Bizarre Weekend Pt1

Van Trip

We're heading down the motorway from the northeast of England where we live towards the county of Lincolnshire which is further down the east of the country.

My traveling companion is Gemma.
Gemma is entertaining herself alternating between playing with her phone, reading a magazine and rolling and smoking spliffs.


I’ve got the windows open. I like to get stoned myself but not when I’m driving.
Well not since the time I went on autopilot and locked-on to the car in front. Ended up following this guy home, and this guys home was a village in the middle of nowhere. The poor bloke must have been panicking thinking he was being stalked by a zombie!
Took me ages to find and get back on the main road.

The only distraction I have today is a pair of lush teenage legs which stretch from under a black, half buttoned-up denim skirt to a pair of trainers resting on top of the dash.

"Andy, do I have nice legs?" Gemma asks.

"I can’t answer that sort of question, I’m a gentleman I'll have you know".

"Yeah right" she replies.

"And what’s that supposed to mean young lady?" I say.

"You've had your eyes on my legs since we set off!".

"Gemma, I can assure you I don’t need to look at your legs while I’m concentrating on driving, -I’ve seen it all before".

"You have not seen it all. You haven't seen my tits or my minge!...well not properly anyway"

Gemma’s right, the only parts of her body I haven’t had the pleasure of setting eyes on directly are her tits and her cunt.
She likes to wander around the house in just her bra and knickers, and the times she does wear clothes it’s usually a flimsy t-shirt and a tight pair of leggings, or a short skirt when she always seems to be looking for something in the drawer on the bottom of the TV unit. Bent over displaying her gorgeous arse. She doesn't wear them boring "big knickers" either, it’s always either a thong or g-string.
My favorites are her white see-thru lacy numbers. Gemma doesn’t usually shave her minge, but she keeps it nicely trimmed. There’s nothing better than seeing that dark inverted triangle through her practically transparent underwear. Her young firm bra-cradled tits are also a sight to behold, neither ridiculously massive or tiny. Her bras are also usually see through, barely covering her tan-coloured areolas and nice pert nipples.

Gemma is the eighteen year old daughter of Laura. Laura and me have an open relationship based on two conditions. The first being that when we shag someone else it’s only to be for sex, the other being we always tell each other. No secrets.

I don’t live with Laura and Gemma, I’m probably there once or twice a week when Laura wants a fuck, a suck or her twat licked.
Or if she’s wanting some jobs doing... I'm a self-employed gardener/handyman.

"Do you enjoy seeing my daughter wearing next to nothing Andy?" Laura once asked me.

"Of course I fucking do. Which red-blooded hetrosexual male wouldn't?" I replied.

"As long as it keeps this little fella happy" she said as she unzipped me and gets my hard prick out.

Seemed to me Laura also enjoyed her daughter wandering around the house in just her undies!

Like the Saturday morning I woke up alone in Laura’s room. Laura slept in the bedroom at the rear of the house. I opened the curtains to see what the weather was like and was greeted with the sight of two pairs of fantastic teenage peaches. Gemma and her friend were sunbathing in very skimpy bikinis lying facedown on loungers in the backyard. They had also undone the straps of their bikini tops.

I stood there mesmerized by the glorious sight, my dick had taken notice aswell.

"Nice view Andy?" Laura had heard me getting out of bed, came upstairs and was now in the bedroom.

"Certainly is” I said with a grin on my face.

She came up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“I see what you mean, it’s a lovely sight” she said as she moves in front of me and plays with my dick behind her back. “Get your cock inside me Andy, I’m wanting a good fuck as we’re both perving over my daughter and her friend”. She then bends over guiding my dick inside her dripping minge.

So I’m standing ogling two gorgeous teen bums, whilst giving the mother of one of those teens, who’s also enjoying the view, a damned good back scuttling!

The time I almost got a glimpse of Gemmas fanny was when I was mowing the lawn at Lauras and used the toilet upstairs. When I came back out of the bathroom I was greeted with a wonderful sight.
Cupboard space is sparse in Laura’s so someone had fitted a false ceiling on the landing and knocked through the stud walling above the bedroom doors and made the voids into storage space. Storage space only accessible by standing on a step-ladder in the bedroom doorway, facing onto the landing. Which is exactly what Gemma was doing at that very moment.

Was it chance or design? I suspected the latter.

