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All About Zack Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



My name is Sylvia Summers, I'm 26 and I'm 5'8" tall. I have grey eyes, and long black hair, all wavy and shaggy. A lot of people think I look like Kate Bush, I do I suppose. Often when people meet me for the first time, they come out with the Kate Bush thing. I can't sing though, and I haven't got the money she has. I have a slim figure with nice C cup breasts, and nice plump lips that men seem to stare at.

I've been married to Brian since I was 21. He is 9 years older than me, something that caused my mother and stepfather some concern, as well as something else. Brian works as an accountant for a sales firm, he is around 5'6" tall, and a little over weight, his hair is black in colour going grey at the temples, it all adds up to making him look a little older than he really is. 

My husband has a problem in the child making area, after a few tests we found he was unable to make me pregnant. At first I was devastated, but I soon realised that if I couldn't get pregnant by Brian, then I would have to live with it. I love kids, and it hurt not being able to have my own. We even talked about fostering, but Brian wasn't happy unless it was his kid. Maybe I could have pushed him a little more, but I didn't want to upset him, so I just put my dreams of being a mother out of my head. 

And so to my story, it starts 2 weeks before his sister's wedding, things started going wrong in a big way, a chain of events that would turn my life upside-down. 

"Please Zack don't do this. Brian?" I said, turning to my husband for support.

He just looked down at his shoes with a crestfallen expression on his face.

"It's your own fault auntie," Zack said with a smirk.

Brian lunged at him and I saw a look of shock on Zack's face. I pulled my husband off Zack, fearing it would just make matters worse. Zack straightened up and snatched the video from my hand. I whimpered as he put it in school bag.

"Please Zack you will give it back to me won't you?" I begged.

He didn't answer he just turned and left. I had to pull Brian back, as he made a feeble attempt to grab at Zack again.

Zack was Tina's son, Brian's sister she is 37; she split with Trevor her husband when Zack was a year old. It was my sister Stephanie that Trevor ran off with to Scotland, and she was 4 months pregnant at the time! Tina got over it quickly, and settled into looking after her son. So things calmed down until Brian asked me out soon after I started work. I wasn't sure about dating him, but Tina told me not to worry, and that she had only married Trevor because she fell pregnant with Zack 9 years before. I still felt a little guilty over the years, but as Tina said, life carries on no matter what. She seemed to have this relaxed attitude to life, and I suppose if she hadn't then I would never have had a story to tell.

I tried my best to compensate for my sister, and Brian and I sort of acted like second parents to Zack. My family and Brian's family weren't to keen on our marriage, but again it was Tina who told them to grow up and just accept it. Somehow Tina and I became friends. She took the place of my big sister in a way; yeah life is full of surprises. 

Brian would take Zack to football matches, and we spoiled him a little. As he grew up his mother really couldn't let go of him. She seemed to worry about him, and wrapped him in cotton wool so to speak; Zack seemed to be her only real concern in life. When she wasn't working she devoted her time to looking after her son. So when she started dating Danny I was very happy for her. Just 4 months later Tina announced her engagement to Danny, and everything seemed fine. 

Oh how things change!

"How are you feeling?"

"That's a bloody stupid question!" I snapped back at my husband.

I sat in the lounge, trying my best to stop shaking before the cigarette slipped from my fingers. It had been an hour since Zack had gone home, and my tears hadn't stopped yet. All I could think about was the tape of me and Danny having sex on my bed. My husband had set up the video. Brian said that he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He had gone on at me for years; finally I agreed just to shut him up, yes pathetic I know, but I must admit to being a little curious about having sex with someone else. I suppose he wore me down. I resisted strongly at first, even threatening to walk out on him. But even so it was always in my head, that Brian was my only lover, and would it really hurt to have sex, just once, with someone else? Now I had my answer didn't I?

"Sylvie he'll bring it back tomorrow, and then it will all be over he said so."

"Oh so that makes it all right does it? God knows what he's doing watching it now," I whimpered, realising that I knew full well, "it's bad enough that he will have seen me naked, but having sex with his mother's soon to be husband, how sick is that!"

I cringed at the thought of Tina finding out. First my sister stole her husband (not that Tina was too worried), and now me having it off with her husband to be! 

"I knew this was a mistake, and don't look at me like that she's your bloody sister!"

"Look when he brings it back it'll be over."

I lit another cigarette. Was my husband really that bloody stupid? Even my legs were trembling uncontrollably now.

"He's probably watching it right now, watching me suck on.......God he'll be playing with himself!.....getting off on his auntie behaving like a, like a.....slut!"

My voice trembled and my tears began to sting. I felt like something had ripped a hole in my stomach and pulled out my insides. 

"This is your fault. Why couldn't you watch?" I spat.

"I told you I, I wasn't sure if I could," Brian mumbled; "besides the fantasy was that we weren't in control, and you."

"Yes I know what the bloody fantasy was!" I yelled, interrupting him.

It was Brian's fantasy, but I suppose being a housewife with time on my hands, the idea started to appeal to me, being told what to do by a lover, ordered around and that sort of thing, not that Danny knew all of this. It was just our little fantasy, to spice up a below average sex life. 

"Look Sylvia I'm so very sorry. But in a few days it'll be over."

"Stop saying that it won't, it won't!" I shrieked.

I ran upstairs throwing myself on the bed. It was horrific knowing my 18 year old nephew was watching me on video. 

Just a few days ago he phoned to say he had overheard a conversation about my video with Danny, and he wanted to see it. He said I had to guess what he would do if I didn't let him have it. He promised to give it back. Even then all I could think about was him seeing me naked, and not what it would do to his mother's wedding plans. Well that was obvious. But the 18 year old nephew that I used to take to the pictures when he was younger, and Brian used to take to football and rugby, had now thrown all that back in our faces! Now he was nothing more than a sick pervert, getting off on my one mistake. 

I had gotten drunk the night I went out with Danny and Brian. That is no excuse; I had got drunk because I knew what was going to happen. But it had become my fantasy as much as my husband's, so I am to blame as much as him, not that I saw it that way at the time. 

Two hours later I went downstairs. Brian was sat in the dark just staring into space. 

"Do you want a coffee?" I mumbled.

I didn't get an answer but I made him one anyway.

"Its ironic isn't it; you wanted to be out of control. You wanted it to be humiliating for the both of us, and now after the event, it couldn't be more so."

"I'm so sorry. I, I didn't think it would come to this," Brian replied.

"Look we just have to wait now. He'll bring it back, but I don't know how I'm going to face him anymore."

Going back a little I remembered the kiss I gave Zack, as he thanked me for his birthday present. It was a kiss on the lips in his mother's kitchen, just a peck at first. But then Brian teased him like he usually did, about the lack of a girl in his life. 

Brian couldn't see Zack's face when he said, "no wonder you haven't started dating yet if that's how you kiss a girl."

I saw the hurt in Zack's dark eyes. For an instant he had an almost evil look, but I could see how much my husband's words had hurt him. OK it was a joke to Brian, and I thought Zack would take it like that, be he didn't. As Brian moved to the lounge I wanted to reassure Zack. I rubbed his cheek, and that was when he moved his head forward. His lips pressed onto mine. Then I felt his tongue push into my mouth. His hand was round my neck and he held me there! It only lasted 2 or 3 seconds at most before I managed to pull away. 

I turned away and went into the lounge. All around me people were laughing and in a party mood. I was in a daze for a few moments until I came to my senses. OK maybe he thought he was getting back at my husband. Perhaps he didn't realise how it would make me feel. Up until that point aunt and nephew were good friends, like they should be. But now on his 18th birthday, he had just shown me he was a young man. Now the teasing and playful banter had to stop. No longer could I call him my special nephew, and no longer could I let him have our auntie/nephew hug. It was like I had just woken up to the fact that he knew about sex. In that one kiss he let me know, he wasn't my little nephew anymore.

So from now on I would have to distance myself from him. Just to the point where we wouldn't be alone together, so if he did have sexual desires or thoughts about me, he wouldn't be able to show them. I told Brian that night but he laughed it off. Saying I was just overreacting and Zack was probably as shocked as I was. Well that maybe true, but I wasn't so sure.

It was just a week after his birthday that I found out my perception about Zack was right. I was visiting Tina talking about the wedding. She took me up to her bedroom and gave me a few skirts to try on. Now Tina always wore short skirts, we had this ongoing friendly battle about who had better legs. It was all in fun but I never wore skirts above my knee. Danny seemed to like having a leggy woman on his arm, and Tina said that maybe Brian would be the same. So there I was trying on one of her skirts, as she went to put the kettle on. I heard her coming back up the stairs just as I slipped the skirt to the floor. 

"I think Brian would like the lilac one, its part of a suit isn't it Tina? Tina?"

I turned round and there was Zack just standing there on the landing. I couldn't move I was so shocked. His eyes were fixed to my lacy blue panties under my black tights. He just gazed at my groin, and then looked up into my face, and then back to my panties again. That strange look was on his face again, and then he broke into an odd smile. He took one last look at my groin, and then he moved to his bedroom. It was only then that I recovered enough to grab my skirt and put it on. My fingers were trembling, and I had to fight with the button at the back to get it done up. My heart was beating like mad and all I could think about was the expression on his face. It stayed in my head no matter what I tried to do. Those eyes of his just leering at his aunt in her underwear!

"God what's up with you?"

"Zack has, just seen me, in, in my underwear," I stammered, feeling my face going redder than ever.

"Oh god and you're the one that's blushing? He's probably scared to come downstairs poor lamb," Tina said, then burst into giggles.

"It's not funny Tina, he, he, saw my panties," I mumbled with embarrassment. 

I wanted to tell her about the way he kissed me last week, but I couldn't. I couldn't say your son forced his tongue in my mouth could I? She was very protective over Zack, even a little too much at times I thought. She spoiled him rotten, but then again we all did.

"Look if he has seen your knickers what's the big deal? I mean you are his aunt, its not like you were naked. Hey you don't think he fancies you do you?"

My mouth dropped open. Then she started giggling again. 

"God if you could see your face," she said, with a chuckle that turned into full blown laughter.

The next incident happened just a week later. Tina and I were going shopping for her little break with Zack. Now if I knew he was coming I wouldn't have worn the red skirt I wore 6 inches off my knee. Tina had insisted on it as she was a terrible flirt, and told me I should tell Brian later, that I had walked round town showing off my legs to get him excited.

"We can take my car yours is loaded up with stuff," I said.

"No we'll take mine I want to get to the charity shop. You'll just have to squeeze in the back with Zack."

I swallowed hard. I was already aware that the front seat, and the nearside passenger seat at the back, was crammed full with bags. 

"Do you really want to come shopping Zack? I mean it's going to be boring for you," I blurted out.

"No he doesn't, but I need him to try on some clothes for our break, don't I sweetie?"

I watched her run her fingers through his hair like he was a 10 year old.

He got in the middle seat of the car which was fairly small, about ¾ the size of the two seats either side. My skirt slipped alarmingly up my thighs as I slid in next to him. I quickly tugged it down, not that it was going very far. I put my handbag on my lap covering my legs as best as I could. But a quick glance down told me Zack could see more that he should. I took a quick sideways sneak at Zack, as I felt his bare right leg against my nylon clad left leg. I moved my legs over, away from his, but he had already had his thrill. 

I closed my eyes in shame as I got out of the car. How much of my thighs he got to see I wasn't sure, probably the darker control tops of my honey coloured tights. Maybe a little glimpse of my backside in my tights, and white panties with the little flower print on. 

Zack unloaded the car into the charity shop, as Tina and I went across the road to the department store. At least it would give my red face a little time to recover. 

Zack joined us later and we went up an escalator, me and Tina side by side, and Zack a few steps behind us. I was really getting annoyed now so I looked over my shoulder, and there he was leering at the backs of my thighs! My angry look faded with surprise as he just smiled with a horrid dirty leer at me.

I wanted to say something to Tina, but I just couldn't. No, I had to confront Zack and nip this in the bud. Even when I turned round staring back up the escalator, I knew he was leering at me!

Tina went to see one of her friends she spotted in the post office. She knew I didn't like Faye; she was such a bloody tart, and had once had a drunken smooch with Brian at the office party. 

Now on the street was hardily the place to have a go at my nephew, but I figured on shock tactics to wake him up.

"Zack you must stop staring at me, I'm your aunt, and it's down right rude," I hissed in a quiet tone.

"Huh you enjoy it. You are just as big a tart as mum deep down."

Not only what he said shocked me, but the casual way he said it! My nephew had all of a sudden gained so much confidence it frightened me. Still I took a deep breath and started again.

"Look Zack you can't keep, looking at me like this. What would your mother say if she knew?" I spat, feeling quite embarrassed.

He gave me such a bloody arrogant look it had me taking a step back.

"You've got great legs auntie, and nice big tits, you and mum like men looking so why can't I?"

"Zack!" I screeched in exasperation.

"Go on auntie slap me in front of people."

I quickly controlled my shaking hand.

"You see what would mum say if you hit me with witnesses? You know she treats me like I'm still a kid, so she won't believe a thing you tell her."

"I wasn't going to, to hit you Zack," I stammered.

I stood there panting wishing to god I hadn't said anything now, or maybe I had done this at home. Just then a whistle rang out from a passing lorry.

"Nice legs love!" the driver shouted, as he made eye contact with me.

"See auntie you haven't got a chance."

"Oh was that for you that whistle?" Tina asked with a grin, "see you'll have something to tell Brian, it'll get the old man going tonight."

I looked at her grinning face and wanted to scream.

"Poor Zack, don't look so worried, your aunt and I often get whistled at," Tina said, with a wink at me, "and your poor aunt still blushes, look how red she is."

"Sorry mum, I never realised men thought Auntie Sylvia was so pretty."

She just grinned at him. It was like she believed he was so bloody naïve! 

Well I steered clear from Zack from then on. I would visit Tina when Zack was at school. Then three weeks later after their holiday, I got the phone call from him.

"Hi Aunt Sylvia, can you lend me the video of you and Danny fucking on your bed, while I was on holiday with mum?"

I nearly dropped the phone. I pleaded with him over the next 20 minutes. I even told him I had destroyed it. This didn't do much good because he didn't believe me. I finally admitted I still had the tape, as I begged him not to say anything.

I phoned Brian the minute Zack hung up. I explained everything as I sat in tears on the bed. For 3 days I thought of nothing else but handing the tape to Zack, or rather how we could get out of it. Telling Tina would break her heart. She went on about how something would spoil her big day. 

So there he stood staring at us. Brian wanted to slap him into next week, but we quickly realised we were at his mercy. We sat there like to naughty kids. I could barely look at Zack. 

"Please will, will you give the tape back, to, tomorrow?" I stuttered, still not looking at him.

"Yeah, but only if you give me the panties you are wearing."

"You little shit!" Brian yelled.

I watched him push Zack onto the couch. He raised his hand until I grabbed it. 

"Don't hit him you'll just make things worse!" I snapped.

Brian backed away and went into the kitchen. 

I slowly reached up under my skirt, and pulled my pale blue panties down. I wanted to stare him out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I just stuck my hand out offering him my warm, worn, panties, and again I couldn't look at him.

"Do you promise to bring the tape back?" I mumbled feeling so incredibly humiliated.

"Of course I will. I don't want to upset my favourite aunt do I? How about you give me a kiss goodbye then Auntie Sylvie?"

I cringed and whimpered. I knew what sort of kiss he wanted. Brian was stood in the doorway. He had obviously heard everything. I just looked at his dumbfound expression. He just couldn't believe his wife was moving slowly towards her nephew.

I couldn't look at Zack, not until we were a foot apart. My eyes slowly travelled from his chest up to his face, he just stood waiting. He seemed calm, but deep down did he have butterflies in his stomach, or was it just me? Why was I the only one who seemed to be, cringing and nervous? 

"Just one kiss, that is all you'll ever get from me, you, you know that don't you?" I stated, in a quivering voice.

"Sylvia!"

I looked at my husband who still stood in disbelief. I gave him a look that told him, this was all his fault and he read that by the way his body slumped slightly.

I parted my trembling lips. Now I was focused on my nephew's lips in front of me.

I could feel his slightly panting breath on my cheek. I knew I had to do what he instructed.

The tension seemed unbearable. We were both panting, but it was me that was more nervous than the 18 year old boy in front of me. I slowly parted my lips, I was the first to do this, and I was the first to move forwards, and it was my hand that went trembling to his neck.

I gasped slightly as our lips touched, Zack didn't. My quivering lips felt soft against his. I heard my trembling tongue and lips make that little hollow sound. It seemed to echo round the lounge, loud enough that all three of us could hear it. I could feel my legs shake as we slowly kissed. I felt every part of my body crawl with humiliation. But I had to make this good for him, or I would never see the video again. 


All About Zack Ch. 01



I heard a little whimpering breath from my husband. It must have been agony watching his wife being forced to make all the running, in kissing her nephew. I rolled my head slightly as my tentative tongue searched deeper. It was an extraordinary kiss, in extraordinary circumstances. I made it as sexy as I could for Zack, even though it made my skin crawl. I managed a quick glance at my husband. I thought he might have moved away unable to watch. But he was there, just watching open mouthed. My eyes burnt into his, as my tongue reached right into Zack's mouth. My eyes were telling my husband that this was his fault, and that I hoped he was satisfied.

But something made me pull off of Zack. Something so disgusting I can't tell you what it was. All I can tell you is that I turned away from the both of them, feeling my tears roll down my burning cheeks! 

After another brief attempt to get the video from Zack, (that I mentioned at the start) I turned to my husband.

"How did he know about it? How did he know I had sex with Danny and that you videoed it?"

I watched Brian shrink. If ever there was a guilty look my husband was wearing it!

"The day I went round to see Danny, we, we had a few drinks, and talked about it," Brian mumbled.

"Oh my god, Zack was there?" I asked in amazement, "How could you be so bloody stupid!"

"We didn't know he was there. He left with Tina earlier; he must have come back at some stage. I suppose we didn't hear Zack, and he went out again afterwards. He was probably too embarrassed to come in and sneaked away."

"Why the hell didn't you check you were alone? Why the hell did you have to say any bloody thing?" I yelled.

"Sylvia I'm sorry, I didn't know he was there."

"So did you get off on talking about my performance?" I hurled viciously at him.

"God no it was just a few remarks."

I narrowed my eyes knowing what my husband was like. Sometimes he would brag to his mates about how sexy I was, he would say things like 'time to take Kate Bush home to bed,' we giggled about it between our friends, but sometimes I would tease him back, about him getting worn out too quickly, again we all laughed about it, but sometimes he would ask me if I meant it. 

"Why did you kiss him like that?" he asked quietly.

I stared into the mirror at my husband's reflection as I got ready for bed. He was just watching me.

"Because we can't afford to upset him, still you seemed to enjoy it!" I snapped.

He turned over facing the wall so I couldn't see his face.

We slept with a 6 inch gap between us that night. I just couldn't get the thought out of my head, Zack seeing me naked and having sex with Danny. 

I went for a walk the next evening; I didn't want to be around when Zack brought the video back, if he was going to.

"Well, has he returned it?" I mumbled.

Brian nodded but he looked very uncomfortable.

"Tell me?" I asked quietly.

"He wants to, to stay here when Danny and Tina go on honeymoon."

"And you told him to go to hell, right?"

I watched as my husband shook his head slowly. I could feel the knot return to my stomach. 

"He, he said he made a copy, and we'll get it back if he stays here."

"You better be bloody well lying!" I screeched.

He didn't have to answer. Just the way he sat with his head in his hands told me more than I needed to know. A few minutes past as I struggled to think of a way out of this.

"The little shit! You have to go and get the copy when they are gone. Tina is going to give us a key to look after the plants. You have to find the copy and destroy it."

"But what if I can't find it?" he moaned.

"That really isn't an option is it? You have to find that tape, you have to."

"But he'll have to stay here; we promised Tina we would look after him."

I pulled a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table. I was full of loathing for Zack, even more so now I knew what he had done.

"Look if we have the tape he can't use it against us. It will be his word against ours. Anyway he's just 18; he wouldn't really tell his mum when she marries Danny. He wouldn't be that cruel to her surely?"

I watched Brian gulp, "after what he's done already, do you really believe that?"

My husband looked worried beyond belief. I had never seen him like this, not even when his job was on the line last year. He had been edgy, and in his own little world since Zack had phoned me. I suppose he couldn't stand the thought of our lives being taken over by Zack. 

"Brian he has to stay here, we have to play along until you find the video. Then, when we have it, his sick little game will be over."

I watched Brian take a cigarette from the packet. I wanted more of a positive response than I got from him. 

"What if we don't find the video, what then?"

"That isn't an option you will find it, we just have to play along until you get it. Besides he won't go too far with you here."

"That's just the point. I've only got two days after they go on honeymoon."

My face dropped and my spine began to go cold.

"Oh god you go to America on business then. If you don't find it I'll be stuck on my own with him, for 10 bloody days!" 

"So are you going to tell me what's been bugging you for the last week?"

I looked at my sister and forced a smile, "I'm OK just a little tired or something."

Every time I looked at Tina I wanted to cry.

"Are you keeping something from me Sylvie?" 

"No, honestly I'm OK."

"Oh I've been meaning to ask you."

Her words were interrupted by the front door slamming. Zack appeared in the kitchen and I could barely look at him, just the thought of what he had seen made my skin crawl.

"Hi mum, hi Aunt Sylvie."

"Oh Aunt Sylvie is it? That's a little bit informal for you Zack," Tina said with a grin.

I watched him lean over his mother from behind her as she sat in the kitchen chair. He planted a kiss on her neck as he hugged her. I swallowed as his eyes dropped to my breasts. He knew his mother couldn't see his dirty leer. She smiled that big cheesy grin of hers, due to the affection of her loving son. Just for a moment it made me feel sick.

"Now are you sure you won't get bored with Auntie Sylvia? You'll be there with her on your own most of the time, uncle Brian is away." 

"No mum I'm sure we'll have a great time, won't we auntie?" he said, casting his eyes over my boobs again.

I just gave a little worried smile as I took a sip of tea. All I could think about was Zack had seen me naked, having sex with Danny. Somewhere in this very house was the evidence! While I wanted Brian to find it, at the same time I hoped Zack had hidden it well enough so Tina wouldn't stumble across it. In 3 days Tina would be getting married, and then Zack would expect whatever he had worked out in his sick little head!

The morning of the wedding Zack turned up with his bag as arranged. I felt flustered and worried; Brian had gone to the shops to get a few odds and ends. Zack's eyes skimmed over my yellow skirt suit, and then to my legs encased in black tights. My heart pounded with dread. Was he going to start tormenting me on his mothers wedding day? I turned away to hide my trembling lips. 

"You look very pretty Aunt Sylvie."

"Zack don't...."

"Just remember what you get in 2 weeks? "He said, cutting me off before I could say anymore.

"Just put your things upstairs," I whimpered.

I jumped as he grabbed my hand. He held it gently. Against all my instincts I didn't pull away. I swallowed hard knowing that in a day or two Brian would have the video. Until then I had to endure whatever Zack had planned, a little touching, maybe a kiss or two. I could take the humiliation of that, but I would never ever allow him to have sex with me. Over my dead body!

"Don't worry Sylvie I'll be a good boy, as long as you are a good girl."

I didn't like the way he called me Sylvie, that was bad enough, but without the aunt in front it sounded far too intimate.

"What does that mean?" I asked, still turned away from him.

"You'll find out, now we don't want Uncle Brian getting jealous, so we had better play it cool."

I closed my eyes stopping myself from having a go at him. I remembered what I had made Brian promise; as long as Zack didn't go too far, we would do as he wanted. We would try to please him, with limitations of course, until we had the tape in our possession.

"Zack I know you don't want to push this too far. You have the video and you are in charge, but I will only go so far, do you understand?" I said with a gulp.

I saw a look on his face that he tried to hide. I suppose he never expect to hear this from me, or if he did, he must have thought he would have to threaten me a lot more. If his aim was to get me to comply then he had scored a major victory.

"I just want us to be friends."

This still had way too many possibilities for my liking. I didn't want to mention sex, but I also didn't want him thinking he had a chance of it with me.

"Zack if you were my friend, I, I wouldn't want you, well, I don't mind you, looking at me, but, but." I stammered.

I was getting tongue tied and couldn't bring myself to say much more. I could feel the colour in my cheeks. I looked down at his hand that was still gently holding mine.

"I want to tell you how sexy you are to. Surely you don't mind that do you?" he asked in a real cool manner.

I thought for a moment. Could I cope with that? Just words a few words. I suppose it depended on how he said it.

"OK but that will be all. But I must have the video back at the end of this. If I am to do this for you, then you must promise me this is the end, is that clear?" I said, trying to keep myself together.

He gripped my hand more firmly and he smiled slightly, it was like he was happy with what I said. I found myself trying to grin back. Why I don't know, probably relief that he had accepted my conditions.

I lent forward and kissed his cheek softly and slowly. Again I don't really know why, maybe I was sealing our agreement with it, but something inside told me to do it. 

Still, when Brian got the tape, I would blow the sick little shit out of the water!



