suit, playing with her little titties.

I should have busted in and broken it up, but for some reason, I just stood there, looking through the door's window, watching them since I hadn't entered the pool area yet. After a few minutes, my cock was hard, and I decided I needed to go rub one out.

I went back to our room, pulled my cock out, and just thought about what it would be like to be my son. To have her at total submission and allowing me to have my way with her. To know how good her young virgin pussy must feel; how good her perky small tits must taste; how I then had the desire to have my thick cock deep inside of her.

I was thinking, how do I handle thinking this way of my son's girlfriend and my friend's daughter?

I just couldn't believe this had happened here on my watch, and if her parents were to find out, they would be so pissed. But what could I do? It wasn't like I could babysit them all weekend, plus they were eighteen and twenty years old, so this probably wasn't the first time they had fooled around.

This was the start of a journey that would lead me to know more about, desire, and fantasize about this twenty-year-old young woman more than I had ever dreamed.

Part 2 is coming soon, and I look forward to telling the story of the evolution of my relationship with Lissa and my son. 'Til next time!