Gemma was not only standing on the top step, she was also having to stretch that lovely body of hers. She could only be seen from her waist down and was wearing a white t-shirt over a pale pink loosely pleated mini-skirt, complete with white knee-length socks and a pair of trainers. I moved closer for an even better view.
I inched towards the steps and positioned myself so I could see right up her skirt. As if Gemmas silky smooth teen legs weren’t enough, I feasted my eyes on a black lacy thong hugging her nicely trimmed bush. I also couldn’t resist taking out my phone and getting a few delicious upskirt pics.

“Hi Andy, I know you’re there, I heard you coming upstairs but not going back down again”.

“Hi Gemma, no flies on you” I said sheepishly.

“Nope, but seeing as you’re here can you steady these steps? They seem a bit rickety” Gemma replied.

“No probs” I said. They felt solid enough to me.

I was standing pretending to secure a pair of steps with one hand and playing with my cock with the other.

“Are you looking up my skirt?”.

“Wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing Gemma. I wouldn’t dream of looking up your skirt and getting a fantastic eyeful of your little black lacy see-through knickers”.

“Thought you might be” said Gemma.

“Of course I'm looking up your skirt, as you well know. I’ve also taken some pictures”.

“You’ve got some photos of my knickers??”

“Yep, upskirt frontals and some of your delightful bum”.

“You’re just a fucking pervert” said Gemma.

“...and it wasn’t for us perverts, you exhibitionists wouldn’t have anyone to flash at”.

“Fair point ...no doubt you’ll be having a good wank over them pics later”.

“Probably, but first I’ll have to finish the wank I’m already having”.

“You’re standing jerking? I don’t believe it
...well I do actually”.

“Are you really playing with yourself?” Gemma adds after a long pause.

“Well, there’s only one sure way you're going to find out”.

“Very funny, but I really don’t want to see you wanking -that’s if you are wanking, thank you very much mister”.

“That’s up to you but you’ll be forever wondering whether I was standing here stroking my big throbbing dick, whilst getting off at the beautiful sight of your lush teen legs and skimpy knickers which are barely covering your moist hairy twat
...or whether I was just standing talking a load of crap”.

“Knowing you it could be either...and what makes you think my twat is moist?”

“Your twat is always moist when I’m in the vicinity”.

“Yeah right...if you say so. Anyway whatever it is you’re doing, can you hurry-up and go, cause yes I am all moist now you’ve got me all horned-up and I’m wanting to make myself cum...in private.

“If you want to play with your young clitoris through your knickers, I’ll spill my load a lot quicker, probably instantaneously. Then after I’ve came and gone you’ll be able to get your fingers up your cunt and give yourself a right good tossing-off.

“Mmm...not sure...oh, okay” said Gemma, feigning reluctance.

She hitched up her skirt and brought her fingers into play slowly, gently, massaging her quim through the front of her scant thong. The sight I was taking in was doing its job nicely, my cock getting harder almost coming which I manage to hold back- I wasn’t going to shoot my muck too early!

“This skirts getting in the way” Gemma said as she unbuttoned it and took it off, as she was doing this she turned herself 90 degrees. “Do you want to see my bum?”

That was it, Gemma standing wanking herself at eye-level in just her panties and the curvature of her gorgeous teen bum proved too much.

“Quick” Gemma said, “you better use this, don’t want spunk all over the bedroom carpet, those stains take some getting out...so I’ve been told” and she handed me down an old jiffy bag.

“Oh... fucking hell, jeez” is all could say, emptying my balls into the padded envelope.

“Well young Gemma, that’s probably the best wank I’ve ever had” I said as I zip myself up.

“Pleased to be of satisfaction, I nearly came myself. So if you can now kindly fuck-off, I’m going to have myself a proper wank”.

“Have fun” I said walking back down the stairs.

Laura already knew all about it when I later mentioned it…she’d followed me upstairs and got the whole thing on vid!



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In the van, I grab this opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. "True, I haven't seen your tits or your fanny, but I've always wondered what it was all about".

"What's what all about?" Gemmas sucks on her spliff, playing innocent.

"Don't get me wrong, I love it when you parade your body and I'm not suggesting you stop, but is there any particular reason you do it? It's got me intrigued".

She sits thinking.

"Started as a daft dare sort of thing. I was always able to just come down stairs without thinking about what I happened to be wearing" Gemma starts. "But when you were in the house I had to remind myself to put on a pair of leggings, or whatever. It was something I wasn’t used to, as for a long time there was only me and mam.