All About Zack Ch. 02



Zack left before Brian came home. I tried reassuring my husband that I could cope. I just hoped Brian could too.

I tried to distance myself from Zack at the wedding. I suppose not even he would be sick enough to spoil his mother's big day. However I could see the smirk on his face as I danced with Danny. Tina wanted a dance with her brother, and said I could dance with her new husband. Brian and I just looked at each other. Danny wasn't too bothered, but then again he didn't have an 18 year old tormenting him.

"Hey sis not so friendly with my husband," Tina said with a laugh.

I moved my hand off his hip; I didn't even know it was there. What with everything else going on in my mind it just didn't register.

"I'm only joking Sylvie don't look so worried."

I managed to smile at her and realised she was just teasing me again, as usual.

When the dance ended Danny kissed me. I wasn't really expecting it, and it must have shown on my face.

"Don't worry honey, it was just a one off, we agreed, OK?" Danny whispered.

I nodded, but I still found it hard to believe that I had sex with him. Not only that, but for some stupid reason I felt jealous of Tina, just for a second. While I danced with Danny I remembered how satisfied I had been that night. But it quickly went out of my mind when I saw the smirk on Zack's face!

Towards the end of the night Tina insisted I had a picture taken with Zack. I mean how could I refuse? I could see she was a little drunk.

"Sit on his knee Sylvie," she whispered and then chuckled, "and don't go wriggling around, if you know what I mean?"

I just lowered myself onto his lap, sideways on with my arm around his shoulder. Why the hell Tina had said that I didn't know. She was always teasing me, but to say that was a little too close to the mark even for her!

A few weeks ago I wouldn't have thought anything about sitting on Zack's knee. Now I had to stop my mind coming up with the thought about where his cock was, and it was his mother that had firmly planted it in my head! My ass was now sat on his lap, somewhere down there was his cock, touching my backside! I tugged my skirt down a little, but he still had plenty of leg on show. 

Tina couldn't seem to get her camera to work. I winced as Zack stroked the underside of my crossed thigh; everyone seemed oblivious to this, apart from my husband. Brian moved forward, and I shook my head slightly telling him 'no'. 

"You've got great legs auntie, better than mum's," Zack whispered.

Finally his grinning mother got the camera to work. How could I spoil her big day when she looked so radiant and happy? I couldn't.

"I love that perfume Auntie Sylvia, are you wearing it for me?" he whispered.

I just sat there trying to smile, as his hand groped my thigh and he groaned slightly.

By the end of the night Brian was drunk, he was soon tucked up in bed snoring his head off. My mind wandered to Zack in the next room, and the light touch of his fingers that stroked my leg. He had made me give him the black tights I wore to the wedding, but why?

Tina came round midmorning and had to go up and wake Zack up. They went off to lunch without Danny. Brain was still sleeping; he always did after too much booze. I found myself in Zack's room. Under the pillow I found my tights. I wanted to scream and throw them away, but again I held back. I found myself going through his bag in the hope of finding the video; I know a bloody stupid idea. I found nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. But he had left his mobile phone for some reason, and I thought this might hold a clue.

"Brian, come here," I called.

I could hear Brian snoring it just made me angry with him. Why wasn't he helping me to find a way to stop this?

I scrolled down the video section. Maybe Zack had managed to copy the tape to his phone. I didn't know much about mobile phones, I didn't even know if it was possible. One particular title had me quaking 'Becky blowjob'. I pressed play and in the grainy picture I saw the top of a girls head. The phone was pointing down at her. My hand covered my mouth in shock as I heard Zack panting, and this poor schoolgirl gagging on his cock! I watched as he had hold of her hair. Then he started groaning and forcing himself harder into her. The poor girl Becky (I assume) was gagging and choking, and then I heard her swallow! I stopped it and threw it back in his bag. I remembered Zack talked about a new girl at school. Her name was Becky, and Zack said she seemed a little older than 18 sometimes, is this what he meant by that?

"I'm going out to tidy the garden," Brian called, later that afternoon.

I found myself back in Zack's room. I opened his phone again and scrolled past the video I had watched. Then I came across 2 titles that had my stomach churning, 'Aunties Legs'. I sat watching the phone tremble in my hand. I didn't want to look but I had too. The screen came on, and even though the images were blurred, I knew it was my legs under the kitchen table. I remembered Zack sat opposite Tina and me, playing with his mobile phone that she gave him for his 18th. I didn't think anything of it at the time; I didn't even know his phone had a video on it. I watched the very blurred picture as it moved to Tina's legs! I gasped out loud, he was videoing his own mother's legs!

The video ended and I moved to the next. There was Tina and me going up the escalator, the very day I had tried to stop all this. 

The backs of my thighs were there in broad daylight! This picture was far clearer than the under the table shot. I shuddered as the camera seemed to be getting closer to my legs. There they were filling the screen, my little white panties with the flower print under the central seam of my tights!

The picture blurred and shook and seemed to be shut off quickly. That must have been when I turned round. The next video clip was entitled Miss Newark. I knew she was a school teacher, and Zack seemed to be under her desk! I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops, and what looked like a bare pussy, until she snapped her legs shut.

The front door slamming quickly had me gasping, and I dropped the phone. 

I scrambled under the bed, trying desperately to retrieve it. I had to almost jam myself under the bed just to get one finger on it!

Heavy footsteps were now on the stairs, too heavy for Tina's. My stretching fingers only pushed the phone further away!

"Sylvie we're back!" I heard Tina call. 

"I'll be down in a sec!" I called back in a flustered voice.

One final effort, one final stretch, and I managed to grab it.

My fingers frantically pushed all sorts of buttons, in an attempt to switch it off.

I threw the phone into Zack's bag and quickly flipped the flap over.

I met him on the landing. I knew my face was flushed, and I must have looked guilty as hell. I could see the quizzical expression on his face.

"I've left a present for you on the bed," I mumbled. 

Zack pushed past me obviously not believing me. I watched him stop and stare at my yellow lacy panties; I had worn them under my wedding outfit. He looked back at me and picked them up. He rolled the material through his fingers as I watched in shock. He pushed them under his pillow, and as an after thought, he seemed to feel for my tights that he had left there.

"They are still there Zack," I whispered, "if, if you want them that is?"

He grinned and nodded. It was like he now thought I was trying my best to please him. I just hoped he didn't think I was enjoying this.

I had stood on the landing just staring at his bedroom door for 10 minutes. I had collected the washing and had it under my arm. I decided to go back and check his phone. Leaving my panties for him was a spur of the moment thing. It was the only way I could think up, to remove suspicion about me coming out from his room. 

"The kettles boiled!" Tina called from the bottom of the stairs.

I hurried down the stairs now regretting giving him my panties. It was just like those embarrassing moments, you know, the one you cringe about forever when you remember them? So my cringing moment was giving my nephew my dirty panties as a trophy, and then asking him if he wanted them!

Tina and Danny went on honeymoon that night to Spain. Zack went up to bed, no doubt to do whatever disgusting things he did with my underwear!

Still he was off to school tomorrow, and then Brian and I could search his room at Tina's house. We were there nearly 2 bloody hours. I had got so desperate I even made Brian search Tina's room! All we succeeded in doing was knocking ballet dancer onto the floor and breaking an arm off. That afternoon Brian glued it back on and I returned it. The whole situation was now hopeless. We had come up empty handed, and my husband was leaving for the airport tomorrow evening. I saw him looking at two tickets, and asked him why he had two. 

"I'm taking my secretary on this trip," he replied, as he stuffed them into his inside jacket pocket.

"You never have before," I mumbled.

He just shrugged his shoulders, "I need her on this trip Sylvia, besides she has worked very hard for me, helping to get things right."

Brian went back to Tina's house the next day, but again he hadn't found the video. Short of ripping up floor boards I didn't know what else to do. 

"Do you think he'll try anything while you're away?" I asked faintly.

"Sylvia I don't know. What will you do if he does?"

"I don't know, but I can't really do much can I?"

I felt Brian slip his arms around my waist from behind me. His lips nuzzled into the back of my neck.

"You have to keep him happy, like you suggested," he whispered.

"He's very confident Brian," I mumbled distantly.

"Yes he is, just like in our fantasy."

"No don't say it," I said interrupting him, and twisting out of his grasp.

How could my husband be thinking such a thing, and why the hell was I thinking it too? 

Zack hadn't shown any interest in me that day. I just hoped he was happy doing whatever he did with my underwear. He even told us he was going out, so we could have some time alone together. But that night in bed I had thoughts and images that I couldn't get out of my head. Brian fucked me quietly that night, but all I could think about was Zack, was he listening for a grunt or groan, that would tell him his aunt was having sex? 

An hour later I looked across at my sleeping husband, as I brought myself to a silent orgasm. 

Things changed the morning after Brian had gone. Zack was sat eating his cereal.

"I don't want to see you in jeans again. When I come home you will be wearing a short skirt. Do I make myself clear?"

I just stood with my trembling hands in the sink. I had stopped in mid flow of washing a cup. I just couldn't bring myself to look at him. 

When Zack came home from school he smirked at his nervous wreck of an aunt. He just smiled at my compliance with his order from the morning. I could feel my legs tremble as he looked at them.

"Why aren't you wearing tights?"

I couldn't answer for awhile. He just stood there waiting.

"I, I'm sorry. I'll wear some to, tomorrow," I stammered.

"Make sure you wear a shorter skirt too, just above your knee isn't good enough Sylvie."

"I haven't really got many miniskirts, only the ones your mother gave me. I prefer long lengths."

Why did I have to say miniskirt? I could see Zack gulp. 

"Then you had better buy some hadn't you, Sylvie?"

There he was using Sylvie again. His dark eyes burnt into mine so much that my lip trembled slightly. But for some reason I just stood there and nodded. 

"Now I'm going out with my friend later, you don't mind do you?"

"Of course not Zack," I mumbled. 

He took a last look at my breasts before he moved away.

I went to bed before him that night. I just lay there waiting for him to come in. There was no way I was going to sleep, in case he came in and jumped me!

I lay as silently as I could, as I heard him climb the stairs. I pulled the quilt up to my neck.

"I'm home auntie Sylvie," he whispered through the door.

I didn't answer him, but I'm sure he knew I wasn't a sleep.

I only let my grip on the quilt go when I heard him shut his bedroom door. The tears fell down my cheeks, and my trembling hands fumbled in the dark for my cigarettes and lighter. I puffed hard on the tip, watching the red end shake in the dark. 

I waited for the last of the red glow in the ashtray to disappear. I had the same odd feeling that I had when we kissed in front of Brian. I felt disgusted with my husband as he watched Zack kiss me. I couldn't believe that Brian looked like that kiss had turned him on! The way he just stared at us, I know it was a horror filled expression, but in away, I knew he had some sort of a thrill, even though we both didn't want it to happen. 

I began thinking that maybe Brian knew Zack was there when he talked to Danny. Why would he do that though? He couldn't possibly know Zack would ask to see the video could he? Would he tell Zack? Was this some sort of scheme, some sort of sick thing my own husband had dreamt up? No he couldn't do that to his wife could he?

I suppose with all these thoughts, I was trying to get rid of some of the guilt that I held. While I hated being in this situation and just wanted to forget it all, why did I get a wet feeling in my panties when I kissed Zack? Why did I get a wet feeling when he leered at me?

I could hear grunting from his room at some point in the night. I knew what he was doing. I crawled silently out of bed and listened at his bedroom door. Why I was doing this I didn't know. I was going to burst in on him and scream and shout. But deep down I knew it wouldn't do any good. I could hear the odd word that he mumbled between excited groans. 'Suck me, Auntie Sylvie, god that's good, right in front of him.' By 'him' I think Zack was referring to my husband! Brian was right it was just like our fantasy, but it seemed so sick that Zack was taking the part of my lover! It had me wondering again, if Brian knew Zack was there as Danny and my husband talked? I made my way back to bed as I realised Zack was now on the verge of coming. I didn't want to listen to that.

As I moved away I heard him say, "I love you Auntie Sylvie."

I looked back at the closed door in shock. It was louder than his earlier mumbles. I couldn't be sure, but it was almost as if he knew I was there, listening. I sat up in bed smoking another cigarette. If he knew I was out there, how the hell could I look him in the eye the next morning! 

I was up early despite not getting much sleep. I went to Zack's room and tapped on the door quietly.

"Zack, Zack would you like a cup of tea?" I called softly.

"Yeah, please," he said slowly.

I could hear in those two words he was wondering what I was up to. I suppose you are too? But don't get me wrong, while I did get excited by the way Zack treated me. It was the WAY he treated me, and NOT Zack. I hope that makes sense. 

I was still scared of what he might do. But I couldn't help thinking, if this was some man that was part of my husband's fantasy, something we could both stop at anytime, then would it be so bad?

OK maybe I'm trying to find excuses, or a way to justify my plan, but I had to get the video back regardless of anything else. If that meant sucking up to Zack and showing him a sexy aunt, then that would be my goal. 

But no way on this earth was he ever going to have sex with me!

I went in with his tea. I forced a smile at him as he sat up in bed.

"You'll be late for school," I mumbled.

"I'm not going today. I thought we could go out somewhere."

His answer stumped me. While I didn't want him getting angry, I still didn't want him here with me.

"Look you must go to school you can't just take days off Zack."

"We are going out. Now go and get dressed, and you know how."

I shuffled away pulling my dressing gown tightly around me. I sat on my bed wondering what the hell he had planned. 

I wore a white bra and panties set, mink coloured tights, a simple white blouse and a black skirt 4 inches off my knee. I looked in the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out a black pair of court shoes with a 3 ¾ inch heel. I grabbed my jacket that went with the skirt and went downstairs. Every step I took was a step nearer my fears, until finally we were face to face in the lounge. I'm sure he could see how nervous I was, but he as usual, was calm and full of confidence. 

"Where do you want to go?" I mumbled.

"Brighton would be nice."

"Brighton, but that's miles away!"

"Brighton," he said, cutting me off.

It's hard to drive with your legs jammed together, and feeling so vulnerable. Zack was enjoying the view, and I don't mean out of the window! Several times I felt my skirt riding up as I changed gear. The first time I went to pull it back down Zack's hand stopped me. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. So from then on I never tried to again. I could feel my hem dangerously close to exposing my panties. I tried to blot out that thought, but it just wouldn't go. 

We parked in a car park, and I felt a little easier being out on a street full of people. 

Zack acted normal, well as normal as he was likely to. That was until we went for something to eat. He made me sit next to the wall, and then he sat on the outside seat. I felt a hand rest on my leg just above my knee. He would have felt my trembling leg. But I made myself sit there as his fingers flexed. I felt so nervous in case anyone noticed. He only moved his hand when the waitress approached. He ate a plate full of food; all I could manage was a cup of tea!

"Come on auntie, time to go shopping," he said, with a strange confident smile.

When we went to leave he offered me his hand. I suppose it would have looked like a caring gesture to anyone who noticed. But to me it felt embarrassing. I reluctantly took his hand and slid across the bench seat. He kept hold of my hand, even after I stood up he didn't let go as we walked to the door. 

I tried to pull out of his grasp when we got outside, but he gripped me more firmly until I gave up. I was only thankful I had worn sunglasses to hide from the curious stares I received now and then. My face was coloured up for quite a time. I slipped my hand out of his and pushed it through his arm. I hoped to god this looked more fitting.

I remembered walking with him just a year or so ago. Nobody stared as I had my arm through his. We were aunt and nephew and it seemed OK. But now maybe because of my red face people looked, just the occasional glance, but they looked all the same.

Zack seemed pleased that I had put my arm through his without being told.

"So I think you need to buy more miniskirts don't you?"

He could tell I was feeling uncomfortable with his request, but I didn't know what he would do if I refused.

"If that is what you want?" I mumbled.

He smiled and we went into department store. He left me to get a couple of skirts while he went to the computer games section. I ended up with 3 new miniskirts, and he ended up with 2 games that I paid for!

We went into another shop, and his hand dropped to my backside. At first I tried to move away but he grabbed my hip until I got the message. So we looked at things in the shop. I tried my best to keep to the quieter part of the gift shop, but Zack was all for showing me off! He picked up an ornament of a lady with a puppy in Victorian costume. I could see the woman behind the counter giving me such a dirty look, as Zack had his arm round my waist. I flustered, and I flushed some more as I found the money to pay. Then we left the shop, with Zack's hand firmly on my backside as it rolled.

"Can we go home now?" I mumbled weakly.

He nodded, maybe he realised I didn't want to be paraded around on his arm anymore. When we got back to the car I felt so relieved. Zack had grown even more confident, and had walked up the street with his hand in mine again.




All About Zack Ch. 02



All the way home he kept tickling my neck, and telling me how I had done so well. I just wanted to scream at him.

I made something to eat, and after he made a cup of tea. I felt tired after the drive and due to my lack of sleep. My eyes became heavier and I dozed off. I wished I had never woken up. 

As I gradually came to my senses I realised my skirt was up round my waist. Zack was nowhere to be seen. I sat up quickly rearranging my hem. Then I saw it. I gasped and shuddered just looking at it in horror. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, and I wanted to be sick. There it was the video, on my bloody telly!

I guessed it was about halfway through. There I was on my back with Danny fucking me! I had never watched the video apart from the first minute, which was all I could stomach. It made me feel sick watching just that much. But now here I was, after sleeping through whatever my nephew did to me, and my sordid video playing.

"Oh my god!" I mumbled in disbelief.

I just watched it unable to move, listening to my moans and groans. I was drawn to the woman on the screen. She was enjoying it, and if you had told me that you had seen it, and how much I enjoyed having sex with Danny, I would have been horrified. 

But there I was having a bloody orgasm! 

I put my hand over my mouth in shock. I never realised I had been so verbal! The way I hugged his shiny black back clawing at him, like some whore who couldn't get enough, made my fingers tremble!

Finally I came to my senses; I had to think quickly, I ejected the video. Now I had it I could stop this. I realised that Zack must have hitched my skirt up! I'm sure he hadn't pulled my tights and panties down; well I would have noticed wouldn't I? But just the thought of him gazing at my panty covered pussy, had me feeling angry!

"Zack, Zack!" I yelled, as I turned my head to the lounge door. 

I raced into his empty bedroom.

"I'm in here," he called.

I raced into my bedroom and there he was in my bloody bed!

"Get out of my bed you little shit! This is over now!"

I watched him stand up; he never had a stitch of clothing on! 

For a brief second I just couldn't take my eyes off his cock. He had my tights wrapped around it and he was slowly jerking himself.

"Stop that you little pervert, it's over now I have the tape!" I growled, waving it in the air.

"Come to bed auntie, and then you can have the second copy."

I stepped back until my backside hit the dressing table. I was shaking my head in disbelief. 

"All we have to do is sleep together then you are free. Just once, that's not too much to ask for my silence is it?"

I stood there while my naked nephew stripped me. I was so numb I couldn't react until I was down to my underwear. My fighting spirit of 5 minutes ago had gone. 

"Zack please don't do this, this is so wrong," I mumbled distantly.

Whether my voice was so soft or he was just ignoring me I didn't know. But when I felt my breasts sag I put my hands to my bra cups. 

"Just let go auntie Sylvie. Show me your big tits, or does mum find out what a cheating cow you are?"

I turned facing him and gently let the bra slip off my breasts. I felt ashamed of my actions, and I felt ashamed of my weakness.

"You look beautiful auntie, you look far better than you do on the video." 

It was the way he said it that I knew he meant every word. If this had been in different circumstances I would have been flattered.

"You ought to go braless you know. You really have lovely tits."

"I won't let you fu, have intercourse with me Zack, just a cuddle. This has to be it, every video, and it will never happen again. This time you have to promise me or I will tell your mother."

"Of course auntie," he whispered, as his lips grazed mine. 

I pulled away from his kiss. I went to push my tights and panties down in one. I stood hunched over with my thumbs poised to push everything off.

"Turn away please," I mumbled.

He got into bed and turned facing the window. I slipped my underwear off, and

I moved in between the sheets with my nephew. At least now my body would be covered from his eyes. I lay there as he slipped under the covers. 

"No don't, that's not for you," I mumbled shocked, as he kissed me softly on my pussy.

I couldn't believe this. The 18 year old, that just a few years ago I used to cuddle, take out, and buy ice creams, my nephew, now had his head between my legs, tasting his aunt's pussy! 

I tried pushing his head away, although it was all too half-hearted, maybe because I knew I had to keep my secret from his mother. I shuddered and gasped as his tongue licked the length of my lips! I tried harder, but he didn't seem to care that his hair must have been ready to leave his scalp.

In the end I relaxed my legs. I was now giving up, and I began cradling his head, all the time that his tongue worked on my pussy. I told myself I would hate myself in the morning. His lips and tongue pushed my pussy open. I had one last feeble attempt to ask him to stop. I never did finish the sentence. 

His fingers pulled my pussy open gently, and his tongue reached in further. I had never had oral sex like this. Brian didn't like it, so I was lucky to get one minutes worth which I told him was enough, I lied. 

I mean that had to be the reason I let Zack carry on, didn't it? 

"Zack stop now, please," I mumbled.

He pushed his tongue further and then it pulled out. My eyes opened wide in shock. He had now begun darting his tongue in and out, very quickly. 

"NO, don't do that!" I shrieked.

Zack was now pushing a finger deep into my pussy, right up to his knuckle! I had tried to get my husband to do this but he never would. Whenever I fingered myself, which wasn't that often, I would do it quickly, just like Zack was doing now. It always pushed me over the edge.

"I told you no Z, Zack, please stop, Zack I, I...."

I caved in. I pulled his head into me as my legs quaked. His tongue flicked over my clit causing a warm feeling deep in my body. 

My tears fell, tears of shame, because I had never had an orgasm with Brian, without having to do something myself.

I never considered myself very knowledgeable about sex. I mean with only two lovers how could I be? But Zack seemed to know what to do to me. It was probably only guess work, but it got me off all the same. 

½ an hour ago I was screaming at him, now I was screaming because of him! He had two fingers in my pussy now, and he fucked me with them, how could he do this to the aunt who bounced him on her knee?

"Faster, finger me faster," I croaked.

My head left the pillow as I felt every nerve in my body react. I gripped Zack's curly black hair. I could hear my pussy squelching as his finger went faster and faster.

"Oh you little bastard!" I screeched.

I went through a whole range of emotions, as my orgasm took over my entire body. I pulled his head so tightly to my pussy, I thought he would suffocate! 

Finally I pushed him away. I was wrong about hating myself in the morning, I hated myself now! 

I looked at his red face as it came up for air. I could see my juice over his mouth and nose. He moved forward and I turned away from his kiss. He left a wet patch on my cheek. But worse than that, I could smell my own pussy on his face!

He left me to recover and went to the loo. 

When he came in he just looked at me. I felt embarrassed because he had made me climax. Now this was our secret, and I felt dirty and ashamed. 

"Do you really have to do this Zack? I am your aunt and I don't want this."

He looked at me like I had just told the biggest fib in the world. 

"I'll make you a deal I'll mast, masturbate you, you are not going to, fuck me Zack?" I stammered.

"Only if you do it every night while I'm here? And we sleep together too?"

"No Zack!" I replied in shock, "I'm your aunt for god sake, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"It didn't to you when you had your orgasm!" he spat.

Caught out by an 18 year old, I know. But I couldn't let him fuck me, could I?

"OK but no intercourse, agreed?" I whimpered finally.

He nodded, and picked my tights up off the floor.

"I want to spunk in your tights. Put them on my cock."

After all I had just gone through why did this request disgust me so much? So this was what he did with my tights and panties, the tights and panties that I gave him! 

I swallowed hard, and I slipped the tights over his cock with trembling fingers. Just touching his hard cock scared me, it was like putting my hand into a fire. I couldn't look at what I was doing; just feeling his rigid dick slip through the nylon was bad enough! I tried not to think about it, but with an excited, grunting, 18 year old, I couldn't help it. I was tossing off my own nephew!

"Oh that's great Sylvie," he mumbled under his breath.

Shit what a thing to say! Did he now have some perverted vision that I was his girlfriend? I jerked his cock faster through the nylon. I just wanted to get this over with. He began grunting. I tried to turn away from his mouth but he pulled me back to him. He groaned as he kissed me full on the lips! Again I could smell myself, only this time it was quite faint, but it was still me. Without warning I felt a slight wetness soak through my tights as he strained and twisted. He must have been so worked up he couldn't hold on. I pulled my hand off the wet tights. He had to finish himself off, I just couldn't do it. 

"I hope you've got plenty of tights Auntie Sylvie?"

I turned away from him to hide my embarrassment. I clung to my pillow just hoping my nephew wouldn't ravage me. I began to drift to sleep, although I forced myself to stay alert until I was sure Zack was asleep first.



