© 2017 Sal De Klerk, All Rights Reserved
Edited by ElmerStudd
Authors Note:
I love the premise of mom taking a road trip on her son's lap. There are a lot of those stories posted here. For months I searched for the opposite dynamic, a daughter on her dad's lap. I couldn't find one, so I wrote it. I intended to write a one-part story for a quick stroke, but it turned into a multi-chapter story.
Warning:
This story contains adult content including father-daughter anal sex. If this isn't your knid of smut, please find something else to read.
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So we never really talked about the boys, Benny, Kenny, and Lenny; they were triplets, IDENTICAL triplets. Usually, if you spend enough time around identical twins or triplets, you will learn to tell them apart. That was not the case with our boys. Only their mom was able to tell them apart. She was the only person they could never fool.
Being the pranksters they were, they pulled the old switcheroo more than once. They thought it was funny, and I admit sometimes it was, but not when it came to school. The school happened to catch them one day and we found out that they had been taking each other's classes for years. Benny the math guru, Kenny, the science nerd, and Lenny, with his gift for languages. They ended having to repeat a year of school with each of them going to a different school to ensure they took their own classes. They graduated back in May and immediately following the wedding they had to head to college for freshman orientation.
After we all took a shower and were ready to start the day, my phone rang. I saw it was Kenny calling. "Hello?" I said, knowing he never called me. Kenny was a mommas boy.
"Hey pops, I need a favor. I left my computer there and I need a file from it. Can you go to my room and save the PDF file called College Forms to my google drive."
"Yeah I can do that," I told him. Is there a password on your computer?"
"I'll text it to you," he replied.
"Don't you need it at school? Should I FedEx it to you?" I asked.
"Naw, we'll be home this weekend, I can get it then. Thanks pops, I got to go. A hottie just walked in," he said, hanging up.
I hung up the phone and went to the room the boys had shared since they were born. When they became teens we built an addition so they could have their own rooms. They decided to stay in one room. At least I got a man cave and Missy got an in-home yoga studio.
I saw the laptop on the desk, opened it, and logged in. I saw Kenny had left his GMail open and an email from Benny was open. I read it, shocked at the contents. Benny had been dating the same girl, Brianna, for two years now. The other two were love 'em and leave 'em types who never dated a girl for more than two or three weeks. Benny and Kenny had made a bet, and Benny lost, so they were setting up a plan to have Kenny sleep with Kayla, Benny's long time girlfriend.
Reading the email further, I found that Lenny had already slept with her more than once. My boys didn't only swap places in school, they swapped bedmates. I was far from a prude, but it seemed wrong for them to do this, at least wrong to not tell the girl. I made a mental note to talk to the boys when they were home this weekend. Thinking that what they were doing might be illegal.
I closed Kenny's email, found the document, and saved it to his cloud account. Once it was uploaded, I shut down his computer and headed down to the garage to take the swag, stuffed into my wife's car, over to Kelli and Dave's Condo.
While we were ferrying the presents into the condo, Missy's phone rang.
"Hello?" she said puzzled, mouthing toward me "it's Kelli."
"Oh baby, that sucks. I'm so sorry. Of course, we can pick you and Dave up. Text me the info. And I'll see you soon."
"What's up?" I asked.
"Dave got called back to work. Something about a hostile takeover." Missy said to me.
"Fuck, Kelli must be pissed. I mean she had to postpone her wedding twice for his job, now their honeymoon is cut short." I said.
"Yeah, she's not happy. But she loves him, and he is a good man. Hopefully, this is not a harbinger of things to come." As she put down the last of the brightly colored packages.
"Hey babe, I have an idea," I leered at her.
Missy laughs, "No way! We are not christening Dave and Kelli's bed. Let them use it first," she said as her phone chimed. "Flight arrives tomorrow at 8:40 am. Dave has to go straight to the office, so you need to pick up Kelli since I have to work."
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I pulled up to the arrival side of the airport a little before nine am, knowing that it would take time for Kelli and Dave to make their way through the airport and collect their luggage. It wasn't until 9:20 or so that I saw my baby girl and her husband walk out of the baggage claim and start looking for me. I tooted my custom horn and the air was filled with a klaxon from a World War II submarine about to dive.
I chuckled as everyone in the area jumped at the sound and Kelli and Dave headed toward me, Dave shaking his head while Kelli giggling. One of the reasons I loved her was we had the same warped sense of humor. She walked up to me and we hugged like we always have. I never thought about it before, but we hugged more like lovers than father/daughter. After the last few days, I was more aware of her breasts pushing into me, the sweet smell of her hair, and how sexy she was. I had to step back faster than I wanted because I didn't want her to notice I was swelling in my pants.
Kelli climbed into the passenger seat, while Dave and I shook hands and loaded the luggage. Once everything was in the truck, Dave got into a cab to head to the office as Kelli and I settled in for the drive to their new home.
"You need some breakfast or a drink," I asked, planning on stopping before getting on the toll road to avoid paying the hyper-inflated prices at the service centers.
"No, Thank you, daddy. We had a big breakfast before we got on the plane," Kelli answered.
"So how was the honeymoon," I asked, curious about things dads aren't supposed to know about their daughters.
"Fine!" Keli told me, showing me how annoyed she was at Dave and cutting their honeymoon short. "He's probably going to be leaving for Liechtenstein in the next few days. Can you fucking believe it? He worked six days a week, ten or more hours a day, for a year, so we could have a three-week honeymoon. Then on day two a single phone call and the asshole tells me the honeymoon's over cuz he has to work. Then on the flight home, he tells me he may have to leave for a week or more. I refuse to be a widow to his goddamn job!" Kelli starts venting to me.
I glanced over at her in sympathy, "I'm so sorry baby. That sucks."