Understandable, I thought.

"I was talking to my friend Caitlin, about it on the phone, and she said she was surprised I bothered putting bottoms on just to go downstairs as she had always known me as a bit of an exhibitionist! Which I was, I was always the one who used to hang upsidedown on the climbing frame in the playpark, with my skirt down in front of me, my knickers on show, for all the boys to see. Doing handstands was another one I liked, I also liked the feeling I got between my legs when I knew boys were getting an eyeful.
I remember the time Caitlin dared me to do a handstand wearing no knickers.
I can never resist a dare, even more so if it involves exposing myself. I'll try anything at least once...as long as it isn't going to get me into serious trouble. So I whipped off my panties, did a quick handstand and quickly put them back on.
The feeling was even better with no knickers, the effect of the cool air rushing over my fanny lips was something else".

"Anyway, Caitlin dared me to go downstairs in just my bra and knickers. I liked the idea, I was up for it, but I still wasn't sure. I think mam had popped to the shops so you were just sitting downstairs by yourself. Obviously, I wasn't sure what your reaction would be, one concern was that you would tell mam.
I always tell mam everything, sometimes she's a bit shocked by some of the things I share but she rarely tells me off about anything, just gives me advice. I don't like keeping her in the dark about anything, a fact which she's told me she appreciates. I decided to see what she said when I told her about my plan, then take things from there.
I told Caitlin that I would probably do the dare, perhaps not that night, and I would keep her updated.
Later the same night you had gone home so I told mam about Caitlins dare.

"What was your mams reaction?"

"At first, she didn't say anything, just sat with a smirk on her face. Then she tells me that it will be hilarious and your face will be a picture".

"So the scene was set, as they say. Mam told me when she was expecting to see you next -the following Friday, which was four days time. They were four long days, I was dead excited about my upcoming stunt. Finally Friday night arrived and I phone Caitlin, and we used one of them apps which enabled her to see it as it was happening. Id already asked mam for a large glass of wine to calm my nerves a little. She then went downstairs into the sitting room where you are, and waited for my performance".
I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, I'd decided to wear smooth black satin panties, there were one or two spiders legs peeping out which I trimmed off. A matching bra and I was ready.
I turned on the phone and aimed it at the mirror to get a shot of myself then walked downstairs pointing the phone in front of me. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, my heart was pounding and I thought "it's now or never", so I just opened the living room door and waltzed in!
My plan was to walk through the living room and into the kitchen with my phone up in front of me as if I was reading a text, but I could see you through on the screen!"

"You had a casual glance away from the telly, then you looked again, not believing your eyes, which quickly scanned my knickers then up to my bra, then you quickly diverted your eyes back to the telly.
I moved the camera onto mam who was sitting with her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh and give the game away".

"All very amusing I'm sure", I say.

"The feeling was amazing, when I reached the kitchen I texted Caitlin: I did it! Caitlin texted back: I know, I was watching! I sent another: It was fantastic...I feel horned-up, I'll have to get back upstairs to bring myself off, to which Caitlin replied: Go for it gal. I grabbed a clean T-shirt out of the washing basket to make it look as if I really had come downstairs for something, then walked back through as you know. I've never ran upstairs so quickly!"

"I heard you running pretty quick back up the stairs, which only reinforced my suspicions".

"Did you know it was a set-up?" asked Gemma.

"Not immediately, it was the lack of action from your mam which give it away! The mad thing is, I'd had a couple of spliffs, so I was pretty stoned when it was going on. Surreal isn't the word".

I continued. "I was thinking what my move should be, I could feel your mam watching me, she'd sat in a way that she could see my face, but I couldn't see hers. I finally got up from my chair to go into the kitchen and looked at your mam who was trying desperately to keep a straight face. All I could think of saying was: that poor lass got no clothes to wear?".

Gemma says: “Mam says me walking about with my body on display usually leads to you giving her a good fucking”.

"Is that right?" I say casually.

"Certainly is" she says smirking.

“She asks you to get your kit off whenever she’s after a good shag? Is that what you’re saying?”

"No, she just mentioned it when we were talking about stuff.

Not only was Laura very open and broad minded, but with there being only sixteen years between them, they behaved more like sisters than mother and daughter.