All About Zack Ch. 03



The morning came with another big shock. I could smell slightly sweaty skin. As I opened my eyes I was aware that my head was on Zack's chest! I could feel his arm around the back of my neck, and his hand on my shoulder. I realised that my arm was up on his young chest, but worse still, my leg was draped over his, and his cock was resting on my thigh! I pushed his arm away and he stirred but he didn't wake up. I watched him sleep for awhile, was this really the same boy who slept with his head on my lap, as we came back from a pop concert 4 years ago? I grabbed my dressing gown and hurried silently downstairs. I sat there smoking and sipping coffee. I tried to work out the last time I had slept with my husband like that. I cursed myself, for not being able to remember waking up in my husband's arms. I made him breakfast and left him to eat it. I was angry with him and myself now. But I couldn't tell him just yet that he was never going to sleep with me again. That would have to wait until he came home from school. I would try and tell him gently but firmly. Anyway now he had gotten away with as much as he dared, surely he would be satisfied enough to leave me alone, wouldn't he?

There I was kissing my husband goodbye as he left the bedroom. Then I turned my attention to Danny. I watched in a trance like state, I was all over Danny! Hell, how could I have behaved like that? I kissed and sucked his cock; I had become so worked up he had to stop me while he put a condom on!

"So you've been watching your video today have you!"

I jumped and spun round. There I was caught red handed.

"Zack I was only checking you hadn't switched it," I said.

"Oh yeah, you get off on knowing you have had what mum's getting do you?"

He moved in front of me and hauled me to my feet. His hand reached up my skirt and tore my tights and panties down, until both lay ripped around my knees.

"Look at you sucking on that black cock. Uncle Brian couldn't watch his wife being such a whore he had to leave."

I looked at the screen again; there I was practically dragging Danny on top of me. Danny was now moving in between my leg. 

I like this bit auntie," Zack mumbled.

"Christ you're big," my voice groaned in shock through the speaker.

Zack had shoved his hand up my skirt and felt how wet I was. He pulled me to the couch and I didn't resist. So there I sat with my nephew, playing with his cock through my tights, as we watched Danny fucking me hard. 

"Is this what you did with my tights and panties, while you watched me on the video?"

He nodded as he watched me clinging to Danny. Zack was right of course I had watched the tape. At first I just played the first part to make sure it was the same tape, then I sat in disbelief at my actions, before I knew it I had watched everything, even though I despised the tape. I had already had an orgasm earlier that day. When I watched the tape for the second time, I had forgotten that Zack was due home early. I couldn't deny I had watched it, and I'm sure if I did Zack would turn it against me. 

"Will you suck me?" Zack asked panting.

"What if I said no? Would you force me to do it?" I mumbled distantly.

I watched him frown at my question, although he was still engrossed in his aunt fucking his mother's husband!

"No Aunt Sylvie. You are my auntie if you suck me, it will be because you want too. But I wonder what Nanny and Granddad would think if they saw you on the video?"

I don't know what I was expecting for an answer. But I just couldn't do it even with his latest threat.

"Zack don't push me too far, I can't do that, please don't force me?"

I could see him weighing things up. 

"I want to spunk on your tits." 

God this was one hell of a crazy compromise!

I knelt before him. Why the hell I was doing this I just didn't know. I pointed his hard 7 inches at my chest.

"You are incredible auntie." 

I whimpered at his words, here he was paying me compliments again. 

"Did you ever do this for your boyfriends, your special boyfriends?"

He was trying to push me to admit something that I knew was wrong. I had only ever been with Brian and Danny, but I doubted if Zack would believe that. I didn't want to admit to anything especially as it wasn't true, but I figured it would get this over with quicker.

"Only, only my real special boyfriends," I croaked.

"You're so sexy auntie," he panted.

I looked up into his eyes, "am I darling?"

He looked at me in an unbelieving way. I had stopped my motion for an instant. I had called him darling like I used to when he was younger, it was then just a term of fondness, but now it meant a whole lot more. 

"Sit round," I instructed.

I pulled the tights from around his cock.

"Now you do it, you spunk on your Auntie's tits," I mumbled, without being able to look at him. 

I knelt up in front of him. My trembling body waited for the first warm jet to fire on my tits. I had never had spunk on me before, and I'm sure it was just this thought alone that had my pussy screaming at me to help. I pushed my hand on her to stop this happening. 

"Oh Zack!"

He pumped over my tits with warm wet jets. One of my fingers betrayed me and worked into my pussy, she wasn't complaining either the bitch! I tried my best to conceal my orgasm from my nephew. He was snorting, and then grunting through his teeth, about how sexy I was. He squeezed and pulled emptying himself with his eyes screwed shut. Then slowly he stopped. I looked at his cock with a single drop of spunk hanging there. His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at me. I felt like I was in the right place, knelt before my master or something equally as perverted. I slowly got to my feet. I went to the kitchen and rubbed at my breasts with quite some force. It was like I was trying to get paint off them or something. 

"Are you alright?" 

I turned sharply covering my breasts and gulped.

We slept alone that night. I felt so mixed up and so confused, one minute I hated Zack and myself. The next it was like we were so good together, why couldn't I just let it happen? I suppose the answer to my question was on the other side of the world. Not only that but Zack was my nephew, and what would my sister think? Then there was her parents, and mine, they would all disown me even if they thought this was going on. All I knew was it was becoming harder and harder to resist my nephew, and now I wasn't sure if I wanted to do the right thing and end this. More ridiculous thoughts I know, but I needed help and I had nobody to turn to. 

The next day I didn't get up until Zack had gone to school. Would I have to go through a repeat of yesterday, telling him this had to stop, and then giving into sexual desires? His, and mine! Little did I know that I would soon make another sacrifice! So there I was considering my options, not that I had many. I thought of maybe confessing to Tina. I knew she doted on Zack, but when I told her what he made me do surely she wouldn't blame me? But how could I explain having sex with her husband? I had wondered long and hard about Danny. Was he sleeping around behind her back, not just with me? Should I have told her everything, and that it wasn't my fault? I could have said 'no' I realise that, but I didn't, and I didn't expect to be caught out by my nephew. Danny was a real charmer, I'm sure he would make out it was my fault anyway. No for the moment I was stuck with my nephew tormenting me. I was also aware that now and then, my body would let me down. I didn't want what was happening, but sometimes, just sometimes, it was such a thrill. 

I walked up the road to meet Zack for lunch. He had insisted on it. I wore my new green miniskirt 7 inches off my knee, honey coloured tights, green high heeled court shoes, and a black blouse that clung to my body. I had dressed in everything Zack had told me too. Going without a bra and panties made me very self-conscious. I had already attracted whistles from a passing motorist, just walking to the school!

"You look really horny Aunt Sylvie," he whispered, as his eyes ran over my quivering body. 

I turned away and hurried down the road. He caught me up and walked by my side. Even he wasn't stupid enough to make me hold hands with him in our home town, there were too many people around for that. I was aware of the men who gave my legs a second glance. I was aware of the men who smiled at my bouncing boobs, and I was aware of Zack, quietly whispering how all the men that looked, would fuck me if they could.

"Show me your pussy."

His request was so faint I didn't think I had heard right. He had sat me next to a wall at the back of the café. We were alone and I knew no one could see. 

"Go on pull your skirt up. I want to check you did as you were told," he whispered in my ear.

"Can't you wait until we get home?" I asked, and then felt quite ridiculous for saying it.

"No it can't wait. Anyway I only told you not to wear knickers, so why aren't you wearing a bra?"

It was my choice to go without a bra. This was going against everything that I knew was right, and everything I said earlier I know. But just walking in front of the mirror at home, and watching my long legs in the nylon gave me such a thrill. It was more the thought of men seeing me dressed like this, than it actually happening. While the thought of their reaction scared me, it also excited me. Just like the first day I wore a miniskirt going up the escalator with Tina and Zack. But it wasn't until I swapped Zack for some sexy man in my head a few days later, that I rubbed myself! I swallowed hard, and my trembling fingers moved down to my lap. My breathing was erratic, and my palms were sweaty. I pulled my hem up very slowly. I watched as the control tops of my tights appeared, and then I gulped, as my mound of hair came into view under the thin honey coloured nylon.

"Oh that's brilliant," Zack gasped.

I closed my eyes with the knowledge rolling around in my brain that I was exposing myself to my nephew, and maybe I was enjoying it a little! But his next command had my already pounding heart doubling in speed.

"Open your legs so I can touch you," he mumbled.

"No!" I gasped, still holding my hem up my thighs.

"You are the one who went braless. I didn't tell you to do that. Now open your legs."

I took a deep trembling breath, and heard my metal heels scrape across the floor tiles. I winced as I felt my nephew's hand on my nylon clad thigh.

"Oh god!" I groaned, as he slowly moved his hand to its target.

I felt it lightly trail between my trembling legs. Then he forced his fingers down further, this action caused me to scrape my heels on the floor again. Well I had to open my legs further.

"That is one wet cunt you've got there auntie," he whispered.

I couldn't believe how crude he was being, but it just seemed to add to the excitement, that deep down I knew was wrong. He pressed his fingers until it slipped between the wet folds of my pussy. My whole body was shaking so much I thought the waitress might see. I couldn't see her as my back was to her. But I could hear her moving about. I was still gripping the hell out of my skirt, when he pulled his hand away. I watched his finger heading towards my face. I could feel him watching my reaction, as we could both smell my pussy on his fingers. I quickly pulled my hem down as the shoes approached from behind. Zack put his hand down, but I had smelt myself, and I couldn't look up at the waitress as she put the plates down in front of us. I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. Zack was already eating and I could barely hold the knife and fork! Gradually I began to eat; my trembling was under control, still there, but just a little shadow of a few minutes ago. My poor pussy was twitching, wondering why I had worked her up and then left her. All through this I hadn't looked at my nephew, I just couldn't. Zack finished before I did and then I felt his hand on my thigh. He stroked it lightly. I felt my leg being pulled away from the other. My heel dragged across the floor again. I was trying to eat, and Zack was back fingering my sopping pussy!

"Don't stop eating auntie just let me play with you. Can you eat with one hand?"

I didn't understand this question, not until he took my knife away and put my hand in his lap. He wrapped my fingers around his cock. I gasped as I felt his hard dick! I watched the fork move towards my mouth; it just shook in my trembling hand! The chip looked like a live fish, wriggling to get off a hook. It somehow got to my mouth eventually, as I slowly jerked Zack's hard cock! 

God you're blushing like fuck, it's so horny auntie," he hissed quietly,

Well I wasn't surprised I was blushing, he had pushed his finger right on my clit! He flicked it with no real rhythm. It just made it worse for me. I tried to chew, but now and then I gasped and twitched, as he flicked or tweaked me. I put the fork down, or more sort of dropped it. I had stopped playing with him now. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't help squeezing his rock hard cock, as tried my best to keep my orgasm to just the two of us!

"I can't believe how fucking sexy you are," he mumbled.

I whimpered again only a little louder. I could hear the waitress chatting in the distance, and someone paying a bill further away. It all seemed to add to the thrill, I couldn't stop my orgasm now, not even if the waitress approached! Finally it did slowly finish, I felt weak and drained. Now Zack was pumping my hand with his on an excited hard cock. I heard him grunting through his nose, and then I felt hot spunk spurt from his cock, as it strained through my fingers. I just looked down a few seconds later. My hand still gripped his cock, it wasn't moving but I could see the white spunk ooze through my fingers. I just sat so shocked by it. I couldn't believe how hot it was as it washed through my hand. He pushed my hand away and tucked himself into his trousers. I still couldn't move. Zack had to slap a serviette into my dripping fingers to get me to react! I came to my senses and wiped my spunk filled fingers. Zack plucked the soaked serviette from my hand and put it on my plate! I watched with an open mouth as the waitress took the plates. I just stared at the serviette as it made the journey to some bin in the kitchen. I went to the toilet to sort myself out. There she was in the mirror that mixed up, red faced aunt, wondering what the hell she was up to! I had never had any form of sex in a public place before. I just couldn't believe that I gave in so easily. I couldn't understand why my 18 year old nephew had this sort of sexual hold over his 26 year old aunt! Zack lagged behind on the way back to school. It didn't dawn on me why, until I looked over my shoulder, he was videoing my legs on his mobile phone!

"You know we ought to take a detour. If we go up the alley at the back of the houses I'll get to school quicker."

I didn't even think he had an ulterior motive for going that way. I should have guessed I suppose, but I was still coming to terms with everything that happened in the café. The alley had a high wooden panel fence, about 8 feet high. It was at the end of the gardens of all the houses, and it ran the entire length of the alley. On the other side of the narrow alley, there was just a wire fence that was over grown with long grass, and beyond that was the country side.

"Stop and turn round," Zack instructed.

My heart was thumping like hell. Surely he wasn't going to make me do something disgusting here! I stood facing him feeling my legs shake.

"Now lift your skirt, and show me your cunt," he whispered.

I shook my head. I could hear someone mowing a lawn behind the fence. 

"You know auntie your video would go down a treat with my mates."

I raised my hem up and stood holding it, while he held his phone pointing at my pussy! 

"Zack if someone comes out of one of the gates!" I hissed in a panic filled voice.

He ignored me and concentrated on fiddling with his phone. I guess he was zooming in or something. My face had gone red again, and my bottom jaw was trembling. I could feel the cool breeze on my juiced up pussy. My nipples felt like bullets, and my legs felt like jelly!

"Now open your blouse and show me your tits."

I opened the buttons with trembling fingers. As I opened it up I felt the breeze circulate around my breasts.

"Skirt too, show me everything together."

Zack's face looked flushed and he was breathing quite hard. For the first time today he seemed to be unable to hide his emotions, apart from when he pumped himself into my hand at the café. When he spoke I heard it in his voice.

"Walk up the alley and hold the, the back of your skirt right, right up," he stammered.

I turned away from him, and hoisted my hem right up over my rear. With each step I took my pussy leaked into my tights. I couldn't understand why I felt this way, I was being forced to do this, but my pussy wouldn't stop telling me how turned on I was! I tried to focus up ahead, I watched for someone coming out of a garden gate. This was quite ridiculous, but so bloody sexy too! My nephew was videoing my ass as it rolled with every step! It was probably 300 yards from the start of the alley to the end. Because of the uneven ground and my shaking legs, I had to look where I was treading. My eyes constantly flicked from the ground, to the end of the alley. I didn't have a chance to do up my blouse if someone suddenly appeared! The lawnmower was becoming louder, and I worked out which garden it was in.

"Zack please can I lower my skirt?"

My eyes opened wide as I turned to see him rubbing his cock! He had got the bloody thing out of his trousers!

"Hold the fence, right down low," he mumbled with a quaking voice.

I bent down, and I felt Zack yank my skirt up over my back. I gripped the wire fence, long strands of grass danced over my breasts causing me to shudder. Within seconds I felt hot spunk for the second time today! This time it splashed on my backside! He was grunting hard and panting quickly. I just held my position, as squirt after squirt covered my ass, soaking through my tights!

"Oh fucking hell!" Zack spat.

I turned round and wished I hadn't, Zack was still holding his phone, and his cock as it spewed out spunk. Why the hell did he have to video this! He was still grunting and groaning as he put his cock away. I straightened up and cringed as I let my skirt drop, covering my backside and Zack's cum. I wanted to pull my tights off and throw them away. But I just couldn't risk getting caught. I began to walk quite gingerly up the path, with my shaking fumbling fingers trying to do my blouse up at the same time. I could feel my nephew's spunk dribbling over my backside. When we got to the end of the alley Zack gave me instructions. I nodded and walked away, leaving him to continue to school. I barely acknowledged Mrs Paterson at the end of my road. My hands were still shaking as I fought to get the key in the lock. I raced up the stairs and shoved my skirt down. My left hand went into my tights, and my right hand went into my blouse. I panted and grunted to an orgasm in less than a minute! My mind played everything that had happened at double speed. I had to get everything through my brain before I finally reached an orgasm. The last image in my head was that of Zack, showing his mates at school his sexy aunt exposing herself for the video on his phone. Would he show them my nylon clad ass as I bent over? Would they see me just holding my position, as Zack's cock squirted spunk all over my quivering buttocks!

5 minutes later I was sat in a trance like state. I had pushed my tights down to my ankles, but I hadn't taken them off. I wasn't allowed! That was the last instruction Zack gave me. He would take them off tonight. My head was so mixed up with what was right and wrong I just didn't know anymore. Part of me didn't care, the part that made me rush home and finger myself. This part of me was beginning to win. I had never experienced sex like this, and it was turning me on beyond anything I could imagine. I just wished I could turn myself into two people, a loving wife, and my nephew's sex toy. It was over an hour before I moved. I pulled my tights up feeling the almost dry spunk of my nephew on my ass. I had told myself that I had to do as Zack wanted, that was my excuse anyway. Maybe I could have stopped this somehow. But with my husband overseas, what harm could it do? You might think I had already made my sacrifice, and I suppose I had in a way. But I had fought in my head after every single thing I had to endure. But now there would be no more fighting. Now I wanted to do whatever Zack wanted. I would appear reluctant, because I think that was what he liked, and it gave me a flimsy excuse for myself. The thrill of being dominated by my nephew was getting to me, and pushing right and wrong to the back of my mind. I was becoming his now, whether I liked it or not!




All About Zack Ch. 03



So there I was waiting by the front door like he had instructed. I had removed my blouse and pushed my tights down to mid thigh. I shook and trembled as the front door opened. I lifted my hem to show Zack my pussy like he had wanted. I took a deep breath. 

"Sylvia what the hell......?"

"Mum!" I shrieked.

I pulled my tights up and covered my breasts, as I ran into the lounge.

"Wait there dear, your aunt needs to finish getting dressed."

She came in through the lounge door, her face still looked shocked.

"Aren't you feeling well Sylvia, have you just got out of bed? Your nephew has just come home from school. It's a good job we met on the path, or he would have opened the door first!"

"I, I didn't realise it was so late, yes I've been ill, I, I've been to bed," I stammered.

"Well go and find a blouse before I let him in. It's a good job your stepfather didn't come with me today," she said, fanning her face with her hand.

I waited until she went back outside and closed the front door. She explained to Zack that I was ill, and I need to dress properly before she would let him in. 5 minutes later I came downstairs pretending I had a headache. 

"Now you go up and do your homework or whatever Zack," she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

He just gave me an amused grin, out of sight of my mother. 

"Sylvia you shouldn't parade around half naked with an 18 year old in the house, what has gotten into you?"

I shook my head trying to cover for myself, "I didn't realise the time. I must have slept longer, than I thought."

"Well just remember Zack is still young, and the way Tina protects him he would probably have died of shock if he saw you naked."

"I wasn't naked mum, don't make an issue out of it," I protested.

"Sylvia you didn't have a top on, and you were pulling your tights up, and don't you wear panties under them?"

"Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Honestly, I can't think what the poor boy would have done if he saw you like that."

"Mother!" I snapped, "He didn't, OK?" 

She gave me her usual indignant huff, "Well I mean he'll soon be courting girls, I'm sure he'd think twice if he saw you naked, being older and all."

"Enough mother, just drop it," I snapped.

"OK, but just be more careful, and don't call me mother like that."

Two hours later I turned from the front door. Zack was staring at me. All of a sudden I felt vulnerable again.

"I told you how to dress when I came home, just because she came in first it doesn't excuse you from doing what I want."

I wanted to argue with him but I just mumbled a sorry.

"So for your punishment you are to spend the rest of the night naked, apart from your tights and high heels." 

I nodded as I begun to strip in front of him. He just watched me the whole time. My body trembled as he gazed at me.

"You know I could ask you to do more things Aunt Sylvie? Now your mum has seen you waiting naked inside the front door, I could tell her you're forcing me to have sex with you."

I looked up into his grinning eyes, my bottom lip trembled slightly.

"She's seen it with her own eyes now, her slut of a daughter waiting to ravage her nephew. See you belong to me, and I know you enjoy it despite all your protests."

I gasped as his fingers tweaked my pussy lips through my tights.

"Oh Zack this is, is so wrong," I mumbled.

"For you maybe, hey did your mum see how wet you were? I bet she thought you were playing with yourself, all alone, hubby over the pond. Do you reckon she thought you had a man upstairs?"

He pinched my lips a little more firmly.

"Maybe," I said in a choked voice.

He pushed my tights down to the tops of my thighs. We just locked eyes as he pushed a finger into my soaked pussy. My legs quaked as he finger fucked me with long slow strokes.

"I love your bush auntie, all that black curly hair," he hissed, as his other hand began gently tugging my pussy hair.

He moved closer and I watched his lips close in on my mouth. 

"I think your mum is at home now playing with her snatch. She's probably telling your dad what she saw. Does daddy fancy you I wonder, is he getting off right now thinking of his little girl sucking his cock?"

"He's my stepfather," I mumbled.

I pushed my mouth forward just to shut him up. I didn't want these images of my stepfather; I just wanted Zack to give me the orgasm that I craved. He pulled his head away and stared at me with his cold black eyes. 

"Please let me kiss you," I whimpered.

I moved my head forward and he backed away again. He had a grin on his face. His aunt was amusing him now. She had become his slut, and she was desperate to release the tension between her legs. He grabbed my hair yanking it back roughly. My mouth opened and I gasped with shock. He forced his tongue right into my mouth. It felt quite long, and I'm sure he was trying to push it into my throat! I choked a little and tried to protest. He just ignored me, and then sent his tongue even further into my trembling, gaping, mouth. It didn't feel like a kiss at all. It was just him pushing his tongue in my mouth. His finger became faster and slick with my juice. My legs threatened to buckle, and I had to cling to him to stay upright. I could feel my cheeks burn, and my heart pounding faster.

"What the fuck is going on?" my heart asked my brain. 

"She's only getting off with her nephew again! Do try and keep up or we'll both be fucked," my brain answered.

Zack suddenly pulled away. I slumped forward and he pushed me back against the wall.

"Oh Zack, finish me off!" I screeched.

He just stood there with an arrogant smirk. He had turned me into a lust crazed whore. I could see in his eyes, just how much he enjoyed turning his aunt into a gibbering wreck!

"Stop it you slut, take your hand out of your pussy."

His words were calm and almost whispered. They also made me realise what I was doing, rubbing myself in front of my nephew, with very little or no shame!

"I need to Zack, I need it bad," I whimpered, with tears in my eyes.

He tugged my hand away from my pussy. Just a few more flicks and I would trip over the edge.

"Are you going to suck me off tonight?"

I stopped thoughts of my orgasm, but my body wanted it bad. Zack flicked his finger over my clit just twice.

"Yes I'll suck you!" I screamed.

His finger dug deep in my pussy, and his lips clamped onto my left nipple. He sucked hard and finger fucked me fast. Again I clung to my young nephew as my body finally got what she wanted. 

"Thank fuck for that!" my brain shouted. 

"Its alright for you, I've got to bring this bitch down, slowly now," my pounding heart replied.

I slid down the wall pressing my hand between my legs. When I opened my eyes Zack was looking down on me taking a bite out of an apple!

"So I get my blow job tonight then Auntie Sylvie?"

I looked down at his trousers I saw the hard cock that it held. Why the hell was he so bloody calm! Just who was the lust crazed person here? He pulled me to my still shaking feet.

"Leave your tights around the tops of your thighs. You know I can smell your pussy, you better hope we don't get visitors, mind you they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off your body, would they slut?"

I pushed past him as I stumbled to the loo. I sat there and for the first time I didn't cry. I just played over in my head, every disgustingly sexy thing that had happened that day.



All About Zack Ch. 04



We sat on the couch just cuddling. Well he was cuddling me; I just sat there feeling numb. Just a short while ago I was a faithful loving housewife, who got annoyed at the thought that my husband wanted me to have sex with other men. Now I had fucked my sister's husband, and I was being blackmailed by my nephew. He had made me do such disgusting things, and now I was the one who had begged him to give me an orgasm! From time to time I would reach up and kiss his lips. I felt like his girlfriend. I wondered what Brian would make of my submission to Zack. I pictured him tied up in the chair opposite us; I would fetch and carry cups of tea and biscuits for Zack. I would then return to snuggle in Zack's arms like a love sick girlfriend. I don't know what we were watching on the telly, I was staring right through it. For the last hour he had his left arm around me, idly groping my breast and nipple. His right hand was down between my legs, just fiddling with my wet lips. I looked down at the hard cock that I was gently caressing. What would my husband make of that! 

"I heard you talking to your mum about your sister; she's not as pretty as you."

I raised my head and looked into his eyes. 

"She might move back down here from Scotland, now she's splitting up with Trevor." 

"Why is she splitting up with dad?"

Sometimes I used to forget Trevor was Zack's father, silly seeing as how he would go on holiday with them, and talk about it to me when he was just a nice little nephew.

"I don't know, I just guess they don't love each other anymore."

It was then I started wondering about my future. He kissed the top of my head as I lowered it back onto his chest.

I stood in front of him in the bedroom. I was feeling scared now, not because he was forcing me, because I wanted to make it good for him! I had lost my will to fight; somehow Zack had worn me down. The more control he gained the more arrogant and assured Zack became. It turned me on when I lost control. With my husband sex was a mutual thing. Although he nagged me to go with other men, he knew when to stop. Sex with him was just like having dinner, we ate what we liked, and we never tried anything different. We had gotten used to what we did with each other. I suppose this would explain why I had sex with Danny, after years of the same old thing I finally tried something new. Now look where it had got me?