"So what other bits of stuff did you discuss?" I ask

"Ooh, I was sworn to secrecy" she teases.

I knew she'd be dying to tell me more.

"Come on Gemma...no good telling half a tale".

"We'd had a few drinks, it was just the other night and we started talking about sex. Mam asked me about my boyfriends etc, so I decided to ask her about you".

"Err, what about me exactly?"

After a long pause she came out with: "I asked her what you are like in bed".

I’m getting an erection.

Despite our 20 year age difference Gemma and myself get on like a house on fire.
She acts older than her age, and I act younger than my age, we're into the same sort of music and we have a similar sense of humour. Oh, and like her mam... she's obsessed with sex!

"So" I say, "What did your mam tell you about when you asked her what I was like in bed?"

It's the first time I’ve seen Gemma be hesitant.

"Come on Gemma, spill the beans, I know you're not shy".

She finally starts talking.

"Well... you like lots of foreplay, rather than a quick in and out.
You ask her to leave her knickers on while you play with her clit, so they get nice and wet. Then you sometimes keep them to sniff when you're alone playing with yourself. You love her sitting on your face while you mouth and lick her fanny.
She mentioned you've a rather large dick. You usually manage to fuck for ages before you cum and your favourite position is doggy style while you play with her tits.
Oh, you like wearing stockings and sussies".

"...and I’m a better fuck after you’ve done your bit", I pipe in.

"and you’re a better fuck after I’ve done my bit", Gemma finishes.

I sit thinking for a while. My dick was well hard after sitting listening to this sexy young temptress describing her mams and my sex life. "Well Gemma, that was most... interesting".
I make a mental note of the fact that Gemma had been expressing interest in my bedroom prowess...

We drive in silence apart from the music playing on the CD player.

Gemma’s getting stuck into her spliff.

"This stuff always gets me so horny, esp after what we've been talking about.
What would you do if I lifted my skirt, opened my legs, and started playing with my minge" teases Gemma.

My dick is at breaking point.

"Id ask if you needed a hand. We'll be reaching a service station shortly so while I go for a piss, you can sit and toss yourself off til your knickers are dripping wet".

"Great ...then you can have them for your collection" she said giggling.

"Although it doesn’t look like I'm the only one who's in need of a good wank" she said looking at the bulge in my pants.

We pull into the service-station.

"Oh my gawd! Will you take a look at that? What a gorgeous fucking pair of arses!" I say, trying to wind Gemma up.
Two young teens were walking over the carpark at a forty-five degree angle towards the double doors of the main building.
Aged about sixteen, they were both wearing similar white tight mid-riff t-shirts, Their ample tits partly visible from our veiwpoint, slim waists, nice shapely hips holding up designer jeans that were hugging the most perfect posteriors.
They could be sisters, maybe even twins.

"If only I was twenty years younger" I say, "I’d have them both in the back of this van...no problem".

"Couple of blonde bimbos, probably as thick as pigs shit...right up Andys street".

Is that a hint of jealousy coming from Gemma? I wonder. I also doubt it very much.

"Less of your lip madam, I'll take you in the back of the van, and give you a right good seeing to!"

"Is that so? I’d have you knackered-out before I was even warmed up, anyway, the only thing that needs seeing to...is your head".

"Right", I say climbing out of the van, “where's them two lovely young girlies got to?".



“You’re living on another fucking planet” Gemma laughs.

I head off in search of the gents.
Gemma was right, I do need to empty my balls, even if it's only to get rid of this uncomfortable hard-on.
Unusually, there’s a queue for the mens, well there is for the stalls anyway. I wonder how many of these other blokes standing waiting are traveling with a young horny nympho and they're also ready to give themselves a good tug.
Once I’m in it doesn’t take long to shoot my load, all I have to do was think about the conversation we've just had...and them sexy young women. It was turning into a bizarre day, but it couldn’t be any other way with the minx that was Gemma in tow.

When I get back Gemma says "there you go" and pops her thong, her sopping wet white satin thong in my hand.

"You've made yourself come?"

"Yip".

"Sitting here in the van?"

"No, I went behind that Tesco lorry over there... yes here in the van, where do you think?? I did it discreetly, it wasn’t as if I was sat here, fanny on display, legs wide open with my feet sticking out of the windows"

"You sat here tossing yourself off...discreetly??"