I knelt before Zack. My fingers trembled with excitement, as well as fear. My nephew had complete control over his worried aunt. He groaned approval as I held his hard cock. I swallowed and knelt up. Just 6 inches away was a large purple head. I could feel my lips tremble as they parted. I moved my head closer, closing my eyes at the last minute. Hard dick brushed my lips, causing me to shudder as I took him in my mouth. He gasped a little and then stroked my hair. I remembered the girl Becky on his phone. How he had gripped her head, pushing her right on his excited cock. I didn't want him doing this to me. I just wanted to let myself do what had to be done. I swirled my tongue over his cock head. He gasped and twitched a little. 

"Look at me," he moaned.

I opened my eyes and trailed them up his flat stomach. Our eyes met and he groaned again. My free hand rubbed over my lips, teasing my wet pussy. This was the boy who I bought presents for, worrying in case he didn't like them. I even took ages selecting his birthday cards. Now I had his cock in my mouth, and all I was worried about was if he was enjoying his aunt's attempt at oral sex! I began to bob my head. My left hand pumped his cock, and my right hand kept busy between my legs. My eyes drifted away from Zack's. I started concentrating on making him happy. I closed my eyes again, as I worked him from the front of my mouth to the back. I didn't know how long I could keep this up. I shuffled around from time to time getting comfortable. Zack was groaning more and more. I noticed his legs twitch slightly. It wouldn't be long now. He would soon spew out hot spunk into my mouth. I was breathing hard through my nose, not only due to sucking him for the last 10 minutes, but also because I had 2 fingers buried in my aching pussy, right up to the knuckles! I could hear my juiced up fanny squelch. The sound excited me, and repulsed me at the same time. I wondered whether this present was the best I could give my nephew, his aunt on her knees sucking him off into her mouth? 

"Oh fuck you randy tart!" he spat, through gritted teeth.

Far from making me feel sick like it would have done days ago, it actually spurred me on. His hips started to thrust forward. A hand gripped my hair and I just hoped to god he wouldn't choke me! I felt a hot spot on my tongue, it gradually got larger. Then his cock seemed to spurt. I sucked hard wanting to taste my nephew's spunk. It was hot, salty, and very thick. Zack was grunting hard now, strange little whimpers escaped him. I can't imagine what it would feel like to shoot hot spunk into your auntie's mouth? I looked up at him as his eyes burnt into mine. 

"You fucking loved that didn't you slut?" he panted.

I withdrew from his cock and saw a big white blob hanging from his cock. It threatened to drop off, probably on my thighs or maybe even my tits. Zack had other ideas; I closed my eyes as he rubbed his spunky cock over my face. I felt a hot, wet trail cover my cheeks, nose, and closed eyelids. Zack was still grunting and holding my head by the hair. I could hear in his groans how much this amused him, rubbing his spunky cock all over his quivering aunt's face! 

"Go on then tart let yourself go," he sneered.

The hardness of his cock seemed to heighten my arousal, and the way he spoke to me if I'm honest. He grabbed my hair really hard.

"Go on I want to see your face when you orgasm, finger your pussy make it happen," he spat. 

I just looked into his dark controlling eyes, his lips turned up at the edges into a dirty smile. My mouth opened and I gasped. I'm sure my red face and whimpering cries amused him. Was his aunt really the slut he said she was? Finally I had to close my eyes as I whimpered through an intense orgasm. Even when I finished he was looking down on me, like I belonged to him.

I felt a wet cloth on my face. I just sat there with my eyes closed as Zack's trembling hands cleaned me up. He stretched out a hand and I took it. He gently pulled me to my feet. I felt really quite strange, like a ghost or something watching what was happening, and not really being involved in it. But deep down I knew it was me surrendering to sex, sex with my nephew! 

"Did you get it all on your phone?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, every sexy grunt and groan, from start to finish," he smiled.

"You won't, show anyone will you? I mean it's just between nephew and aunt isn't it?" 

He grinned at my worried expression, but he wouldn't tell me. He was enjoying tormenting me, and enjoying every minute of it.

"Just keep me happy auntie, it's my phone, and I can do what I want with it, got that?"

I nodded dumbly, but even so I was still adamant there was no way he was going to fuck me!

We slept together that night. Zack had his arm under mine and his hand cupped my breast, I didn't object, he now had complete control over me. I began thinking of my husband, Brian would go mad if he knew, or would he? Was I now living out my husband's fantasy, without him! It was Saturday tomorrow, whenever he was away he used to phone on Saturdays. How could I tell him what had happened? I suppose I couldn't really, well not everything. I left Zack sleeping as I filled the washing machine. It was just before 10 o'clock. This was when Brian usually phoned. I answered the door and took the bouquet of flowers just as the phone started ringing.

"How are you? How is he?" 

I had tears in my eyes.

"It's OK Brian," I mumbled back.

"What has he done to you?"

"Nothing really, I don't want to talk about him."

"Sylvia I managed to convince them I have to go home earlier, I'll be a couple of days."

"I can cope; don't put your job on the line again."

"You mustn't tell Tina when she phones. You must be strong darling, I'll be home soon then we can go away for awhile, a holiday."

"It's OK I can cope. Anyway thank you for the flowers," I said, trying to sound happier.

"What flowers?" 

My face dropped and my hand went to my mouth. 

I went back to my bedroom. Zack was sat up smoking one of my cigarettes.

"I didn't know you smoked," I mumbled.

He stood up and put the fag in his mouth. I felt his fingers slacken the belt to my dressing gown. I found myself holding my arms away from my body as he slipped it off my shoulders, I stood naked before him. I took the cigarette from his mouth and took a puff as he knelt down. 

"Uncle Brian is coming home early Zack," I mumbled, as his tongue flicked my clit.

"So? What does that mean?"

"It means we have to stop this," I answered surprised by his question.

I gasped as he pushed a finger deeper into me. I could feel an orgasm building by the second. Why the hell was I like this?

"Thank you for the flowers Zack," I mumbled, as my orgasm made me writhe on his tongue.

He stood watching me as I dressed; I pulled my panties up feeling the white sticky puddle make contact with my pussy. My lips quivered, as Zack watched like a scientist would with a first experiment.

"You see auntie you are going to wear my spunk in your knickers."

"My mother and stepfather are coming today Zack. You will let me change this afternoon won't you?" I asked swallowing hard.

He smiled at me, knowing how much my appearance would shock my mother.

"No," he said, grinning cruelly at my worried face.

My mother looked shocked; my stepfather just sort of, looked. 

"What the hell are you doing dressed like that?" my mother hissed.

"I'm playing tennis straight afterwards," I replied, with my prepared feeble excuse.

"What in white 5 inch stilettos, and hose?"

"No mother I'm taking my trainers."

"I haven't finished yet," she snapped interrupting me.

I went to protest again but she held her hand up stopping me.

"You are wearing a red bra under a white top. You are wearing a ridiculously short skirt."

"Tennis skirts are like that Martha," my stepfather said.

"Yes I know, but we are supposed to be going into town! For heaven sake Sylvia you are 27 next month. It might be acceptable for a 19 year old, but quite frankly I have my doubts about that. I'm not going into town with you unless you change."

She crossed her arms, waiting for me to run up the stairs. 

"Fine, then don't bother!" I snapped.

She waited for a split second with a very surprised look on her face. I had never ever stood up to mum like this, especially when she was right. She opened her mouth to speak but she didn't, she just turned on her heels and left.

"Sylvia, are you cheating on Brian?"

I just stared at my stepfather. I wanted to say no but I just couldn't. 

"You know I never thought he was good enough for you, if you are then, that is up to you."

"What are you saying dad?" I mumbled.

We heard my mother call him from the car.

"You look beautiful Sylvia, maybe a little over the top for walking in town. But well, if a stepfather can say his daughter looks sexy, then this would be the time."

I watched him gulp, and his eyes dropped to my legs. I called him dad because it pleased my mother. I wondered if she would still let me call him dad, if she knew about the kiss he had forced on me on my 21st birthday.

"Your mother had beautiful legs, not that she showed them off. But yours are better. I, I, must go, I love you Sylvia."

He turned quickly not giving me the chance to reply. He walked quickly down the path. Just 3 years ago I saw him coming out of a paper shop. I nearly called to him, until I saw the porn magazine he was tucking into his overcoat.

I closed the door and lent back against it. I could feel Zack's spunk in my panties. When I looked up he was staring at me. His hard cock stuck out of his trousers. He took my hand and placed it round his cock. 

"You really are a Daddy's Girl aren't you Sylvie?"

I knelt down under the light pressure from his hands on my shoulders. I took his cock in my mouth, almost without thinking what I was doing. 

"Did you see the way he looked at your tits and legs?"

I managed to mumble a 'yes' with a mouthful of Zack's cock. Then he showed me his phone. My stepfather's face was on it, filling the small screen. I heard my mother and me arguing. But all the time my father's eyes were staring at me. They rolled up and down my body. I didn't notice at the time, but now I could see he was risking getting caught by my mother, just for the thrill of eyeing up his stepdaughter!

"Let's face it auntie we are a pretty fucked up family."

He pulled me to my feet and tugged my tights and panties down. He smirked as his finger found my wet pussy. He pushed me back on the stairs; he pulled my shoes then my tights and panties off. He began kissing my pussy.

"Zack please stop what if the builders want something?"

"Well if they saw you like this I'm sure they would. Anyway I think it is time you made them a drink, don't you?"

"No make me come first," I pleaded, as he pulled away.

I sat there pulling up my tights. Zack wouldn't let me put my panties back on. The two builders were repairing our guttering. Zack knew they were coming today. The older one couldn't keep his eyes off me. My little tennis skirt barely covered my ass. Zack made me stand by the back door and we listened to them. Apparently (according to the two of them), I was gagging for it, and my legs went on forever, and surely my old man couldn't keep a horny tart, with such big tits happy. Oh I nearly forgot I was blushing so much because I wanted them to stiff my ass! I was lost completely now. Zack had me fighting with my mother, and I was doing whatever he wanted with very little, or no argument. Even to my own disgust I was wondering if my stepfather, fancied me! Well I knew the answer to that. Maybe Zack was right and we were a fucked up family. He was controlling everything I did, and the grey area between right and wrong was pulling the opposites together. So much so, that level headed women like I considered myself to be, was under his complete control! That is why I walked out into the back garden carrying a tray of coffee, with the gusset of my tights below the hem of my skirt! I was trembling and nervous. I was blushing, and worried. But I was so turned on! I saw them both looking at the gusset my tights, just below the hem of my white pleated tennis skirt, out of the corner of my eye. Did they think that I was a bored randy housewife that filled sex stories involving men like them? Men who came to repair things, or delivery men, or maybe salesman? The younger of the two (I guess he was about 20) looked like he was holding back. The older man in his 40's had probably seen this all before. My metal heels scraped on the patio, as my shaking legs took uncertain steps.

"Where would you like it?" I mumbled.

I saw the grin on the older man's face. I knew even as I said the words they would both be thinking of the double meaning. Brian said they were cheap, that's why we hired them. I didn't realise the older guy was quite so menacing. He came from the dodgy area of town, and with a black eye and a cut lip that both looked a few days old, he worried me. 

"Why don't you put it on my tool box love?"

I blushed even more if it was possible. Especially as the younger guy sniggered!

I had to bend down now. I could feel both of their eyes watching. They were waiting for my ass to come into view under my tiny tennis skirt, sure enough it did. I closed my eyes as I bent down. The gasp from the younger guy that was quickly hushed up by the older man, told me they had seen too much!

"Would you, like some biscuits, or something?" my strangled voice asked.

I already knew the 'or something' was the wrong thing to say. The older man stepped forward. His hand went up the back of my skirt and he gently caressed my nylon encased ass. I tried pulling away, but he just wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me back. I felt his lips on my neck, and I could smell his fag stained breath. He chuckled dirtily in my ear, when he realised I wasn't objecting his finger pushed deep in the crack of my ass. 

"I think the or something would be more appealing," he groaned.

I felt his other hand slowly raise the front of my skirt. My eyes looked at his mate. He gazed between my legs at my pussy under my tights. Did he notice how wet I was?

"Go on Jimmy give her cunt a little kiss. God I want to stiff your hot little ass," he said with a dirty chuckle.

My heart was beating like mad as the young man dropped to his knees. The older guy pushed against me stopping me from pulling back, his hand was up the back of my skirt mauling my ass. I spread my legs a little. I gasped as his tongue licked the length of my pussy. His mate chuckled dirtily in my ear, as his finger pushed my tights into my backside. 

"So do we go inside and give you what your old man can't? I'd be willing to knock something of the bill for a sexy ass like you," he sniggered, as his wet tongue slid up my face.

I never got to think about a reply. I heard my mother shout, she was in the bloody living room!

"Ah Zack where is your aunt?" I heard her ask.

I half stumbled through the back door. My pussy was having an argument with my brain and my heart. She wanted fucking, but my brain and my heart told her no! 

"Oh Sylvia I'm sorry I shouldn't have had a go at you. I'm just well, a little old now, if you know what I mean? Just seeing you look so pretty reminded me of what I've lost."

"Mum you are still pretty, I'm sure dad thinks that too."

I cuddled her, hiding my red face over her shoulder.

"He had a right go at me. He said I shouldn't have been so horrible, and he's right, but you don't look right for walking around town, sorry I'm just feeling old."

I grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.

"You know he told me you had nice legs, he told me mine were just as good. He does know all the right things to say sometimes. Anyway he said he'd drop you off to tennis later. I think he wants to talk to you or something, he was very insistent."

I put my head back over my mum's shoulder. My pussy was still dripping from what had happened outside. Now I wondered what my stepfather wanted. Yes I did fleetingly think about the way he looked at me. But surely he wasn't going to make a pass at me? I saw the builders leaving in their truck 20 minutes later, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but were they as frustrated as I was now? Dad dropped mum home and would return shortly. 

I tried to ask Zack to leave the house. Eventually I settled for him staying silently in his room, even so I had conditions to meet before he agreed, he wanted a blowjob, and I wasn't allowed to refuse. I watched his mobile phone, he had videoed everything from the back bedroom window. I watched the shot that looked down on me, as I took the builders tongue in my mouth. I could now remember the feel of his hand travelling over my ass. Now I could see the younger man knelt in front of me. I whimpered as he kissed my pussy. My final act was to twist out of the builder's arms, and struggle to the door. I watched the phone as the screen went all blurred. Zack must have been racing down the stairs to intercept my mother. So there I was knelt before Zack again.

"My dad will be here shortly Zack, please don't hold back?"

Zack just smirked at me, "you had better do a good job then auntie."

I plunged my mouth over his hard cock. I went too far and gagged. I pulled off coughing but soon returned to my task. My naked tits felt squashed between his thighs. He had deliberately clamped his legs together. I managed to get them out after a few minutes. 




All About Zack Ch. 04



"How far would you have gone with those builders auntie?" 

In truth I didn't know, I don't think they would have let me decide that anyway. I suppose my mum coming in had stopped me making a terrible mistake, but then again just look at me now! I had to get Zack to spunk quickly. He told me my dad would have to wait until he had finished with me first.

I stopped sucking him and carried on pumping his cock. My eyes travelled up to his, and he saw me swallow hard.

"How far would you want me to go?"

I thought my answer would please him, but I don't think it did.

"Tell me how far you would go?"

"I would have let them both fuck me, if that would please you Zack? After all that is what this week is all about, pleasing my nephew," I answered faintly.

I gulped and slipped my mouth back over his cock. He groaned and grunted as he gently began to work his hips back and forth. I heard a little chuckle from him as I choked a little.

"Do you like sucking cock Auntie Sylvie?"

Again I took him out of my mouth and looked up to him.

"Only yours darling," I cooed.

He pushed his hot cock back in my mouth. I began sucking greedily. Just to get him off you understand? 

"Oops, daddy's here, and his little girl hasn't finished yet. Maybe I should call him up here to his daughter's bedroom. Would you like that Auntie Sylvie?"

I began sucking harder and pumping his cock faster. My stepfather was just outside, and here I was racing to get my nephew to shoot down my throat!

"I haven't come yet auntie," he said with a smirk.

I began to suck him and pump him frantically now. I heard a car door slam outside.

"Oh he's coming up the path," Zack teased.

I stood up and pushed Zack away from the curtain. I grabbed his cock with my hand wrapped around my tights. I began jerking him faster. He looked shocked. I knew he had been trying to hold back the little shit! Well he couldn't hold on for long like this. 

"Oh you fucking bitch!" Zack snapped. 

"I'm your fucking bitch Zack, I'm your sexy aunt. Now send me down to daddy with my tights full of spunk," I spat, and plunged my mouth on his.

I heard the front door open. I pulled off the kiss and pumped him as fast as I could.

"Come on Zack don't you want to send me down to daddy with my tights full of my nephew's hot spunk? I bet he'll be able to smell it," I whispered in his ear.

"Sylvie? Sylvie where are you?"

Zack didn't give me time to answer; he began sucking my tongue into his mouth. I squirmed and wriggled. My arm knocked the alarm clock off the bedside cabinet.

"Sylvie? Are you alright?" I heard him call up the stairs.

I couldn't answer, Zack wouldn't let me, and he just continued to force me to kiss him. I suppose I could have stopped yanking on his cock but I didn't, for some reason I just carried on!

It was Zack that finally stopped the kiss, "he's going to walk in on us Auntie Sylvie."

I felt Zack shoot into the gusset of my tights.

"Dad, don't come in! Wait downstairs pl, please," I shouted with a trembling voice.

My eyes opened wide as I saw dad's hand on the door frame. 

"Go downstairs!" I shrieked, as Zack still splattered into my tights.

I watched Dad's left hand on the door frame. The staircase was just around from my bedroom door. I could tell he was at the top of the stairs from where his hand was. Just another step and a 180 degree turn, and he would see me pumping my nephew into my tights! His arm came into view now, but it was the back of his arm.

"OK sweetheart."

I waited for him to turn round; if he turned to his left he would catch a glimpse of us. If he turned to his right then we might be safe.....

I bent forward clasping the radiator. I was breathing heavy and so was Zack. My stepfather had turned to the right, and had gone back downstairs. 

I slipped my top on after a few moments of pleading with Zack; he wouldn't let me wear my bra! I was made to pull my tights up feeling his hot wet spunk mash into my pussy hair and lips. I had quite a strange feeling, knowing I would soon be stood in front of my lecherous stepfather with a soaked pussy, and Zack's spunk in my tights. But it still turned me on! 

I suppose I haven't got many friends left out there reading this, especially as I had let Zack take complete control of me now. He was creepy I knew that, but if you could just see the power he had. OK I know this was my fault to start with. But how many women out there have had sex that was so different it changed their lives, married or not? Marriages break up all the time, I can't pretend to know how many of those divorces are the result of sex, but I was fast realising that my own marriage was on rocky ground. I didn't want a divorce, but my husband might if he knew all the details! So what do I do confess to everything, even to the point of enjoying what Zack had me doing? Or when this was all over, should I lie to my husband and hope we could get over this? Then again would he enjoy some of what had gone on? He wanted me to have sex with other men, but my own nephew! Still I hadn't let him fuck me; at least that's something in my favour, isn't it?



All About Zack Ch. 05



So there I was still in my tennis gear, with high heels, tights, and no panties or bra, with Zack's spunk pressed against my pussy.

I figured on getting a taxi back from the tennis club as soon as he dropped me off. Besides I hadn't played tennis for years, not that I was ever going to.

I still felt flushed as I opened the door to the lounge. I could hear my stepfather in the kitchen, probably making a cup of tea. He had a habit of just coming in and doing it when he was with mum, I didn't mind. 

With every step I could feel a squelch between my legs. I could smell the slight whiff of spunk too. I just hoped dad couldn't.

"Hi," I said a little wary.

He turned smiling at me, "have we got time for a cup of tea?"

I nodded and watched him as he went back to making the tea. Dad was 62; he was slim and stood around 5'6". He had curly ginger hair that was disappearing fast; I always remember how thick it was when I was a young girl. 

"Is mum OK?"

"Yes, oh I see what you mean. Yes she's fine, no sign of her illness coming back. Is Zack here?"

I shook my head, and then I watched a fleeting glance at my legs. I walked slowly to the fridge, my heels echoed on the tiles. I handed him the milk. As I swung the fridge door open to replace the milk, just for a split second, I saw his reflection in it. He was staring hard at my backside. I closed the fridge door slowly. His eyes were now trailing down my legs. 

"What time are you playing tennis?" he asked, dropping his eyes to my legs again.

"I'm not now," I mumbled with a gulp.

"Shall we go in the lounge?" he asked.

He handed me the cup, but my hands were still shaking from earlier so I didn't take it. I just turned and walked to the lounge. He put the cups on the coffee table and sat in the chair rather awkwardly.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

I didn't want to risk the chance of him glimpsing up my skirt. It was so short I figured he would see everything.

"No, I'll stand up."

I bent forward to pick up my cup. That was when I noticed my dark nipple through my white top. I turned away and walked to the windowsill, it was waist high so I placed my cup on it. I turned facing him.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?"

He took a deep breath, "it's not your mother that's ill it's me. I've got a few months left, 6 months or if I'm really lucky, a year. She didn't want me to tell anyone, she didn't want you all worrying."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

He gave me a little grin like he thought I didn't mean it.

"I know you won't lose too much sleep. But you and your sister will be looked after in my will, as of course will your mother."

I watched his eyes trail up my legs again. I shifted uncomfortably from one leg to the other. He knew he was embarrassing me with his dirty leers.

"Are you having an affair Sylvia?"

I don't know why I didn't deny it, but for some reason I felt tongue tied.

I watched him run a finger around his collar, like he was feeling restricted or hot.

We both heard a bump come from upstairs. I swallowed as his eyes searched mine. Then they seemed to drop to my breasts, and then they continued travelling down my legs.

"So you have a man upstairs, I knew you weren't going to play tennis, your mother had her doubts too. You had to wait until Zack went out, didn't you?"

I was stunned by my stepfather's accusations, and the little triumphant grin on his face. I remembered him walking in once, as Brian and I were having sex up in my bedroom when I lived with mum and him. He said he didn't hear us which I thought was a lie. He just grinned at me as he backed out of the door. 

"Are you going to divorce Brian for the man upstairs?"

"I.... No.... I."

The lounge door swung open and Zack looked in.

"See you later Auntie I'm going out."

He nodded to my stepfather. As the front door closed I watched my stepfather's shocked face turn to knowing grin.

"So that was a surprise Sylvia. I'm very disappointed in you young lady."

"We, we aren't doing anything, nothing is going on I swear."

He just grinned and looked up into my eyes. 

"You always did blush so terribly when you told a lie. Still I can't ignore that can I? This is going to devastate your mother." 

He stood up and headed to the door. I chased after him and grabbed his arm.

"He's blackmailing me, because I slept with..."

"With whom Sylvia, do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"He is I swear it's true," I pleaded frantically, "he's smart and manipulative, he has this hold over me because of what happened, don't tell mum, please don't?"

"Oh very good, you know you should have been an actress. I mean look at the way you are dressed? No bra and a little tennis outfit. Surely you don't expect me to believe Zack made you do it? I know he is a little strange sometimes. But just tell me the truth."

I stepped back and sat on the couch. I shook my head; I suppose now I had my answer about telling Tina what Zack was making me do, she wouldn't believe it either. 

"So who was it? If he is blackmailing you who did you sleep with?"

"Danny, I slept with Danny." I blurted out.

"So Zack is screwing you because he found out what a slut you are?"

"No he hasn't fucked me you shit! I won't let him, I won't!" I screamed.

"Then my dear stepdaughter what is that white mess in your tights?"

I gasped and wrenched my hem down covering myself. I now knew I couldn't possibly convince him I was telling the truth. He was revelling in this now.

"Please don't tell mum?" I mumbled.

I just sat with my head in my hands. My life had turned to shit, and I was the one responsible.

"What if I went and asked Zack if he was blackmailing you, what would he say?"

"I told you he's clever. He would deny it," I whimpered.

"And Danny would he confess to Tina to save you from being cast out?"

"What do you think?" I snapped.

"You know I was always closer to Stephanie than you. I tried to be friendly, but you just didn't want to know did you?"

I looked up into his eyes. I could feel a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"You touch me and I go straight to mum."

"We don't want her upset do we, a cheating daughter and a cheating husband. Like I said I won't be here for much longer, and your sordid little secret will die with me."

I knew Stephanie went to the odd conference a few times; it just never registered what they were up too. She always teased me when she phoned. She always used to say our stepfather was very generous, and had a lot to offer. 

"Zack must be quite a fuck for you to risk everything, dear stepdaughter? After what happened all those years ago between Stephanie and her friend, you must really have it bad for him."

I looked at him, as he sat down next to me. That bloody smug grin was eating me alive! I looked at his hand that rested on my thigh.

"Just tell me is Zack better than your husband?" he asked as he kissed my ear.

I suppose I should have denied it right away, I just looked down at my lap tugging my hem again that had slipped back up. We hadn't even had intercourse although all the signs pointed to it. I knew my stepfather was getting a thrill out of this, and I knew he wouldn't ever believe me.

"I don't think we need say anymore," he whispered, taking my silence as an admission of guilt. 

He was panting heavily right in my ear. I cringed as I allowed him to kiss my trembling mouth.

He groaned lustfully, that's when I couldn't take anymore; I jumped up and stood staring out of the window.

"Have it your way Sylvia," he grunted.

I heard the downstairs loo flush, and the front door shut quietly. My fumbling fingers found my fag packet.

It was 20 minutes before Zack appeared. I looked at him full of hatred again.

"Don't say a thing Zack," I hissed.

He just shrugged his shoulders and went out again.

Sunday was the next time I saw Zack, where he had stayed I didn't care. But I could see he was back in 'little bastard mode'. Still I was ready for him now. I undid my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor. I stood naked before my nephew, apart from a pair of black hold up stockings.

"Why don't you quit pissing about and just fuck me Zack? Let's do this and get it over with now. That will be the end or so help me I'll tell everyone!"

I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. I stripped him naked and started to suck his dick into life. He hadn't managed one word yet. Probably he didn't know what to say. Finally he seemed to get over the shock of what I was doing.

He pulled my head off his cock by my hair.

"So do you really want this auntie?"

I just looked up into his face, not really believing he could be this cool. For an instant I felt stupid and awkward. Didn't he want this? Didn't he want to fuck his aunt? My positive attitude now wavered, the anger that had forced me into these actions seemed to be lost somewhere.

"Well do you still want a fuck?"

I didn't get time to react; his handful of my hair got yanked towards him until he was buried in my mouth again. 

He held me on his cock until I started sucking him again. He was in charge once more and that is what he liked. 

I pulled slowly off his throbbing dick. Again he was asking me the same question. I reached out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. He smiled and took me to the bed. I just gazed at it. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he was supposed to feel guilty, but he didn't!

Now I was about to give myself to my nephew. I didn't want this, but at the same time I didn't want to resist. I felt his hand go around my shoulder; it was an odd caring gesture that was accompanied with a kiss on my head. He sat on the bed and just gazed between my legs. I whimpered as I stood in front of him, feeling his hand on my knee. I groaned as it travelled upwards.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, as he teased my trembling pussy lips.

I stared at the picture on the wall above the headboard, two lovers in a boat drifting up the river, just holding each other, on a bright summer day. My hand ran through the black curly hair of my nephew, as he buried his head between my legs. He had pulled me on top of his face, spreading my legs either side of his head. His fingers clawed gently at my ass cheeks, as his tongue very slowly travelled the length of my pussy. 

I stared at the couple in the boat. My husband had bought the picture because he said the girl looked like me. Her lover had curly black hair, and she seemed besotted with him, cuddling into his chest. Black curly hair, just like Zack, and was that really me up there too?

"Oh!" I groaned, as his tongue penetrated my lips. 

My fingers pulled a little more roughly through his hair. Could he feel his aunt's juices now? I'm sure I was running like a tap all over my nephew's face!

"Finger me too," I moaned softly.

I began rocking a little, just enough to feel his nose on my pussy, and then my clit. Did he think I was strange or disgusting doing this? Or did he like it; did he enjoy feeling his aunt submitting to him? His finger pushed deeper. 

"Faster, I love it fast," I whimpered.

He groaned with a mouthful of juicy pussy. God such disgusting behaviour, how could anyone put up with this? He must have wondered how vile his aunt was for squeezing down on his face, just to find more of his nose to rub her clit on!

This was so delightfully perverted, an aunt riding the face of her nephew just to get off!

I shrieked and I cried, I tugged and I thrust down, just to take myself over the edge and into happy land!

My body was a quivering wreck again. I thought any minute now I would feel sick to the stomach. I thought I would jump off and lock myself in the loo until I died of starvation. No I had something else that would be such a thrill my orgasm would soon be a fading memory. I was going to put my nephew's cock in my cunt!

I reversed down the bed. There was his face wet with my juice. He was getting his breath back. He was panting very hard, but even more so as I lowered myself on his cock and started to fuck him.

"You're fucking unbelievable!" he gasped. 

I wanted to grin at him. But just the thought of where his cock was left me with an open mouth! 

I know from things I've read that some nephews would die to fuck their aunties. It would make them so happy they would feel physically sick! Just to feel the walls of her cunt around your cock, would be the stuff dreams are made of. Well just for the moment this aunt had all these feelings about her nephew! 

I could feel his thickness in me as I bounced up and down. I mean that must be another thrill, watching your aunt doing all the work, yet another submission from aunt to nephew. 

"You just lay there darling, let me do all the work," I cooed.

I could see it in his eyes now, that almost too good to be true look. I wanted to play on that just to please him and also to bring me closer to another orgasm!

"Am I good enough for you sweetheart, do you want me to do anything else?"

He shook his head like he thought I was mad or something.

"No it's fine," he whimpered, in a strange voice.

"Do you like the way your aunt's tits bounce?" I asked in a little voice.

I watched his eyes open wide as he just stared at them. I had given in again. I wanted to be mad at myself for not being angry at him. But the thought of him fucking me was all my head would allow!

"Am I good enough, can you feel how tight my cunt is around you cock?"

I found my body reacting to my own words. I slowly let my mouth drop open, and as I did, the shocked expression on his face turned into a dirty grin. His aunt had become so aroused that she couldn't hide it, she was giving herself completely. 

I could see the delight on his face now. He was revelling in my panting and groaning. I tried telling myself to stop feeling like I was, after all this was the little shit who I vowed never to let fuck me. I had dragged him up the stairs, stripped him, sucked him, and now I was jumping up and down on him!

He reached up and began tormenting my hard nipples, and I just let him. We both knew he had won, and he didn't even force me this time!

"See you wanted it really auntie, I knew you would, you belong to me don't you Sylvie?"

I screwed my eyes shut tight, and as my pussy squelched and ran with juice, I mumbled, "Yes."

His hips thrust up into me. I could see sweat on his brow as he grunted.

"So is this what you wanted Zack, eh, to fuck your sexy aunt?"

I think I sort of hit the nail on the head with my last words, because he screamed out and his cock thrust deeper unloading into my cunt! I just pushed down on him until he was still. I collapsed forward panting and trying to catch my breath, with my nephew still embedded in me. I could feel him twitch his cock on purpose. It was then I remembered, it was then I jumped off of him. I ran to the bathroom and frantically washed myself. 

"What's up with you?"

"Get to your room you little shit!" I yelled, as I slammed the bathroom door in his face. My happy land had slapped me on the face.

The next day Brian came home. He kept asking me if I was all right. 

"Sylvia, would it help to talk about it?"

"No it fucking well wouldn't!" I screamed.

That was it, subject closed!

Zack stayed away from me the rest of the time we looked after him. Right until Tina collected him. As he went out the door he patted my ass, as I went to snap at him he waved the tape in my face. I quickly snatched it from him.

"If you are wondering, it was in your video cabinet all along. The second copy I made."

A week after Zack went home I went to Tina's house. She showed me her holiday and wedding photos.

"I don't know what happened to the one of you sat on Zack's knee," she said, searching through the pile of pictures.

Huh I could guess.

"Now are you going to tell me why you have been so miserable today? I mean I know wedding photos aren't everyone's cup of tea, but what's up?"

I shook my head not wanting to tell her. I had done so well, but now the guilt of going with Danny, coupled with what had happened with Zack, had my head in a spin.

"I know what it is Sylvia," she said, putting the photos down.

My god she knew everything! She gave me a little wry smile. 

"Look I thought it would help, I mean I know about this fantasy you two have. Just once wouldn't do any harm. Just get over it Danny and I are cool about it."

"You knew about Danny, and me?" I gasped in shock.

"Hell sis, I was the one who told Danny to go for it. Besides didn't you once ask me what he was like in bed? So I thought before we married he could go with you. I tried telling you the day Zack came in, just before we went on honeymoon, but I couldn't risk him over hearing, poor lamb."

"Are you telling me you arranged this with Danny, and my husband?" 

"No not Brian silly, I mean that was up to Danny, but I told him never to tell Brian I knew, until I had spoken to you first."

"But with what happened with my sister, how could you?" I mumbled.

"God that was years ago and I didn't really love Trevor. You're not planning to run off with my man are you?" 

She began laughing at my horrified expression. Even when she calmed down she could see I was still numb.

"Don't worry Sylvie, we'll soon forget about it. I was only trying to help; it really is no big deal. Still he is good isn't he?"

I looked up from my coffee cup. I had enough of staring at white knuckles. I slowly calmed myself, and then I made my excuses and left. 

I waited for Brian to come home from work, and launched into him before he had taken his coat off.

"Did Danny ever hint at Tina knowing we were having sex?"

Brian could see I was in no mood to be fucked around. 

"Well no, but maybe afterwards he might have said something. But she didn't know she couldn't have."

I watched him slump in the chair. He looked like he was searching his mind.

"No he never did Sylvia, I'm sure about it, but why do you ask now?"

I let him work it out, and then his face turned up to look at me.

"That's right it was all your bloody sisters fault! We, no I, I have been sucking up to Zack for no fucking reason!"

Brian just shook his head in disbelief.

"So what now Brian, what the hell happens now?"

"Maybe we just try and forget it."

"Pathetic!" I snapped.

I moved to the door.

"Well you had just better pray I come on in a week's time, or the next day, or the fucking day after that!"

"Zack fucked you, you went that far?" he asked in disbelief.

My mouth opened and tried for several seconds to form words. In the end all I could do was nod and walk to the kitchen to prepare tea, leaving my husband shell shocked.



All About Zack Ch. 06



My first husband ran off with one of my friends. We had only been married a year and he had managed to get her pregnant. Trevor my husband was too fond of the booze, a few pints and he would chase anything in a skirt. It wasn't really a surprise to me that he would go off with someone, but to run off with Stephanie leaving me with Zack our son kicked me in the stomach. What complicated things was 9 years later Brian my brother married Stephanie's sister! By this time of course Trevor was just a fading memory. But it was me who had to tell everyone to grow up and stop pussy footing around. Everyone seemed convinced I would go mad when they married, but to be honest I didn't give a fuck!

I devoted my time to looking after my son. He became the only focus in my life. Oh I had boyfriends, but I wasn't interested in anything long term. Zack was my boy and I would move heaven and earth to please him. 

But one day I met this guy Danny, a big black guy who swept me off my feet. He was 31 years old and very hunky. I knew he was a bit of a lad, I had seen him dancing with the local tarts, all these young girls tripping over each other to get at him. So when he asked me out I was shocked. We dated and got engaged. Brian was against Danny and me from the start. He didn't want his sister marrying the local stud.

"Well I bet you wouldn't stop him fucking Sylvia? You still want her to do it don't you?"

"This isn't about that it's because..."

"It's because he's black that is why you don't like him!" I shrieked.

"No, god Tina he fucks around. You know what he's like?"

I narrowed my eyes, "well I bet you'd let him fuck your wife. She'd have him, even though she's not a slut like her sister, and let's face it you should know, you've had both!"

He just stood there lost for words. I was in full swing now and I didn't give a fuck about hurting anyone's feelings.

"Maybe you should quit buggering about and sneak off with Faye, she told me you two are still fucking around behind Sylvie's back."

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you? Get your revenge for Stephanie snatching Trevor away!" Brian snapped.

"That was years ago Brian I'm over it," I softened a little, "go on then let Danny fuck her, she's always asking me if he's good in bed. Maybe she likes black dick, God that must turn you on thinking of her with Danny?" I said with a grin.

It was on Zack's 18th birthday that things really started to change. I watched from the lounge as Sylvia and Brian gave Zack a birthday present. Then he kissed his aunt. I smiled at them as Brian came in, we both looked back into the kitchen as Zack and Sylvia seemed to share another kiss. This time it wasn't just a peck it was full on the lips and lasted for a few seconds. 

"Enjoy that did you?" I hissed at my brother.

He grabbed my arm as I went to go into the kitchen, "don't ruin his birthday Tina."

I moved back. My brother was right of course, but I would certainly talk to Zack later. Sylvia came back into the lounge and I could see how shocked she looked. Zack came in and looked almost arrogant. I had never seen this in my son before. Well it certainly taught Sylvia a lesson, assuming she was trying to humiliate my son on his birthday. 

Danny was away that night with his friends, and I went up to Zack's room. As I tapped on the door I heard him shuffle around. He looked very red as I went in.

"So do you want to tell me about that kiss with your Auntie Sylvia?"

I sat on the bed, as I did the covers became tight over his body. I noticed his erection pushing the sheet up before he could hide it. A strange feeling came over me, just like when I used to tease my brother about my boyfriends. But this was my son; I couldn't tease him not like that, could I?

I flicked off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Zack had black curtains at his window, he said it made the room darker, he was into horror films he liked the thrill of them I suppose. But his room was pitch-black, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.

"You like Auntie Sylvie don't you darling? I've seen the way you look at her."

"She's not as pretty as you mum," he mumbled, after a few seconds. 

"Oh and just how pretty am I?" I asked jokingly.

"When I marry a girl she'll have to be just like you. I love you mum, I love everything about you."

I stopped for awhile trying to choose my next words carefully. I could sense a slight movement under the sheets. Was my son was tossing himself off with his mother sat on the bed?

"What do you love about me darling?" I panted.

"You are so, sexy," he said with a worried gulp.

I curled up on the bed putting my head next to his. I could hear his rapid breathing. I felt so wet between my legs. I'd love to use the wine as an excuse but I can't. Again I could now detect the movement under the sheets, it was slight, but it was movement all the same.

"Did you try and make mummy jealous, kissing Sylvia like that?" I purred in his ear.

He breathed heavily through his nose. 

"It worked honey, you shouldn't kiss anyone like that, until you get a girlfriend of course," I mumbled, letting my lips brush his ear with every word. 

I felt him groan now he couldn't hide his lust. 

"I love your legs mum. I, I love it when you, wear short, short skirts," he croaked.

"Have I got better legs than Auntie Sylvia? I've seen you looking at them."

"She doesn't wear miniskirts like, like you, do," he gasped.

"What if I told her too, would it please you darling?" I said softly.

"God!" he groaned.

"You know I'd do anything for you darling, anything you wanted," I whispered, and then kissed his cheek.

"I want to get back at Sylvia for you, for what her sister did."

"No you mustn't talk like that, it's not her fault, and it was years ago."

"I want you to wear a miniskirt all the time," he croaked.

"Do you sweetheart?" I breathed, as I squeezed my legs together.

I slipped my mouth over his, and just let my tongue lick his lips, and then I pushed into his mouth. I just couldn't stop myself.

"Do I kiss better than her Zack?" I groaned.

He grunted and groaned as his hand pumped, until he lay quite still. I kissed his forehead and moved of the bed.

"Happy birthday darling," I whispered, and then I closed his bedroom door.

The next morning I looked at the 39 year old looking back from the mirror. Nice blonde hair, a pretty face. Good firm C cup boobs, but a belly that I had to constantly fight with to keep flat. But legs that drew admiring glances, even my son's. On the whole then, I was pleased with how I looked. Danny came home early the next day before Zack had got up. I just decided to let things drop. 

A week or so later Zack and I had a laugh about him seeing Sylvia in her underwear. It was quite innocent. I was lending Sylvia some short skirts, and Zack had seen her changing. Poor Sylvia didn't know where to look, of course I joked about it, but it was Zack I was more concerned about. I suppose I felt a little jealous.

"So you've seen Auntie Sylvia in her knickers, she's quite embarrassed about it you know?"

I moved into the bathroom and took over from him. I began running my fingers through his hair. I rubbed gently feeling my hands slide through the shampoo. I knew he was enjoying this, I could see goose bumps on his bare back. 

"She'll get over it," he mumbled, "are you jealous again mum?"

I poured cold water over his head. He jumped and shrieked. We began laughing and messing about. He chucked a jug full of water over my top. I screamed and wrestled the jug off him. I was still laughing as he grabbed my arm, stopping me from soaking him again. We called a truce after awhile, but Zack's laughter had dropped now. I looked at him and saw his eyes staring at my soaked top.

"You'll have to change your top now. I can see your bra underneath."

I stood back and started undoing the buttons. Zack brushed my hands away and took over undressing me. I just stood there feeling his slightly trembling fingers, on my big soft breasts. He rubbed his hand over my mounds on purpose, trying to cover his actions by undoing my top. He just gazed at them as he pulled my blouse off.

"Your bra is, wet too, I, I can see through it," he mumbled.

I felt weak at the knees; did I really want to let this happen?

"Can you darling?" I mumbled.

Zack moved behind me, I felt his fingers unhook my bra. He pulled the straps slowly off my shoulders; he was soft and careful, almost like he was defusing a bomb. I felt the bra leave my breasts and when I looked up, there was Zack staring over my shoulder, and into the mirror at my tits. His eyes were focused down at them, and he had a longing in his eyes that I couldn't believe. I felt his lips on my neck, I wanted to watch him but I closed my eyes. Like what happened on his birthday I knew this was wrong. Only Danny coming home stopped it from going further or maybe beyond my control. 

Again Zack and I didn't speak about what had happened. It was like we were both content to let these things slide or develop when they did. 

I looked over my shoulder as Sylvia got out of the car. The little short skirt I insisted she wore slipped up her thighs. I watched Zack have a good look and I grinned at him. 

"You are embarrassing your aunt," I whispered.

"Just keeping an eye on your competition mum, she has got nice legs."

"Are they better than my legs honey?" I asked.

"I don't think so, but you'll have to stand next to her so I can judge."

"Well in that case you had better stay behind us on the escalator, darling," I cooed.

Things were going well between Zack and me; it was fun watching Sylvia blush. As for Danny and me, well I knew I wouldn't see much of him as he was on the road most of the time. But I wasn't really missing him when he was away. OK when he was home we fucked like rabbits and we were good together, so I just assumed things would work themselves out. This might sound like I didn't love him, but I did, I just wasn't used to having a man around. After bringing Zack up, that was all I was focused on for the last 18 years, so being a wife, who I was soon going to be, would take a little getting used to. I know what I was doing with Zack wasn't right, but hell I bet nearly ever boy in the world has seen their mum's tits at some stage in their life! I still wanted to stop these feelings for my son, but he had his father's dark intense eyes, something that attracted me to Trevor in the first place.

I was away with Zack, when Danny fucked Sylvia. I promised Zack a little break, I wore miniskirts for him all the time but we never had sex. Although I did hear him tossing himself off in the hotel bathroom. So I just stayed in bed fingering my wet pussy! Besides I was more concerned with events at home. Brian had gone on about Danny fucking Sylvia whenever he got the chance. I suppose it was my fault for suggesting it in the first place. So I told Danny to go for it, just the once mind you. I made sure he knew it too!

Now the reason I agreed to this was because Sylvia and I were friends. I know this is going to stump some of you, but please try and understand. Brian was still fucking Faye, several times I threatened to tell Sylvia, and each time I did it stopped. But I knew my brother, and he had this thing about wife watching. I knew damn well Faye was a tart, and she would only be too pleased to have Brian give her the green light to fuck around. My concern was for Sylvia; now just remember it was her sister who fucked off with my husband, so why should I give a fuck? Well I did, I liked Sylvia with her big innocent eyes. I knew she worried about what happened years ago with her sister, but she really was a nice girl. Not only that but I liked watching my son leer at her, and the way she seemed so embarrassed by it. I suppose I've got a dark streak in me but what the hell, it couldn't do any real harm.

So Brian had this weird idea that if his wife went with someone else, she would want to again! I told him I thought he was mad, but he only believed what he wanted too.

I reckon some of you think I should have told Sylvia, but then would she believe me, after the history between her sister and me? 

Zack and I didn't have anymore sexual contact for awhile. I made a mental note to tell him it was wrong, besides, Danny was giving me enough and I was happy with that. We talked about him fucking Sylvia, and after the event he told me the details. I sort of got off on it I guess. Still Danny had worn a condom, as poor Brian couldn't reproduce, so Sylvia wasn't on the pill. 

I had tried to tell Sylvia several times that I knew Danny had fucked her. Still that would wait until after our honeymoon, and besides poor Sylvia looked so embarrassed sometimes, and it kind of amused me. Still I was going to tell her later that I knew. 

Danny went off to the bar with his mates and I took Zack to one side.

"So did you enjoy sitting on your aunt's knee for the photo?" I said in a drunken giggle.

He smiled and kissed my lips. He looked so smart in his suit and I felt really proud of him. 

"Surely you can give your mum a better kiss than that?" I whispered.

We backed into a store room off the main hall. We kissed a little more passionately, his soft tongue moved into my mouth and I groaned with pleasure. Eventually we separated. Well it wouldn't do getting caught on my wedding night kissing my son would it? I really was drunk this time and I just wanted Zack to know how much I was going to miss him. We had never been apart for longer than a few days, and I worried about him. Still I promised to take him for breakfast the next morning; Danny seemed a little miffed about it for some reason. 

"Look I'm going to be away from Zack for nearly two weeks."

"But we've just got married and I haven't had a fuck with my wife yet."

"Oh well perhaps you shouldn't have stayed in the fucking bar with your mates all night!" I shouted.

"I haven't seen some of them for years Tina, you see Zack everyday," he snapped back.

"Are you coming or not?" I spat back.

"I've got a hangover," he mumbled weakly, "I'll see you at home later."

I made sure to slam the door of the hotel room on my way out.

I took Zack to a posh place for breakfast. Seeing him soon had me smiling again. We went home for awhile Danny wasn't back yet, still sleeping off his hangover I suppose.

"You looked so handsome in your suit last night baby," I said, as I ran my fingers through his hair like I usually did.

"I'm going to miss you mum," he mumbled.

I cuddled him, "I wanted to take you darling but it's my honeymoon."

"I understand."

"Anyway, I've got something for you," I said thickly.

I lifted my pink skirt to mid thigh. I could feel my panties getting wet.

"Why don't you take it off of mummy?" I said swallowing hard.

He got on his knees and I felt his hand glide up my shaking leg. He slowly pulled the white lacy garter down my pink stocking leg. I put my hand on his shoulder as I lifted my leg. 

Yes, I know I'm doing it again!

"That is for your wife, when you get married darling. Keep it safe won't you?" I said with a gulp.

I watched as he kissed it. I just wish he had done that when it was still on my leg!

I heard Danny's car on the drive. Probably just in time.

I took Zack back to my brother's house and had a cup of coffee with Sylvia. Again I wanted to tell her I knew about her and Danny having sex, but it really wasn't the right time. I gave Zack a hug and a kiss and went home. Danny was at the door waiting for me. He was totally naked and that big cock of his stood to attention. I smiled at my new husband as he took me up stairs. My hand gently fondling his tight black backside as we walked.

I slipped off my skirt and top as we both grinned at each other. I hung my little wet black panties on his hard cock and we laughed a little. 

"Go and get me some champagne, and you had better not take my panties off your dick slave," I said with a chuckle.

He smiled back and went off to the kitchen. We sat on the bed sipping the bubbly as I stroked his cock still wrapped in my panties.

"Where's that garter you had on earlier?"

"I gave it to Zack for his wife when he marries."

Danny tossed my panties to the floor and moved between my legs. That lovely black cock had me writhing as it usually did. My pink stocking legs wrapped around his back. I pulled him into me holding his head into my neck. Danny was so engrossed in fucking me he didn't realise I had frozen slightly. I watched Zack move into the bedroom with his finger held to his lips. Zack gently took my left leg from around Danny's back. I watched as he kissed my foot, and then he slipped the garter back on my leg!

I clung firmly to Danny fearing he might turn around. I could feel the most amazing orgasm building up. I pushed my foot to Zack's face and I shuddered as he kissed it. He moved it down and held it over his cock! I could see how close he was to shooting. I grabbed Danny's head as it moved slightly. I pushed it back to my neck and held it there. I stretched my toes and covered the top of Zack's cock right on his opening. I felt my son's wet spunk ooze through the nylon between my toes as my husband fucked me!

"God I love you!" I screeched, staring straight at my son.

"Do you babe?" Danny grunted in my ear.

I watched the spunk squeeze through my stockings, the wet sticky mess was caught against my foot. I clung to my husband as my son saw his mother pant and grunt through her orgasm. Zack smiled at me, as I just shuddered. I just couldn't stop staring at Zack as he watched his mother climax, something that he should never have seen, something he should only guess at. But fucking hell did it turn me on seeing his grinning face! 

I smiled at him as I came back down. He started to silently back away as he lowered his mobile phone!

Danny fired into me a few moments later. His eyes were closed as he rolled off me. Now I had to get to the loo without him seeing the garter or the spunk dripping through my stockings! I wrapped myself in my dressing gown and hobbled to the bathroom, as I tried not to let my toes touch the carpet.

"You shouldn't have done that baby; you'll have to delete it from your phone. Why did you give mummy the garter darling?" I whispered.

"Can't you guess mum?" he said, and then left.



All About Zack Ch. 07



"I'm due on today," I mumbled.

I watched my husband's face; he looked more than a little worried. He licked his lips. 

"What if I'm pregnant? What if I'm carrying his baby?"