"Err, unlike you men, us women don’t have to sit and give it this" she says as she makes a fist with her hand
"I used my rabbit".

"You brought a vibrator with you?"

"I take my vibe everywhere, no telling when a girl might need it, I’m also wearing my wanking skirt".

"Your wanking skirt? What the fuck's a wanking skirt?"

"It’s a skirt with holes cut in the pockets, I can just sit, or stand as the case may be, put my hands in through my pockets and play with myself, or as I’ve just done, use my vibe".

"Ingenious, I like it”, I say and start the van

“We can’t go just yet”.

"Why not?"

"Because now I need the toilet myself".

I give her a "you having a laugh?" look.

"Sorry, won't be long" she says as she gets out.

I watch her as she walks away from the van and I think about her attractiveness. She has straight brunette hair reaching halfway down her back, her skirt is hiding her gorgeous bum, which I sometimes have difficulty keeping my hands off.

While she's away I think about our plans for the rest of the day.

The purpose of the trip is for Gemma to sort some paperwork and to bring some antiques from her grandfathers house. Eric retired not so long ago and moved back to the northeast to live in his static caravan on the coast with a view to renting his house.
I volunteered to drive down in the van, then Gemma was given the task (or volunteered?) of handing the paperwork into the solicitors and estate agents.


After holding the crotch up to my nose to get the scent of her luscious teen pussy, I neatly fold Gemma’s knickers and put them in my shirt pocket. Even though I've just cum, I still feel a twinge. Looking forward to using them later.

As she's walking back she smiles and looks at me with those sexy brown eyes of hers, eyes which she knows exactly how to use to her advantage. A tight t-shirt covers her breasts.
Gemma oozes sex appeal. Something which hasn’t gone unnoticed by some of the other male visitors of the service station. They're looking at Gemma with lust.

"Your knickers smell lovely, by the way" I say, as I start the van once again.

"Glad you like them...forgot to ask...did you have a nice wank?".

"Certainly did".

"Were you thinking of me?".

"Nope, I was thinking of them two blonde bits".

“Fine…give me back my knickers, you don't deserve them”.

We leave the motorway and continue on an A road.


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“What are you like in bed then? Seeing as you seem to know all about my sexual exploits” I ask.

“I dare say you’d have to ask one of my fuck buddies”.

“Fuck buddies? How many do you have?”.

“Ooh, let’s think ...about half a dozen, I’m shagging left right and center these days” replies Gemma.

“Really?”

“Nope, I haven’t had a fuck for about 3 months, since I split up with my ex”.

“Can’t be through lack of offers” I say.

“It isn’t, but I can’t be bothered with lads at the moment, just get grief off them... usually have more fun with my fingers and toys anyway” Gemma replies laughing.

“And how often do your digits of pleasure do their stuff?” We’re on a roll.

"About three or four times a day, I'm always tossing myself…Im just a fucking wanker!”.

“ Stroker or a poker?”

“Haha, start off stroking then I give myself a good poke”.

"Do you prefer your fingers or your vibe?"

"My fingers are good but I do like getting my vibe right up".

"Any other sex toys?"

“I use anything I can find which looks suitable, such as electric toothbrush, deodorant tin, handle of a hairbrush, hoover, washing machine, bedknobs... etcetera”.

My cock is getting hard once again.

"I’ve also got a big black dildo".

"A big black dildo? How big?"

"Twelve inches".

"Twelve inches? Do you manage to get the whole thing right up?"

"No problem, right up to the hilt". She says trying to keep a straight face. “Only joking, it goes up to about halfway, won it at Blackpool on a hen weekend”.

"Female masturbation fascinates me" I continue.

"Especially them selfies".

“Selfies on the internet?”

“Yup”.

Gemma is suddenly quiet.

“Err…does internet selfies strike a cord by any chance young Gemma?”

“Err…No!”

“So why are you blushing?”

“Okay…I've uploaded one or two wanking vids myself”

“Really?”

I can feel Gemma looking at me deciding whether I know more than I'm letting on which I honestly don't.


“Surprised I've never come across you, pardon the pun. Is there any chance of viewing these vids?
Or shall we make a new one?”

God loves a trier.

"What, do a vid of me playing with myself?"

"Yup" I reply.

"So you’re wanting to film me having a wank?"

"Well, you are an exhibitionist".

After a while she says “Got to admit the idea is getting me horned up... I’ll think about it”.