"Well you get rid of it," Brian stated.

My hand went to my mouth and I hurried to the kitchen in tears. 

Brian slipped in bed next to me. 

"We could pretend it's yours?"

He looked at me like I was mad. Was I?

"Would it be so bad? You know how much I've wanted a baby, couldn't you just pretend?"

I never saw him again that night.

"Sorry I wasn't thinking straight last night. We have to talk about this though. Don't you agree?"

I watched him pick up his briefcase and head to the door. I caught him up and tugged his arm.

"If you are pregnant you get rid of it, or..."

"Or what Brian, you get rid of me?" I spat.

I heard the front door slam.

I cooked tea that night but neither of us ate anything. We just gave each other the odd look between us, with little or no conversation. 

"Well you obviously haven't yet, have you?"

I just sat there and tears began to fall. I jumped as Brian's plate full of food hit the floor. 

"Leave it!" he snapped.

Finally 2 days later I came on. I phoned Brian at work. I wouldn't let the secretary put me off. Brian was called out of a very important meeting.

"Brian I came on, I'm not pregnant, I'm not darling. Do you still love me?" I sobbed.

"Look I have to get back to the meeting, see you later."

Two months later we were out with some friends and we were both a little drunk. Brian had been working hard lately, and he seemed to spend more time at work than with me. Zack was in the pub with his mates but we kept our distance, until I went to the loo. I felt a hand pat my backside.

"Hi Auntie Sylvie," I heard him whisper close to my ear.

I looked up and there was Brian just staring at us. I felt my nephew's lips on my neck as I just stared at Brian. I pushed myself away and walked to Brian as Zack moved away. I grabbed Brian's hand for protection. We heard Zack call to his mates about going on to the next pub. We both knew that Zack was still interested in me that night. We never spoke about it even when we got home. Brian fucked me hard that night, it was almost as if I could have been anyone underneath him, and I wondered if he was thinking of Zack with me.  

I went round to Tina's a few weeks later. 

"Oh hi stranger," Tina said. My sister was coming home for a few days with her kids. I told Tina just out of kindness really, I didn't want her bumping into Stephanie in the street. Again she wasn't that bothered, but thanked me for letting her know. She seemed more interested in telling me Zack had done well with his exams. Bully for him I thought. Zack came in and gave my legs the once over, when Tina had gone upstairs.

"How are you auntie?"

I could feel butterflies in my stomach. His dirty leering eyes rolled up my legs again. I pulled them under the chair and tugged my hem to my knees. 

"Sylvie make Zack a cup of tea will you, I'm going for a bath, Hi sweetie good day at school?"

I moved to the kitchen as Zack told his mother he couldn't wait to get out to work next month. God she lapped it up, sounding excited for the little shit! I stood waiting for the kettle to boil. I could feel Zack behind me just watching me. Tina was running her bath upstairs. I watched his hand come round in front of me. He held his mobile phone, and there I was bent over gripping the fence, as he shot his spunk on my ass. 

"You see I still keep it on my phone. I just thought you would like to see it again."

I could feel his hand gathering up my knee length skirt. It wasn't until his hand began to glide over my backside that I managed to speak.

"Zack please you've had your fun with me, I will tell your mum this time, if, if you don't stop."

His hand left my backside.

"So when did she tell you?"

I spun round tugging my skirt into place.

"When did she tell me what exactly?" 

"That she set it up with Danny? I heard them talking about it ages ago. I know you thought it must have been Uncle Brian and Danny I overheard. I just gambled on that, and boy did it pay off!"

"You mean all the time you threatened me with telling your mum, you, you knew it was her idea in the first place?"

He nodded with that big grin on his face, as it sunk in to my brain.

"You see auntie if you had refused me then I was, well, fucked. But this time you can't refuse."

"What are you on about?" I said feeling my anger rise.

There I was on his bloody phone again.

"You know you really should have been more careful, giving daddy a little kissing session with the curtains open," he sneered.

I knew my hem had ridden up my thighs, I just left my pussy exposed to stepfather, I thought this was as far as I'd go. Then he kissed me and I jumped up, but Zack didn't have that on his phone did he! I knew too why my stepfather had spent a few minutes in the loo afterwards, all those weeks ago.

"Look after what your sister did to my mum, I thought maybe on your 27th birthday next month, I could show this to your mum."

I had to cling to the sink behind me. My nightmare was starting all over again, unless I did something fast.

"I'll tell Tina you forced me. You can't wriggle out of it this time," I spat.

He just grinned at me. Then held up his bloody mobile again, and showed me the video of his aunt sucking his cock!

"Go on then tell mum. While you are doing that I'll nip round the corner and see your mum. Now I know you enjoyed our last night together, and I'm guessing you aren't pregnant. So why don't you just do as I say?"

I was panting hard. OK I did enjoy some of it, but I couldn't go through all of that again, could I?

"Look, Brian's away next month, why, why don't you come round and see me."

I struggled as he shoved his hand up my skirt. I stopped when he found out how wet I was. His fingers pushed between my legs and I just let him. Well I had too didn't I? His cold black eyes stared into mine.

"Just admit it auntie you love it don't you. You love being out of control. Well I realise its more Uncle Brian's fantasy than yours. But I can tell you love it too, probably more than he does now."

I gripped the sink harder as his fingers pushed my panties right into my pussy.

"Its wrong Zack, we, you shouldn't do this," my trembling voice croaked. 

"Oh auntie you really leave yourself wide open don't you?"

I felt him wrench at my panties and we both heard the thin material tear. My legs skidded further apart as his finger pushed up me again. He started fingering me quickly. Two fingers worked in and out of my dripping pussy.

"See I remember how you like it, fast and furious," he hissed.

"Zack your mother is up, up stairs," I gasped. 

"So what, it's dangerous and exciting. You love that you just have to be pushed into doing it. Look at you with that sexy red glow on those cheeks. I bet you don't get this from Uncle Brian, do you?"

I couldn't admit that to my nephew.

"Oh come on auntie, you are nearer my age than your husband's. Doesn't that turn you on sometimes? How about you kick him out and I move in?"

I thought about what he said. It ran through my mind over and over. While I would never do what he asked the thought of it turned me on! I could hear Tina moving about upstairs, and the sound of the water rushing down the drain pipe. The bathroom was directly over the kitchen.

"She'll be down soon auntie you had better fucking hurry."

"I can't Zack. Oh fuck!"

"I bet I'm better than him in bed. In a few years our age difference won't show so much. I'd fuck you morning, noon, and night!"

"Stop saying that, I love Brian," I whimpered.

I heard footsteps move from the bathroom to the landing. I tried to get his fingers out of me.

"You must stop, stop this please Zack," I whimpered.

"She's on the stairs auntie, she's coming, you better too, you fucking horny cow. God your cunt feels sloppy!" he hissed.

"Oh you dirty bastard!" I spat.

My heels scraped over the tiles, as I quivered to an orgasm. I panted and gasped feeling every nerve ending in my poor pussy hit unrivalled heights. I tried to push his fingers out again but he pushed my hand away. We both heard Tina humming happily as she reached the lounge, in a few seconds she would be gasping and then yelling at us. We both heard the telly go on, and Tina's bare feet padding across the lounge towards us in the kitchen. Zack pulled his fingers out and smeared them in my pussy hair. I pushed my skirt down and noticed my panties hanging round my ankle, as Zack moved away. My face felt red and I cringed as Tina walked in the kitchen. I stood behind the table that was now between us, trembling with fright.

"Oh hi sis, you still here?"

I just nodded I couldn't speak, my voice would surely give away the state I was in, if my face hadn't already. Oh shit, it had!

"What's up?" Tina asked.

She looked between Zack and me. Suspicion took over her face. She moved round the table and spotted my panties hanging off my ankle.

"Aunties knickers broke mum; I think her elastic snapped or something."

"They are an old pair, I didn't have any others, clean I mean, I, I felt them go," I said in a strangled voice.

"God I'm embarrassed."

"Don't worry Zack honey. These things happen," she said sniggering, "go and get your auntie a pair of mine out of the airing cupboard. Oh god Sylvie, your face is a picture!"

All I could do was smile nervously, as she laughed her head off. I scooped my panties off the floor and put them in her bin.

"Its not funny Tina," I mumbled, feeling my juices run down my thighs.

"That's the second time he's seen your panties. Hey you aren't trying to seduce my son are you, Mrs Robinson?"

I laughed awkwardly, more annoyed with Tina's amusement than anything else now. But the way she said it, the tone she used, it was almost as if she was serious. 

"I'd better be going," I mumbled as Zack came back in.

I snatched the panties from him and began putting them on, as he and Tina moved towards to lounge. I pulled them up and cringed.

"See you soon," Tina called.

I looked at Zack as I got to the front door. 

"Did you have to?" I snapped under my breath, feeling the puddle of spunk he had deposited in his mother's panties, sometime before giving them to me.

"Hey Zack, come and rub some cream into my feet honey!" Tina shouted.

He just grinned at me, "mum wants me, but I'll be in touch sexy."

He pushed his fingers against my skirt, forcing the material into the wet panties. I pulled away and left hurriedly. 

It had been a week since that day. I thought about telling Tina her son was blackmailing me. I thought of going to see mum to explain everything, in the end I did neither. I just felt that maybe Zack would stop. Silly I know, because he had enough on me to keep me under his thumb, for the rest of my life! Brian was being very understanding, he knew I didn't want to talk about what happened when Zack stayed, and he never pushed me. But we were in the middle of one of those early morning fucks; you know when you're not properly awake. I was clinging to Brian and my mind drifted to Zack. Several times I tried to force him out of my head but I just couldn't. I began to finger myself as Brian slowly moved in and out. 

"What's up Sylvie?"

"Nothing, I just feel like touching myself," I mumbled.

"To help me along a bit you mean?"

I smiled at him, "you don't mind do you?"

"I bet you didn't have to with him, did you?"

Brian had upped the pace, and I could feel his body shaking. Even his cock felt bigger than normal. I just watched his face, still not giving him an answer. I was mesmerised by the intense expression Brian was wearing. He was really starting to up the pace even more! I hadn't seen him this excited for ages. 

"What do you want me to say?" I asked faintly.

"Just tell me, please?" he grunted.

I knew this was just dirty talk, but did he really want me to tell him I had enjoyed fucking Zack? After all I had gone through did he really want to know?

"Tell me please?" he panted urgently.

I knew he was close to shooting. I pushed my finger right in next to his cock. Zack filled my head again. The disgusting things he made me do ran through my mind, things that had turned me on. Brian started to jerk and spasm.

"Please Sylvie don't tease, tell me did you enjoy it with him?" he panted.

"Yeah I enjoyed some of it with Zack," I moaned, as my pussy gave in and I came hard.

Brian humped into me with a final thrust and just held it there. I was still under my husband knowing he had finished, and I was squirming like an eel! When I eventually opened my eyes I could see a questioning look in Brain's eyes.

"I meant Danny," he said shocked, as he moved off the bed.

When he came back from the loo I was sat on the edge of the bed. Shame is hardily a strong enough word for the way I was feeling. I expected a cold shoulder, or yelling. I had even thought of going to the spare room. I just sat there too shocked to cry, because of my awful blunder.

"Get into bed," Brian said softly.

I couldn't make out how he was feeling, or I didn't understand. I slipped into bed with my back to him. 'I'm sorry' was about to come out of my mouth, followed by tears that had suddenly come to life in my eyes. I cringed as he wrapped his arm round me. Was he going to strangle the cheating bitch now!

"Sorry I thought you knew I was talking about Danny. But was Zack really that good?"

He wasn't yelling, and he wasn't being sarcastic. He just asked me in a sleepy after sex tone. 

"I don't know what to, to say. Brian I, feel so, so sorry."

He planted a kiss on my neck!

"Sylvia, you mustn't worry. I've got an important meeting this morning, and we'll talk later."

That was it! He nuzzled into my back and drifted to sleep. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was he going to kill me as soon as I fell asleep? Or was he secretly thinking of Zack all the time? When I woke up I decided my husband needed a good breakfast. Yeah like that was going to make things right! When he came downstairs I got his cooked breakfast out of the oven. Would it now hit the floor with one sweep of his hand? He sat down and grinned at it. Now he was playing games with me!

"Brian," I started.

"Just let me eat this wonderful breakfast in peace."

I poured him a cup of tea, and I stood rubbing my hands nervously. The breakfast went into his stomach followed by the tea. It wasn't until he was at the door that I called to him. I raced into the hall and there he was just grinning at me!

"Brian we need to talk, tonight."

"No we don't Sylvia, let's just forget it."

I reached up to kiss him smelling his new aftershave, but he just moved his head away. I was still stood in the doorway as his car went out of sight. I tried to fathom it all out but I just couldn't, not at first. I phoned his office and I was told by a rather snooty secretary my husband was with very important clients all day, and couldn't be disturbed unless it was an emergency. Maybe things would go back to normal now? Hopefully Zack wouldn't pester me again. Perhaps Brian was right, and we just had to forget about it.

"Come on sis get some sun. Get your bikini on."

There I was out in the back garden with Tina. We just sat chatting, well she was chatting. I was still bloody confused; I just wanted to be a normal wife again. Tina could talk for England and gradually I relaxed. A couple of glasses of wine and I began to smile again, until she mentioned Zack. 

"So this copper brings him home, and tells me he caught Zack and his girlfriend, Becky something, having sex on a bench, down by the river."

My mouth dropped open.

"Oh sis don't look so shocked, I'm the one who used to treat him like he's still 10 years old, until recently."

"What did you say to him?"

Tina laughed and took another sip of wine, "what could I say, apart from the obvious."

I looked a little mystified at her.

"God Sylvie, I asked if he used a condom. Oh and I told him to save it until they found somewhere private. I mean I've done it out in the open and it certainly gives you a rush. But he should have been more careful. You know you ought to try something like that with Brian."

She began laughing again. 

"What's so funny?"

"Oh the thought of you having sex outside the bedroom for one, I bet you would die of embarrassment."

"How do you know I haven't?" I snapped.

She rolled over sensing I was annoyed.

"Oh Sylvie sorry, but you told me things were a little slow in that department. Still did Danny help?" she asked with a grin.

She had changed to a more caring tone that quickly had my anger subsiding.

"A little I suppose," I mumbled.

"Sylvie you won't try anything with him will you? I mean it was just a one off, before we tied the knot."

"No things have picked up in that department anyway."

I was down on my front now; just relaxing and feeling quite mellow, until Tina spoke again.

"Oh hi baby, how was your last day at school?"

I could feel my body stiffen.

"OK mum, hi Auntie Sylvie."

Tina sat up and smiled at Zack, she casually lent over and picked her bikini top off the back of the garden chair. She put the cups over her breasts and then turned her back on Zack. I watched as he clipped her top together as she held her hair up! I just mumbled hello as I heard Zack kiss his mother. I knew she sunbathed topless at home, but did she do it in front of Zack? Well she didn't rush to cover herself when Zack walked into the garden! I protested once, I protested twice. But now it was too late. I could feel Zack working the sun cream over my back!

"I'm just going to change darling then we had better go."

I watched her kiss Zack and they looked at each other with big grins on their faces. I heard the slapping of Tina's sandals as she walked into the house. According to her my back looked a little red, and Zack was very good at rubbing cream on. 

"God you are so tense auntie," he said with an amused voice. 

I just stayed there hoping to god Tina would hurry. I wanted to tell Zack to stop but I didn't want to make a scene. I felt his young hands drift over my back. Maybe it was the wine or something, but after the initial shock I sort of got used to it. That was until I saw Tina and my husband coming out of the house! Zack pulled his hands away but I could already see the look of disbelief on my husband's face. I wanted to crawl under the hedge and hide. Tina gathered her things together and they left. 

"Come into the house," Brian said firmly.

I followed him in feeling such intense shame. I just hoped I could convince him it wasn't how it looked; besides Tina was there too. But I suppose it didn't matter to my husband now. After our session early this morning I was in deep shit, and this was going to take a hell of a lot of explaining! I stood close to the kitchen table. I was too frightened to look at Brian. Besides I thought the little damp patch on my yellow bikini would show. 

"Brian, don't get the wrong idea, it, it was Tina, she told Zack to, to rub...."

My bikini bottoms began to slowly slip down my legs. That was all it took to shut me up. 

"Shut up you little tart, and bend over the table. I just hope you realise why I'm doing this?"

I closed my eyes waiting for a stinging slap.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered.

Again my eyes opened up like saucers, because my husband had just pushed his cock in my pussy!

"I suppose that little wet mess in you bikini, is because you wet yourself with fright?"

"Brian I don't know what, to...."

His hands pulled at my hips rolling me back onto him. He was riding me hard already, and grunting like a wild animal. I just gripped the far edge of the table. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! 




All About Zack Ch. 07



"Finger your pussy you whore!" Brian yelled.

Any point in me trying to work this out would have fried my brain. So I just did as any loving wife would do, and fingered myself as my husband instructed. 

"What are you thinking about slut?" 

I didn't have a clue how to answer this. This is going to sound stupid, but I still worried in case Brian was just waiting for me to mention Zack. What then? Was he testing me? If I spat out Zack's name would he pull out and scream about divorce?

"Zack, I'm thinking about Zack," I finally blurted out. 

My eyes were closed, and my finger on my clit waited. I felt his grip tighten on my hips. But something had made Brian stop. He just held himself in me. Even his panting was on hold. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of grey school trousers.

"Mum forgot her sunglasses."

I waited for Brian to go ape shit. My heart was pounding like never before. I saw Zack's hand grab the sunglasses right in front of my nose. He just turned away and walked out bloody whistling! God knows what expressions the two of them had on their faces? We heard the front door close.

"Are you sure Br...?"

Just lately for one reason or another, I found it impossible to finish any bloody sentence. My reason this time was Brian had started fucking me again! But in just a few jerks and excited groans my husband shot into me. I could hear him grunting and gasping to get his breath back. His hand had released its grip on my hips, but I could feel him trembling so much I thought he was having a heart attack! My own finger soon did the trick, and I moaned as my orgasm made my legs shake! I can't really stress how quick this whole thing took. From Zack walking in, to Brian, and me finally getting off was probably just a couple of minutes, yes two at the most. I could hear Brian doing up his trousers. It gave me a jolt and I struggled back into my bikini bottoms. I brushed my hair back off my wet face. I couldn't look at Brian, not until he moved into the lounge. So what the hell happens now? We didn't talk about that afternoon. I wanted to but Brian just told me to forget about it. I mean how the hell could I?

I had a lovely bracelet for my birthday, although it was little compensation for Brian being away. He didn't seem to mind that he was missing my birthday, it annoyed me a little but I suppose he was busy. As soon as Tina found out Brian was missing my birthday she had this big dinner planned. It went well, even though Zack was there. But he was acting quite cool towards me. Maybe he was going to leave me alone now. We went to a pub after the meal, and slowly my friends drifted off to a nightclub. Tina had grabbed Zack for a dance; she was pretty drunk and seemed to cling to her son through a slow song, almost like they were lovers. I was left with Danny and his mate who seemed to be talking non-stop about cars. 

"So has Brian told you who his new secretary is yet?" Tina said, half stumbling into the chair.

"No I know Mrs Hollies retired just after he came back from America."

"No she retired before he went to America. Well he was a little worried about it, but I guess he just forgot," Tina slurred, almost missing her mouth with the red wine.

"Why would he be worried?"

"Because it's Faye, you know from the typing pool. Oh Sylvie don't scowl so, she's OK, I know she had that dance with Brian, but that was quite awhile ago, and they were both drunk, a bit like me I suppose," she laughed, and then hiccupped at the same time.

"Come on honey time to get you home."

I watched Danny pull her up. My head was full of Brian and that slut Faye in America.

"Zack see your aunt gets home will you?"

I was still mulling over why my husband hadn't told me that tart was his secretary. So I really didn't take any notice of what Danny had said. Not until Zack and I were stood outside the pub.

"So is this Faye, mum and Diane's friend?"

"Look Zack just leave me alone. Just go home, I don't want to talk about it."

He was still walking by my side. So I just tried to ignore him and quickened my pace. Brian was in my head now. Why the hell couldn't he tell me about Faye? I might have been miffed, but it was nothing to what I was feeling now! So he took that cow to America. Not only that but now it was bloody Birthday, and he was out closing a contract with that slut. Still I'm sure she would seal the deal! As I turned to close the front door Zack stood there. 

"You must be lonely with Uncle Brian away with Faye. You know one of my mates had her, she's easy auntie. Still I'll keep you company, if you like?"



All About Zack Ch. 08



Danny and I fucked like rabbits on holiday. Life was going great even though I had to warn off several girls who tried to chat up my husband! Two days before we came home from Spain we spent some time on the beach as usual. I was quite happy sunbathing topless and getting a nice even tan. Danny teased me about the men that took sly glances at my big round tits. Most of them looked English and one guy in particular seemed to catch our eye. He was with a group of lads in their 20's or so, and they were staying at our hotel. Danny started talking to them, and now and again 6 sets of eyes ran over my boobs. I felt flattered by the attention, and I must admit to flirting with them. 

I went back to the hotel for a shower, and stood in my towel drying my hair. The door to the room opened, and in walked the boy who had been staring at me. I looked over his shoulder and there was my husband grinning. 

"I thought you might like a special treat, after all I fucked Sylvia. I'll be back in two hours. This is for you a one off, now or never Tina. It's up to you?" he whispered.

I never really thought about having sex with anyone else. So I just stood there looking at the young English lad. Danny kissed me.

"Well do you want to send him away, or do you want a little fun with my blessing?"

I began kissing Danny I just loved him so much. I still hadn't responded to his question. I felt the towel being pulled off, and it dropped to the floor. My husband took my hand and placed it in this young boy's. I stood totally naked in front of him. He just stared at my tits with such lust. 

"Have fun you two," Danny said, as he handed me a pack of condoms and closed the door. 

I was still quite stunned by all of this, and the boy was already kissing me before I reacted. He backed me rather awkwardly to the bed. I just let him crawl between my legs and felt his lips on my pussy. I opened my legs further, and he seemed to pull my lips apart.

"How old are you?" I mumbled.

"19 in four month's time," he replied.

I gasped as his tongue went between my legs. All I could think about was this boy was the same age as my son! I felt a finger enter my pussy and I gasped.

"You're old enough to be my mum aren't you?"

It was hardily a compliment but it sort of hit the spot. I just nodded as he smiled. 

"I've been watching you since we got here 4 days ago."

"I know. I've seen you I mean."

"So do you want me to fuck you then?" he asked, as he fed a condom on his cock.

I just nodded and he moved between my legs. He pushed his cock in all the way. I just whimpered as he held himself right in me. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and then he pulled it out. He just watched me for a reaction. I grinned at him.

"Look I'm not shocked, I've tasted myself before. Now why don't you fuck me and feed the taste of my pussy to me?"

That was it he started fucking me and forcing his tongue in my mouth. It was like my words had some magic effect on him. I gripped his puny white ass, but there was nothing puny about his cock!

"You better go steady or you're going to pop!" 

"So, you will just have to get me hard again," he panted.

I wrapped my legs around his back, kicking my heels into his ass. I felt an orgasm rush through me. It was quite unexpected but very welcome. He shot soon after, grunting and panting in my ear.

We lay together for a few minutes recovering. 

"So are you going to suck me, or have you had enough?" he said with a grin, as he pulled the condom off.

"Oh you are a little arrogant shit aren't you?" I teased, with a chuckle.

I took his glistening cock in my mouth and he whimpered a little. He flexed his hips trying to gently fuck my mouth.

"Easy tiger just lay there and enjoy it," I whispered.

"You know I've wanted you ever since I saw you. God you suck cock good."

"You know I've got a son your age?" I purred teasing him, "he'd be horrified if he could see his mother now."

He gulped a little, "is he here, with you?"

I grinned, "Well I just hope he doesn't walk through the door, and catch me with your cock in my mouth, or do I?" I cooed.

"Oh fucking hell!" he exclaimed, "would you fuck your own son?"

"How do you know I haven't?" I asked with a wicked grin, which had him gasping in excitement. 

I mumbled on his cock as his fingers ran through my damp hair. For the last 10 minutes I was giving him the best blow job I could. Now he was near, I could feel his legs tighten, and his grip on my hair became stronger.

I took my head off his young cock.

"You don't have to force me to swallow you know. I love the taste of spunk hitting my mouth," I purred.

He groaned and gasped at my words, and at my mouth that had clamped back on his cock. I swallowed hot spunk that flew into my mouth. I sucked greedily moaning approval, which seemed to spur him on to squeeze every last drop into my mouth!

I panted and wiped the sweat from my brow. I just stayed there kissing his cock enjoying the after taste. 

"You really are fucking sexy," he groaned, as he pulled on his shorts.

"Glad you think so," I said, just before I kissed him at the door.

He slapped my naked ass and grinned.

"Oh by the way, my name is Tommy. I go to school with Zack, your son."

He grinned at my shocked expression.

"Yeah, all the guys think you are one of the horniest mums. I really can't believe I've fucked Zack's mum. Does he really fuck you?"

He took one last look at my tits, and then grinned and left before I could respond.

Danny came back to the hotel ½ an hour later. By that time I had composed myself a little. I just hoped Tommy would keep his little mouth shut, but deep down I didn't think that was likely.

I finally managed to tell Sylvia I had set up her going with Danny. But I had made Danny promise me that he wouldn't tell Sylvia it was my idea. Not until I had told Sylvia first. He made little remarks about fancying Sylvia to my brother, just enough to propagate the seed in Brian's head. Sylvia seemed quite shocked when I finally told her, and for the first time I realised that maybe it had been a mistake. I also wanted to let the cat out of the bag about Brian banging Faye, but I thought it best to let her get over one shock first.

So there I was a short time later sunbathing at Sylvia's house. I had gone topless which seemed to fluster my sister. I told Zack to come to her house after school. I could see the little shocked look on Sylvia's face, when I asked Zack to do up my bikini top. Now for some reason Sylvia was beginning to annoy me. She wasn't exactly over friendly lately. I tried to find excuses for her but she seemed distant, it was probably due to me setting her up, but I didn't really think it was just that alone. Every time I told her how well Zack was doing at school, she seemed to want to change the subject. Then when I told Zack to rub sun cream in her back, she looked like I had asked him to slit her throat!

She just shuddered as he started and it really annoyed me. After the way she teased Zack in the past she now seemed to be unable to stand him! I know Zack had little fantasies about her, but she was being so bloody nasty. She didn't mind teasing him though, oh no, that was fine! I just wanted Zack to turn the tables on her little game. Still she would be fucked up if Brian left her for Faye! She would soon want me then.

I fully intended being around for Sylvia when Brian finally plucked up courage to dump her. But as you have read circumstances have changed somewhat, and my liking for Sylvia was now disappearing fast! 

So in came my brother just as I was getting changed to go home. 

"You didn't tell her did you? God I thought you would crack and tell her it was my idea. I know I told you not but I thought you would. Still it shouldn't surprise me, seeing as how you are cheating on her." 

I watched him turn to me and he swallowed. 

"I even made a slip-up when I told her, but she was so shocked she missed it."

He didn't say anything he just turned back to the window. He seemed mesmerized by what was happening outside. I had seen this look before, many times.

"Are you going to leave her for Faye?" I asked, watching Zack rub cream into her from the kitchen.

Again he was silent, and still watching out of the window. I realised now what was happening outside was turning him on. I grinned to myself.

"Look is something going on between Zack and her?"

"Hell Tina why do you think that?" 

I could tell by Brian's face that he wasn't telling me the truth. He had grown a little distant from Zack too, and I didn't like that at all. I gently rubbed Brian's cheek and he pushed my hand away. He had never done that before, not when I was telling him about my boyfriends when we were younger. So not only was she pissing me off he was now as well!

"Come on Zack we're going," I called.

I looked at Brian; he was still staring at his wife.

"You two had better not be playing your little game using my son," I hissed in his ear.

"Tina do you really think I'd be that sick?"

I eyed him up and down for a while. I grabbed his cock feeling how hard it was.

"This tells me the truth Brian," I hissed.

"Tina, don't do that!" he snapped. 

"You know Zack could really get under her skin, she is weak, I bet deep down she is scared of him. I've seen the little frightened looks she tries to hide when she's around him. Or maybe I'm beginning to think she is just as bad as her sister?" I spat.

"You know that's not true Tina. Sylvia would never do anything like that," he hissed.

"Oh! Look at him, rubbing cream into your wife's back. I bet she's either shitting herself or enjoying it!"

"Oh and what would you prefer Tina, I bet you wish she's shitting herself, you and your fucking dark side, or are you perhaps jealous Tina? Do you wish he was rubbing cream on your back?"

I laughed, "You can't play mind games with me dear brother. Who used to beg me to paddle his ass after he watched me with Trevor?"

"You sick bitch!" he hissed at me.

I took a deep breath, "she is starting to piss me off, and if you are going to leave her do it soon, for her sake."

When we walked out into the garden Sylvia jumped. God the look on her face was priceless. 

"Hell I've left my sunglasses in Sylvia's kitchen, go get them for me honey, please?"

When Zack got back in the car I swear he had a lump in his trousers.

I kept up my topless bathing at home. Danny didn't seem to mind me going topless in front of Zack. OK it gave me a thrill, but I'm sure Zack got one too!

So a few weeks later I had just come out of the bath, and Sylvia was stood in my kitchen looking very red. Zack was there too, and I soon noticed her knickers down round her ankles. She reckoned her elastic had gone right in front of Zack! At the time I thought it was quite funny. I teased her about trying to seduce my son. But I knew deep down she was way too flustered. When she left I recalled the look on her face. I called Zack into the living room and gave him some cream to rub on my feet. He seemed a little withdrawn as he rubbed them. I slipped my foot high on his thigh. I knew he had a bulge in his trousers, but was it because of mother, or his aunt? I closed my eyes enjoying him working on my feet.

"So your auntie's panties snapped. Did you feel embarrassed Zack?"

"A little I guess mum," he mumbled.

"You know I've seen your little collection in the box under your bed," I opened my eyes and looked at him, "I wondered where some of my panties and tights had gone. Some of them belong to your aunt too don't they?"

My toes pressed lightly on the top of his hard cock. I closed my eyes again as my son knelt there speechless. 

"I've know for some time now. So are some of those panties your aunt's?"

"Yes, I'm sorry mum," he mumbled faintly.

"You know your aunt looked very red. I think you are teasing her Zack, and you've got her ripped panties in your pocket haven't you?" I said, as I gently pushed my foot over his bulging pocket.

His face looked red and he was trembling quite a lot.

"If you must tease her, be very careful. Don't try anything with her, do you know what I mean honey?"

"Don't worry mum, I, I won't let you down," he replied with a grin, and then he planted little loving kisses on my toes.

"Good boy," I mumbled, as tried to keep my orgasm from my son.

His hand glided up over my knee. I could see a longing in his eyes. I stopped his hand. 

"Keep rubbing my toes darling, just keep rubbing my toes," I mumbled, as I pressed harder against his cock.

He tried very hard to stop his orgasm. He moaned and kissed my offered painted toes. That night I went into his room and took away all the panties and tights that weren't mine. I left the box on his bed. When he came home I followed him up the stairs. 

"Goodnight darling," I said with a smile.

He grinned back.

I had thrown out Sylvia's panties. I didn't want him having hers; I knew he had stolen them from her home. Sylvia had told me that she thought someone was stealing her underwear from her washing line. I didn't want Zack getting into any trouble; he was a good boy really. 

A short while ago a policeman brought him home, and Danny was furious. Zack had been caught with a girl, a right little slut I imagine. Zack told me she had seduced him, they had been caught screwing down by the river. I was more annoyed that he didn't wear a condom; he could have caught anything off of her. As I said Danny was furious he wanted to ground Zack for a month. Now I had brought Zack up for 18 years, and I told my husband if Zack was grounded, it would be me and not him that decided that. He stormed out of the house as Zack went up to his room. 

I knocked on Zack's door.

"Am I in trouble mum?"

I cuddled him, "no darling, Danny shouldn't shout at you like that, he's in the wrong. You are my son darling and he has to understand that."

"I'm sorry mum, Becky just teased me, and I know we shouldn't have done it there like that."

"Look I don't mind you having sex, you are 18, but this Becky seems the wrong type of girl for you."

"I wish she was like you mum, you're much prettier than she is," he said softly.

"Would you like to wash my hair for me baby?" I said glowing after his remark.

I bent over the bath as he ran the shower through my hair. He was stood behind me and I could feel his groin lightly pressing on my backside. I just couldn't stop thinking about what he was staring at. I've got a nice round ass and in the tight skirt I was wearing he must have been lusting after it. 

"Can you put some conditioner on my hair darling?" I asked from my bent position.

He had to stretch over me to reach it from the windowsill. My pussy leaked into my panties as he pressed forward against my rear. I just held myself firmly enough so he pressed harder. All the time he used the conditioner I pressed backside against his groin. 

It took ages to wash my hair that night. At one point I swear I could feel his cock pressing on my skirt. As I wrapped the towel around my head I stayed bent over. I felt Zack's hand on my rear; he just stroked my backside through my skirt! I just held my position again, letting my son grope my ass, and his imagination dream up whatever it wanted to! I held onto the side of the bath, part of me wanted him to yank up my skirt and ravage me. Was he thinking the same thing? 

Being bent over for so long gave me back ache, but I suppose Zack didn't mind!

I was still cross with Danny when he came home, but we soon made up. My little lust filled cries that night, were a bit louder than normal. I was getting more and more turned on thinking that Zack might be listening. Hell the next time he washed my hair I'd be bent over naked. I'd even let him choose which of his mother's holes he wanted to fill!

The following day in my washing basket I found a pair of my panties that had disappeared a few weeks ago. I put them in the washing machine to wash away the white stain. I wore them the next day, and then slipped them back into the box under the bed that night.

Danny had a job offer, but it would mean us moving house. Zack had a job lined up, and once again I found myself defending my son. Danny and I argued about it now and then, finally I caved in and told him we could go and Zack could follow later. 

I bumped into that boy, Zack's friend from school. I tried my best to ignore him but we had already made eye contact. 

"Hello Tina, you look different with your clothes on," he whispered.

OK I wanted to slap the little shit, but not in the town with so many people around. He followed me to the car park, until I turned round.

"Look, just forget about what happened on holiday will you?"

"Oh I don't think I can, I mean you were quite incredible. Can you give me a lift home?"

Against my better judgement I opened the passenger door for him. At least now I could ask him the question I needed answering.

"You haven't told anyone have you, about what we did on holiday?"

I felt his hand on my thigh. It moved up under my skirt until I grabbed his finger and bent it back. 

"Fucking hell that hurt!" he shrieked.

"That's not all that I'll bend if you tell anyone Tony!" I hissed.

"It's Tommy," he mumbled, flexing his finger to check for damage.

I pulled his zip down and yanked his cock out. I began to slowly pull it up and down. He just sat in shock as his cock grew hard.

"Before you say anything this is all you're going to get so enjoy it."

He slumped back in the seat a little. Still not sure if he should relax fully. 

"I, I haven't told anyone," he mumbled.

"Good then just keep it that way, or I mean it, this thing wouldn't look to good after it had been stitched back on."

"Look you don't have, have to do this, I mean, I'm not going to blackmail you," he panted.

"No you're not. Just enjoy it, I mean you know how big my husband is. I don't mean his cock either."

"Mrs, um, you don't need to do this. I, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh why don't you let me you are quite hard. I'm sure I can get you to shoot before Danny comes back. He only left me to get a paper. Hey you can run quite fast I bet."

He yanked on the door handle, his face was red and his eyes wide with worry. 

I gave him a little disappointed pout, "Come on Timmy don't go yet. Hey how would you like me to see if we can do it again? I'll ask Danny, but he did say it was a one off. Still I don't think he'd be too mad. Well not like the last time he caught me cheating. Where are you going?"

He stumbled out of the car doing up his fly. I watched with a grin as he ran across the car park, with a very worried look on his face.



All About Zack Ch. 09



I twisted away from Zack.

"Look I'm not in the mood Zack, go home please,"

He pushed me back against the wall. I struggled a little pushing on his chest. I kept turning my head away, but finally his lips found mine. I gave up the struggle pretty quick, and feeling his hot tongue in my mouth, I started to respond.

"See auntie you want it really," he said with a chuckle.

I slapped his face and pulled away again, I managed to make it to the living room. His hand went up between my legs and he grabbed my pussy from behind. He began squeezing my pussy, and pulling me back against him, until I covered his hand with mine. I pushed his fingers into the thin material of my panties! We sort of stumbled to our knees on the carpet, and he pulled me over on my back. He reached up my skirt, and I felt the vain attempt my panties made to keep me protected. The elastic snapped and I heard them tear. Two pairs of hands fought frantically with the front of his trousers. We seemed to be getting in each others way!

"Look just stop will you?" he said pulling my hands away.

I did only for a few seconds; as soon as his hard cock came out of his trousers I was frantically grabbing it.

"Get it in me!" I whimpered.

His cock nudged at my entrance, and with a stiff jerk that had me gasping, he was in me! I began to undo my blouse, but Zack just brushed my hands away and ripped it open sending buttons in all directions. He reached in my bra and just grabbed my tits and yanked them out! He mauled and pulled at them roughly, causing me to whimper and gasp. His tongue went back in my mouth again. My legs crossed over high on his back, and I could feel his cock gain another inch into his aunt's wet pussy. He was bucking hard and fast, and we were actually moving along the carpet! 

"Let me breath!" I gasped, finally getting his mouth off mine.

"Fuck off," he replied with a chuckle, like I had asked for something weird.

We fucked like rabbits, like it was the end of the world in a few minutes time. My own orgasm was knocking on the door, and as it washed through me I wrapped everything around my nephew. I just clung to him feeling my pussy pout and twitch on his hard dick. He was grunting too, and sweat built up on both our bodies. His mouth was right by my ear and I could hear every grunt Zack made, and the odd swear word that escaped under his panting breath.

"See you love it auntie, you are such a big slut, bigger than mum!"

Zack was now gripping my hair with both hands and ramming hard into me. I know it was just the passion but did he have to do it so hard? I mean we had moved right across the carpet, and my head was banging on the kitchen door! I felt him shoot in me again, just like he did the first time. But I wouldn't be running away to clean myself up. I was now on the pill. I'm sure if I told Brian he'd jump down my throat. Still if he was fucking Faye then did he expect me to stay faithful or married to him? Zack's face was screwed up as he squeezed everything he had into me, until he collapsed panting heavily.

Finally his weight was too much for me and I managed to push him off. I crawled out to the hall and dragged my handbag back into the living room. Why I didn't get up and walk I didn't know, maybe because my legs were still like jelly. I got my cigarettes out and gave one to Zack. The top of my head was hurting now, where it had constantly thumped against the door. I'm sure when I looked in the mirror it would be flat on top! We just lay on the carpet smoking. I could feel a dribble running down my backside from my puffed up pussy. My nephew's spunk had filled my cunt and was now back out, and making its way to leave a stain on the carpet. I wondered whether I would be able to see it the next day. Would it be there when my husband returned from his business trip with the slut of the year? No I'd better clean it up. Zack went to the loo as I finished my fag. When he came back he threw me some loo roll. I chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

I didn't answer, but in all the time I had been married my husband had never even considered that it might be nice to hand me some tissues! Hardily romantic but at least Zack was thinking of me. Maybe Faye would have a pile by the bed in the hotel? She wouldn't need much with the little dribble my husband had to offer. 

"God he had better be using condoms!"

"Who had, Uncle Brian?" Zack asked.

Zack looked at me like I was mad. My words were supposed to be thoughts. 

He sniggered, "so you think Uncle Brian is fucking her. You are far sexier."

I looked at him, did he really mean that? He bent forward and took my nipple in his mouth; he kissed and sucked it gently as I cradled his head.

"Am I really Zack?" I mumbled faintly.

He lowered me carefully on my back. His cock slipped up me again.

"Yeah Aunt Sylvie, you know when I came in and saw you bent over the table. I wanted to push him out and take his place. You are too sexy for him, much too sexy."

I clung to him as he fucked me slowly. I could feel his solid inches between my legs, I could hear his little excited gasps, and I could smell his skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, as his body stiffened. My pussy tingled and waited until he began to shoot. This time I didn't push him off. I just held him in my arms, until he finally moved ½ an hour later. I watched him dress.

"What do we do now Zack, where do we go from here?" I asked, as I struggled to get my torn blouse the right way round.

He shrugged. I don't know what I was expecting but I wanted more than a shrug. It brought home just how stupid this was. I was now just a fuck for my nephew. It seemed he could take me or leave me. He had a golden opportunity to stay the night, couldn't he see that? He walked towards the living room door. 

"When will I see you again?"

I felt humiliated asking but I wanted him. He just turned and grinned. 

"Look this was a one off auntie, you were drunk, and I took advantage of that to get what I wanted."

"You mean you don't want me?" I whimpered.

"No I didn't say that. I want you but not like this. I want to push you to limits, boundaries, or whatever."

"So that thrills you does it, wanting me to humiliate myself?"

"Come here," he said softly.

I hesitated for a moment. Finally I made my way to him. I stared into his eyes feeling so nervous.

"Do you want me to carry on dominating you, making you do things like I've done in the past?"

I looked down; I couldn't admit this could I? It was exciting, scary, sexy, and perverse. 

"You'll be expected to do things worse things, if that's what you want then we could have real fun together. Your husband doesn't come into this. You're not even to think of him. I'll turn you into my slut, do you really want that?"

He turned away and went to the front door. He looked back at me weighing me up.

"You are a good fuck auntie, but that is not enough."

I fingered my aching pussy that night. I thought of all the things Zack had made me do. At the time I was frightened, but now looking back it thrilled me being scared and out of control. Could I really let that happen again? By the morning I thought I would have gotten rid of those feelings. I went and made myself a cup of coffee. Mum and my stepfather arrived for lunch. We sat in the kitchen eating as the doorbell rang. I just stood staring at Zack. My mind was all over the place. He moved inside the front door and pulled his zip down!

"My mum and dad are here Zack!" I whispered frantically.

"I know I saw the car. Suck me off."

I shook my head refusing him. Then he held up his mobile phone. 

"Maybe mum would like to see this?"

I pulled the living room door closed. When I turned round his hands went on my shoulders. I was still shaking my head as I went down on my knees. 

"I won't take long auntie, so the quicker you start, the quicker I finish."

My heart was coming through my chest again. But I put his purple head in my mouth. I began sucking him and tossing him off. This was crazy and stupid but I was sucking for all I was worth. My head bobbed back and forth, and my hand worked his shaft.

"Sylvia your dinners going cold!" my mother shouted from the kitchen.

"I'll be right there mum," I shouted, and then plunged back over Zack's cock!

I could hear him grunting through his teeth. Then I felt it hit my throat, I swallowed, and swallowed, but the stuff kept coming! I coughed and choked a little but I still kept pumping with my hand. Shit the bloody front doors wide open! I slammed it hoping to god nobody had walked by. I looked up into Zack's eyes. He was grunting and becoming louder, I just prayed he wouldn't cry out. His salty spunk slid down my throat. Finally he pulled me to my feet. 

"Go Zack, quickly," I panted.

"Give me your panties, now."

I slipped my tights and panties down and handed them to him.

"Now go for god sake go," I hissed.

I closed the front door, and as I turned round dad was stood there. 

"It was j, just a salesman," I blurted out. 

He lifted his napkin to my face, and I felt him wipe a wet trickle from the corner of my mouth. 

"Your dinners going cold," he said with a grinning face.

I sat back at the table and tried to keep my hands from trembling.

"Bloody salesmen," my stepfather said to my mother.

"You know Sylvia you really should be more forceful with them. They are only after one thing you know?"

I looked in shock at my mother.

"Money dear, I meant money!" my mother replied, with a shocked look on her face. 

"Some might not be though, I bet some prey on lonely housewives, some would want more...." my stepfather said.

"Oh that's enough of talk like that at the table," my mum said, with her hands pressed to her ears.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, and trying not to think of the cock that 5 minutes ago was shooting in my mouth.

"Sylvia you've got white wine sauce on your top," my mum said pointing.

I quickly glanced at my grinning stepfather and rubbed it with my napkin.

The following week my sister arrived with her 4 kids. We spent a few days going out and having a laugh. She left the older two with Zack. They all got on well; Zack used to visit his father in Scotland from time to time, even my sister seemed to get on with him. Brian did a barbeque for us all and Stephanie insisted that Zack should come.

"God look at him chatting to your sister."

My eyes drifted to Zack and Stephanie.

"Trevor wants to meet her to see if they can patch things up. We might end up looking after Gordon and Ricky for a few days, Mum said she'd have the other two."

"Look some of the guys are going to Portugal next weekend." Brian said.

I knew where this was leading. 

"What about our holiday? You promised but you haven't done anything about it," I spat.

"Look the guys have been on at me, and I've missed the last two. I'll take you away in a month or two."

"Well go on your precious golfing holiday. You seem to want to spend more time away from me lately," I spat under my breath.

"I won't go if you don't want me to."

"Oh go on I couldn't stand you sulking like the last time!" I snapped.

I watched Annie as I called my sister chatting with Zack. They were laughing and joking, and sometimes talking in whispers. Every time I went near them they seemed to clam up. Maybe I should tell her what Zack was like. I watched her get up, and Zack's eyes roamed over her backside. He noticed me watching, and just smiled. I went to collect the plates from the table where Zack sat alone. 

"You're not jealous are you sexy?" he whispered.

"Don't be so ridiculous Zack, and just leave my sister alone she's got enough to worry about," I grizzled.

"Sylvie I'm nipping down the pub with Zack. Brian said he'd walk the kids to mum's house."

"What do you mean? I mean Rick and Gordon are old enough to drink take them too," I mumbled.

"No they had enough last night. Besides Zack said we might be late, so could we stay here the night?"

She was bouncing on her toes like she did when we were kids. She always got her way then.

"You should ask Brian, it's his house too."

"He said ask you. So you don't mind then?" she asked with a smile.

"Look Stephanie Zack is a, a young man now."

"Yeah I know walking in the pub on his arm will really boost my ego!"

My mouth dropped open and she began to laugh.

"God Sylvie do you think I'd take advantage of Zack Christ he's Trevor's boy. I wouldn't do anything like that, well not without a few more drinks."

I knew she was joking, but it was her I was trying to protect and not Zack. It was gone midnight when they came home. I could hear my sister's drunken giggles. Brian was sound asleep. I heard Stephanie shushing Zack several times, and then that dirty laughter of hers. I listened as they went into the lounge. I heard more giggling and the chink of glasses. I must have slept for awhile because the next thing I knew the house was quiet. Apart from my sister's muffled groans! It was now 2.30 and I just couldn't believe Zack was screwing my sister! I crept out onto the landing and listened at her door. 

"Harder baby, god harder," she moaned excitedly.

How the hell could she do this? My sister was screwing her husband's son! I wanted to kick the door in and yell and scream. But I just couldn't do it, Zack had too much on me for that. He knew I wouldn't be sleeping. He was doing this on purpose. Well if he thought I was jealous then he could bloody well think again! I wandered back to my bedroom. I stayed there listening for the next 20 minutes. I heard a door open and the loo flush, then the door closed again. God he had a bloody nerve going back in for round two! I dozed off again, but I was soon wide awake. I just couldn't sleep now. I waited for a short time and then I crept downstairs for a cigarette. 

"What's up auntie can't you sleep?"

I jumped out of my skin. There was Zack on the couch. 

"Pass out did she?" I snapped, "I heard you Zack so don't deny it."

He stood up blocking my path to the kitchen.

"What did you hear?"

"You fucking her, my sister, did you get her pissed Zack, and help her up to bed?"

"So what if I did?"

I slapped his face hard, and he grabbed my arm twisting me to the couch.

"Go on then rape me and I'll scream." I hissed.

"You wouldn't scream you'd love it."

I began beating on his bare chest as he forced his lips on me. I fought and struggled to keep his tongue out of my mouth, but I guess I didn't fight hard enough. I could feel his cock rubbing between my legs. I pulled his hair and he winced as he let off the kiss. I just stared through the dark, narrowing my eyes. I lashed out slapping his face. I did it a second time, only softer. I couldn't manage a third slap. I raised my hand all right, but it sort of dropped into his curly black hair. I pulled myself up and thrust my tongue in his mouth. I hooked my left leg over his backside, and pulled him down until his cock slipped into me. I began working my leg pulling him into me. God knows how many times our dancing tongues slipped from one mouth to the other. I could feel my nails digging into his back, I didn't care whether I drew blood or not. Zack winced at one stage and pulled off the kiss. He slapped my bare ass cheek, so I slapped his face, fair trade?

"You are a little jealous slut," he spat mocking me.

"Don't fuck my sister again," I said, in a pleading tone rather than a pissed off one.

"Oh a little scared of the competition are you?"

"I mean it Zack, please don't," I whimpered.

He jabbed into me harder and I had to really stop from crying out. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. I could see his grinning face in the moonlight. Even now he was mocking me as he got what he wanted! 

"Do you like it Auntie Sylvie? Do you like me fucking you instead of her?"

There was that sick little grin that I had come to hate. But it also gave me the desire to carry on. Just the way Zack tormented me had my juices flowing. 

"Yeah, of course I do," I whimpered.

His grin spread as he started riding me even harder. Zack was back in control again, and I found it as erotic as he did!

"Am I a better fuck than my sister?"

His face took on a surprised look for just a second. Then he slipped back into bastard mode.

"Only because you are desperate for it, and a fucking slag," he mumbled in my ear.

I felt him pumping into me. My poor ass was close to bursting through the bottom of the couch! I clung to his neck as I felt my orgasm explode into life. I had to remind myself not to scream out, in case the whole town heard my lust filled cries. 3 times I tried to put the thin strap of my pink nightdress on my shoulder, until I realised that at some point it must have been ripped off. I moved to the door as Zack pulled the covers over his body on the couch. I climbed the stairs and slipped in next to my husband. I felt guilty as hell, but it was nothing to when I saw his eyes staring at me in the dark! I just waited for him to hit the roof!

"What's up with you?" he said.

That was it, his eyes shut and he was asleep again! I stayed quiet not daring to breath. This had happened a few times before. Each time it put the fear of god into me. When he had been drinking he would sometimes just open his eyes, and spout a few words and then sleep. I remember once he just opened his eyes and called me a 'fucking ugly cow', it just happened. The next morning I was in tears and he swore blind he couldn't remember saying it, he couldn't even remember waking up! I rolled over after a couple of minutes. I still wasn't sure if at some point in the night, I'd wake up with a knife in my back!

"So what time did you get in last night?"

"I don't know we had a good time though," Stephanie said, and then she noticed my miffed expression, "Oh sorry did we wake you up?"

My mouth dropped open.

"Look sorry Sylvie, I just couldn't help myself, anyway its no big deal is it?"

My mouth dropped even further. I watched my sister butter some toast and snatch my coffee. She smiled a cheeky grin.

"So you didn't really mind did you? I mean it was a one off, and he was rather good," she chuckled nudging my arm.

"Its bloody disgusting Stephanie," I hissed, trying to keep from waking Zack in the next room.

"God it was just a fuck, why are you so upset? I mean we were as quiet as we could be. Away I doubt if I'll see him again."

"Doubt if you'll.... see who again?" I asked mystified.

"Look I can't remember his name, oh Donny, it was Donny."

"You had sex with, Donny, and not......"

She looked at me a little strange, "look I've got to go and pick the kids up."

I watched her take a last swig of my coffee and she was gone. I rushed in to Zack and shook him awake.

"You little shit you let me believe you had sex with Stephanie," I snarled.

"Well you seemed to like the idea."

"Don't get smart with me; do you know how jealous I felt? Shit, I didn't mean that."

I backed away from him, putting my hand to my mouth at the same time. I didn't mean that at all, it just slipped out. I really don't know why I said it, god, fuck, how embarrassing, fuck!!!

"Get dressed and go home," I mumbled.

I tried to talk to Brian when he eventually woke up. I wanted to confess everything to him. I couldn't live like this anymore. I sat in tears on the bed and wanted to plead to Brian to forgive me. I just couldn't tell him, I just sat there crying. While I knew the thought of me going with Zack turned him on, well I think it did, I just couldn't tell him I had gone and fucked him in the night.

"Look Sylvie why don't you go back to bed you look tired. I've got to go into work to clear a few things up."

"But it's Saturday, why are you working on Saturday?"

"I have to Sylvia; I said I'd be there at 12."




All About Zack Ch. 09



"Well don't you want some lunch first?"

"No I'll grab something later."

"I bet you will," I mumbled, as he went to the bathroom.

I didn't see Brian until 6 o'clock that evening. I phoned him four times but I didn't get an answer from his office. Hardily surprising he was probably off with that slut! I began to wonder if Brian was pushing me away. Was he now using Zack as an excuse to have a fling with Faye? Would he tell me it was my fault, for letting Zack take advantage of me? That must be it; he wouldn't look so bad if he was going to leave me. I tried talking to him but he came home late most nights. Yet another big order seemed to be taking up my husband's time. Still if he had that little tart there no wonder I was lower down the list! Perhaps I should have forced him to talk, but we didn't do things like that. My husband could be bloody stubborn when he wanted to be. Maybe after he came back from Portugal, we could sit down and talk. I know this sounds like I'm putting things off, but my husband was so dedicated to getting things right, he wouldn't rest until he was happy with everything. He was even bringing his work home at the latter end of the week. This contract was big, the biggest he had handled. I suppose he had to remain focused, but it still didn't help me. 

I was also trying to juggle seeing my sister, and my friend Tina. Now Stephanie was going to meet Trevor for a few days, to see if they had any hope of saving their marriage and after her fling with Donny I didn't think she really cared. Tina and Danny were off to a show in London, and staying there for the weekend. So guess who would be cooking meals for Zack? I phoned Brian's office just after lunch. I had somehow broken the clasp on my bracelet. He had already left for Portugal according to Faye. I asked her in a quite civilised manner, if she could look for the receipt for my bracelet. 

"Look I haven't really got time. I'm due at the airport at 3."

My mind started racing, "oh where are you going?"

"On holiday for the weekend, if that's OK with you?" she snapped.

OK my tone was a little bit suspicious, but she didn't have to just hang up on me, unless she had something to hide?

I rooted through Brian's box of receipts, being an accountant he kept everything like that. I found it near the top. My hand covered my mouth. It was there in black and white, a £60 bracelet, a £240 necklace, and a £350 ring. I went to the jeweller's shop and that's when my growing suspicions were confirmed.

"Yes he came here with a woman, and she tried the necklace on madam. I thought she was his wife. Until I heard them muttering and giggling."

I could hear the delight in his voice, like he enjoyed a good scandal. 

"What did they giggle about?" I asked.

"Oh, just how much they would love to see someone's face, or something like that."

I could see the delight in his eyes as he watched me for a reaction.

"Something else too madam, apparently after a holiday or something, the man was looking forward to moving. They were still giggling when I took the necklace off the woman's neck."

My tears were sliding down my cheeks now.

"Would you like to sit down madam? I'm afraid this has happened a few times, husbands coming in here to buy presents for their wives, and mistresses."

I just fled the shop. I got home and went to phone mum, I didn't get an answer. I phoned Tina forgetting she was on her way to London. 

"Mums not here they left 20 minutes ago."

30 minutes later I was crying on Zack's shoulder. Yes why him? I didn't know either, because he was there I suppose. It all came out, everything, as I sobbed in his arms for the next hour.



All About Zack Ch. 10



My name is Stephanie and this is my story.

I had moved to Scotland with my husband and the twins. I fell pregnant with the twins a year after Trevor had married Tina. He left her for me and we ran off to Scotland together. Trevor worked on an oilrig off the coast of Aberdeen. He was away for weeks at a time, when he did come home it was a quick fuck, and then off to the pub with his mates. 

I was lonely I suppose, and I would meet up with my stepfather, maybe twice or three times a year. He told my mum he was going to conferences and the like, he was to start with, but then he started meeting me. Why? 

Well going back even further, whenever I had a boy in the house my stepfather would walk in on us. It got to the stage where I used to leave the door open a little. It would turn me on to know my stepfather was watching. He would slip me £10 the next day, while he didn't say what it was for I knew full well. He never pushed me for sex, not until he asked to meet me at a hotel near my home in Scotland. I got a babysitter for the twins and met up with him. Even at the time I didn't think it was anything to do with sex. We had dinner and chatted about mum and my sister. We went up to his room just so we could relax a little. I sat on his bed and thumbed through the notes of a meeting he was to attend. He sat next to me and turned my face to his. The notes slipped from my hands as he kissed me, and I responded. I suppose it was my own fault because I had worn a low cut top and a short skirt. I had worn it on purpose to tease him like I used to with my boyfriends. I pushed off his kiss and stood up.

"We can't do this I'm your stepdaughter," I mumbled.

He stood up next to me and just pushed my shoulders down until I ended up sat on the bed again. 

"You're such a prick tease Stephanie, and you always took my money. All those boyfriends you brought home while your mum was at bingo, you did it to tease me didn't you? Now I want what they had and I won't be denied."

I watched as a roll of bank notes landed next to me on the bed. He knew I was hard up for money, and the grin on his face was full of confidence. I looked at the money and guessed it to be about £100.

"That's for my blowjob," he mumbled.

Another roll of notes hit the bed.

"That's for my fuck."

Yet another roll of notes hit the bed.

"That is for taking my cock in your ass."

A last roll of notes hit the bed.

"That is for staying the night."

I swallowed and looked up into his eyes. He reached down and pulled my top up over my head. My bare tits bounced free and still he smiled. I pulled his zip down and reached in to get his cock out. I must have looked up shocked; he just smiled down, knowing why. I pulled out his cock that had already started to stiffen. I guess it was already 7 inches and still growing. I licked round the head and he gasped. 

"Get me in your throat," he groaned.

I pushed forward feeling the tip of his cock enter my throat. 

"You're such a whore you don't even gag," he mumbled.

The money was my only concern, and for the notes that lay around me he could call me what he wanted. I did once think about my mother, but I just pushed her to the back of my mind. Yes cruel I know, but we hardily saw eye to eye. 

I used to have this fantasy about being a prostitute; I suppose that was what I was right now. I reckon that's why I fell for my husband. He treated me like that right from the off. The first night we fucked was when I was drunk. He was married to my friend Tina and she wasn't out that night. He offered to share a taxi with me and two other men. We ended up at somebody's flat, all three of them fucked me as I just lay there having orgasm after orgasm. Trevor eventually took me home in a taxi, and had me up against a wall one last time. We continued seeing each other and I fell pregnant, but we were so into each other we ran away.

I could feel my stepfather gripping my dyed blonde hair. There I was just staring at his ginger hair. He grunted and shuffled and I choked. I tried pulling off but he just held me tighter. I swallowed and gulped down his spunk not really liking the taste. I suppose a real pro would make him wear a condom, I was his stepdaughter and perhaps I should have told him to wear one, but I didn't, I just thought of all the money next to me on the bed. 

I felt him move away to the bathroom. When he came back in I was naked in his bed. He just smiled at me and got in, he turned me over and his tongue began working on my ass. Now I have quiet a pump rear but that has never bothered me, nor did it worry the three men who had been there, including my husband. Matthew my stepfather seemed to spend ages teasing my asshole; it made me shudder with excitement. Finally he moved up on his hips and pushed his now hard dick into my pussy. He fucked me doggy style, pulling me back every time he pushed forward. My gaping mouth groaned from time to time as he fucked me hard. 

"See what you have been missing Stephanie?"

"Do me harder you bastard!" I grizzled.

He just chuckled and forced into me. I could hear him panting again and he gripped my hips. With one huge thrust he held himself in me. This was my baby making fuck. I did go to the loo quickly afterwards but I would never get all that spunk out that his long hard cock had delivered. Serves me right doesn't it?

Even when I slipped back in the bed next to him, I didn't worry about getting pregnant. Just one fuck, surely I wouldn't be that unlucky?

I phoned the baby sitter and told her I would be away overnight. My stepfather was nuzzling into my neck all the time. We fell asleep in our cuddle, until the early hours of the morning. I woke up to feel his wet tongue darting into my ass. God knows how long he had been doing it? Again he pulled me up, I protested weakly but he pushed into my ass this time. 

"See you love it Stephanie, you love it in your fat ass."

"Well you paid for it," I mumbled.

I felt tight on his cock, even though Trevor is just as big as him. What the hell would my husband say? Still he would never know. Matthew was driving in hard. I'm sure he liked this more than fucking my cunt, he just seemed more excited. I winced and shuffled to get a little more comfortable. I got a slap on my rear.

"Keep still you little slut," he spat.

I just pushed back which caused him to groan excitedly. He didn't last long, not long enough for me to get any satisfaction. All I thought about was how my ass would take awhile to recover. 

I twisted and pulled myself forward, only to have my ass slapped again and be pulled back onto my stepfather's ejaculating cock! 

Finally I went rather gingerly to the loo. Since then like I said I carried on letting my stepfather fuck me. Well he paid me and he really looked after me.

So that is how I ended up having Simon, my only kid with ginger hair!

Going back to my sister Sylvia, I knew she found it difficult being married to Tina's brother. Still that was probably due to end, and for once it wasn't my fault. OK I had fucked Brian my brother. But my sister never found out, we only did it 4 or 5 times anyway. 

I realise you have got me marked as a slut, and quite frankly I was. But my world would finally crumble, so the cheating bitch that I am got what she deserved. Anyone that does have any sympathy for me won't after my next confession, so here goes.

I don't really know who seduced who. But I ended up screwing with my husband's boy from his first marriage. He used to come and stay with us for holidays. Zack was a strange kid, sort of creepy in a way. He had this habit of undressing me with his eyes. 

I was separated from Trevor the night Zack fucked me. Sylvia did this barbeque and I asked if Zack could stay, he had been looking after my kids as I met up with my old friends. So as a treat I took him to the pub. 

We drunk quite a bit and the guy behind the bar started hitting on me. Zack was quite protective at first; he started acting like we were a couple. It was quite a laugh seeing faces watch Zack dance with someone over twice his age. We got a taxi back to Sylvia's house. She and Brian were asleep and it was past midnight. Zack and I had a drink and chatted, that was when he kissed me, or was it I kissed him! 

"I want you Stephanie," he groaned, as we broke from the kiss.

I half chuckled but I could see just how serious he was. His lips went back onto mine and I responded. His hand went up my skirt, and I opened my legs letting touch me. I was supposed to be meeting Trevor in a few days to see if we had a future, and here I was groping his son's cock! 

"Come on let's go to your room. We can't risk Auntie Sylvia coming down, besides I bet she'd be jealous."

"God my sister, She would probably have a heart attack," I said with a chuckle.

I saw this strange look in his eye, "go on, at least I could have one of the sexiest sisters in town."

Again the thought of Sylvia doing it with Zack had me giggling. 

"You know she would never let you do it with her, you would have to force her, and even then she would die of shock first."

"Oh I'd never force her, although she might enjoy it."

We both chuckled at Zack's comment.

"You know your mother would do her nut."

"Well you better pray I don't tell her then Auntie Stephanie, or do I call you step mother?"

"Seriously though Zack you must not tell anyone." I said.

"Don't worry I won't say a word. Well what do you think sexy?"

He grinned at me as I took my shoes off and we went up to bed. 

For some reason he insisted we kept the bedside light on. I was now totally taken by Zack; he had confidence beyond his years. We jammed a chair up against the door just in case Sylvia or Brian heard us and tried to get in. Zack had said that I could always tell her it was Donny, the guy from the pub. 

I slipped my top and skirt off and moved close to Zack. He reached behind me and his fingers soon had my bra falling at my feet. He held onto my hair as he seemed to force his tongue on me. I guess he was just over excited. 

"Will you suck me for awhile?"

He sounded so innocent I found myself smiling. I felt like the pro again, like some young boy had come to lose his virginity. 

"So you would like me to suck you and get you all hot? You know this really is perverted Zack. Do you really want this to happen?"

I just smiled at the hard cock that was presented to me. He jumped slightly as I took hold of it. He was just like Trevor my husband, his father! I licked him from the base to the tip and he shuddered slightly. I looked up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around his purple head. For one instant I saw his father looking down on me. Far from putting me, off it seemed to drive me on! Even the thought of doing Zack with my sister and her husband sleeping a few yards away, got me horny. 

"Just close your eyes and enjoy it."

That wasn't me that was talking it was Zack! So I did, just sucking him got me extremely wet. I don't know what he was doing but he seemed to stretch away. I just followed him. The bedside lamp seemed to be lighting up my face; I could see the dark through my eyelids lighten.

"What are you doing?" I said taking a breath.

"I just want to shine the light on your face, you look so sexy. Now close your eyes."

I smiled and shut them going back on his cock. I always was a sucker for men who said things like that, and coming from someone half my age really boosted my ego. 

I could hear his trembling panting as I sucked harder and deeper. His hand gripped my head like so many other men had before. It scared me when I was young, but not anymore. I knew a sharp twist on the balls hanging under my chin would cause enough pain to stop me from choking. 

I let him pull my nose into his hair. His cock slipped easily into my throat. I groaned in a low tone and then he spurted. I pulled back off his cock a little so I could taste his salty spunk. I kept a tight seal on his hard dick as he grunted and pumped in my hot mouth. He finally pushed me off quite roughly I thought, but he must have been too excited to realise. 

"Steady lover I nearly fell over."

He just looked down on me with those dark eyes that in the half light looked almost evil. He smiled at me after awhile and pulled me into the bed. He began nibbling my nipple sharply. I winced several times and asked him to go steady. He was being quite rough again; I guess he was eager to get to fuck me now. I opened my legs feeling how hard he was.

"No I want you from behind," he mumbled.

I turned over with a smile on my face. He moved me up on my knees and again he fiddled with the lamp. He moved into me and started pushing back and forth. Maybe he wasn't as innocent as I had first thought?

"Shush Zack don't wake your uncle up," I whispered, as he seemed to grunt louder.

"Oh don't worry; anyway it'll probably be Aunt Sylvie that wakes up. God what would you do if she came in?"

The thought of Sylvia walking in made me chuckle again. She would certainly give me a right telling off. That was when she got over the shock. 

"I bet she is just as horny as you. Do you reckon I'd have a chance with her?"

"Zack don't be ridiculous," I grunted, "and don't forget to pull out."

He seemed to thrust further into me. 

"Hey do you reckon she'd like this?"

I felt his hand between my plump ass cheeks. Then a wet finger wriggled into my asshole. I ground back trying to get more of his cock and his finger. I didn't answer his question, but I'm sure my sister would die if Brian tried to fuck her ass. 

"Mum would go mad if she saw this, I mean if she knew what we were doing," he grunted.

The thought of that fucking bitch watching me fuck with her son gave me a slight thrill. She had stolen Trevor from me first of all. But now I was doing her son, it seemed to complete the set, if you know what I mean? 

"Harder Baby, harder!" 

I felt myself exploded on his cock. I trembled and shook as he rammed another finger in my ass! I just stayed there on my arms with my ass stuck in the air. Zack's panting increased and he started to jerk more forcefully. He was really fucking me hard. If I didn't know better I'm sure he was trying to hurt me. Maybe this was how he fucked, aggressively I mean. 

I felt him shoot into me, fuck he was supposed to pull out! I wriggled and tried to pull off him but now two hands grabbed my hips! His fingers dug into my flesh and again he was being rough with me. 

I stumbled to the loo a little angry with him for not pulling out. But I suppose he just got over excited. When I went back to bed he was gone. Maybe now he felt a little guilty.

My sister was a little pissed off with me the next morning. She had heard me with Zack. I told her it was Donny from the pub; well I couldn't let her know it was our nephew could I?

I went into the lounge where Zack had slept on the couch. 

"Are you OK?" I asked in a whisper. 

He grinned at me and I smiled back. I bent my head to give him a quick kiss. I quickly looked back to the closed kitchen door and lifted my skirt showing Zack my bare pussy.

"Your roots need doing fat ass," he sneered.

I backed away feeling angry with him. OK my roots did need doing and I did have a fat ass, but he fucking well enjoyed it last night! He had that evil look on his face again, and although I wanted to have a go at him his stare frightened me. I gulped, and dropped my skirt feeling like a bloody fool. The colour had drained from my face. Then he held up his phone, and there I was sucking him off! I wanted to slap his face but I decided to just get out of there. I could hear him chuckle as I left the lounge. The little shit made it obvious that I was just a fuck, and he had the evidence on his phone!

I met up with my husband a few days later. We had a good time and got drunk. I tried to rouse him in the hotel but he was too drunk to fuck me. We argued the next morning and went our separate ways. Mum always said we were like Burton and Taylor, I guess she wasn't far wrong.

So that's my story and how I came to have my fifth kid. 

I managed to convince Trevor he had fucked me that night. But it wasn't his and I hadn't had sex with anyone apart from Zack. Trevor and I divorced; well it was bound to happen eventually. So I got what I deserved, I suppose.



All About Zack Ch. 11



"I should go auntie," he mumbled.

He got up and I grabbed his arm. I felt low and hurt and I didn't want to be alone. I stood up and put my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

He shook his head. I gave him the softest kiss I could manage, a kiss that pleaded and begged. He resisted at first, but not with any great force. I kept kissing him, until I felt his tongue in my mouth. Two wrongs don't make a right, but at the time I needed to feel loved, not that I would with Zack. 

"Zack, will you take me to bed?" I mumbled, looking deep into his eyes.

"Are you..."

I pressed my lips onto his again not wanting him to ask. 

"Please Zack just do it for me."

We fucked long and slow. We didn't speak or talk dirty. Is there such a thing as a comfort fuck? Well this was it if there was. I didn't have an orgasm or come near to it. It was ages before we spoke.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I whimpered, as I cried yet again.

It was dark when I woke up, and I was alone. I felt frightened and insecure. I shouted for Zack thinking he had probably gone home. The door burst open and he came running in.

"What's up, are you OK?"

He cuddled me as I began to cry again, "I thought you had, had gone. Don't leave me alone, not tonight Zack, please don't."

I clung hard to him as he stroked my hair and soothed me. After awhile he pushed me away by my shoulders. 

"Come downstairs I've made you something to eat."

I sat in the kitchen chewing on a sandwich that I really didn't want. We curled up on the couch afterwards just watching telly. My thoughts were constantly of Brian wanting to divorce me for Faye. We went up to bed after awhile. By the time Zack had fallen asleep I was angry with Brian. I just cuddled into Zack wondering how my husband was going to spring the divorce on me. My eyes drifted to the clock, it was 3.55 and at last sleep seemed to take over. I sat up in bed as Zack put a boiled egg, toast, and tea on a tray in front of me. I hadn't heard him get up, and I smiled for the first time in quite awhile. 

"This is nice, thank you," I mumbled, as my tears fell again.

He dried my eyes, "you'll make the toast all soggy."

I grinned and chuckled a little. He took the tray when I had finished. 

"So what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I really can't do anything can I? I mean he wants a divorce, I just know it."

"Don't you want to get even with him?"

I watched him drop his jeans, and get back into bed. He went down under the covers and started kissing my pussy.

"Don't Zack," I moaned.

"Your husband is on holiday with that tart. Do you think he cares about you?"

I ran my fingers through his hair, thinking about what he said. He started kissing my belly, working up to my tits and then my neck. 

"Are you just using me Zack, are you just going to fuck me because I'm vulnerable?"

His cock slipped into me and I didn't resist.

"Yeah I suppose, like you used me last night."

Well at least he was being honest I suppose. I thought of Brian wondering if he was fucking her. My anger had come back again.

"Go on then, fuck me Zack. You know what I want and what I like."

I wrapped my legs around his back. He started to increase in pace, and with it my enthusiasm increased also.

"You've got me until Sunday night. I'll let you do what you want," I said panting.

"Anything I want, auntie?" he grunted.

"Yeah anything you want. You once called me your slut, so you better start treating me like it. I want you to fuck your auntie, or do anything else you want to her. You've got it all on your phone. I can't, stop you, you are in charge Zack," I panted lustfully.

He bucked harder into me. He was becoming rougher, and it had me on the brink of an orgasm.

"You are such a slag auntie, and I'm going to treat you like shit!" he hissed.

I shuddered and pulled his backside into me. All I could think about now was my marriage was over, and maybe Zack could give me what I thought I wanted, for the weekend anyway. Fuck Brian and that whore. She would soon get fed up with him anyway. Yes I was bloody angry and hurt, and I really don't give a flying fuck anymore. If he wanted her then why shouldn't I have some fun?

Zack pulled out of me and started to toss himself off.

"God what are you doing?"

½ an hour later he walked me to the mirror. I looked down to see my hair all matted, with nearly dry spunk! I just looked at it hanging in my hair, like some strange cobweb. He took my hand and walked me down to the kitchen. 

"You need to do the washing up," he spat as he fingered my ass.

So there I was stood at the sink, totally naked, apart from my nephew's spunk hanging in my pubic hair. I started washing up, wondering why the hell I was letting him do this. I went into the lounge and told Zack I had finished. He looked between my legs checking I hadn't cleaned his spunk off. He took me upstairs and held my hand as I stepped into the bath that he had filled. I just sat in the warm water. Zack got in behind me and I lay back against him. He showered my hair and put shampoo in it. His fingers gently massaged my scalp and then he rinsed it. I felt the soft sponge covered with soap slowly move over my body. I just sat there feeling goose bumps rise, and a tingle between my legs. I lay back in his arms again, watching his fingers pull gently at my erect nipple. 

"Can we go back to bed?" I asked softly.

He moved out of the bath and pulled me up. I could feel the water running off my body. Again he held my hand as I got out of the bath. He wrapped me in a towel and took my hand. I followed behind him, watching the water run over the curve of his buttocks. He put me on my back with my knees bent over the edge of the bed. I juddered as his tongue worked between my legs. I was already close to an orgasm, but when he lifted up his phone, and I saw his cock in my mouth, the day I sucked him off just inside my front door. I gasped and let everything go. I could even hear myself groaning on the phone! My hands pulled his head further into me; I just needed ever fraction of my nephew's tongue working its magic. I moved up the bed and my damp hair hit the pillow. Zack was now pushing himself into me. His throbbing cock fucked me for ages. He started moaning and grunting through his nose. I saw the intense expression on his face that surprised me. Did he really get this hot over me, or was it just him getting off? Even then I thought of my husband. Only to wish he would walk in and see how Zack lusted after me.

"Do you really like screwing your aunt darling?"

"Oh fucking hell yes," he gasped.

"Go on give the dirty slut what she likes. Give her that hot spunk from your big thick cock!" I hissed.

His arms buckled slightly and his face turned red.

"Come on my horny nephew fuck me into next week. Make me your dirty whore!"

He hollered and screamed and jabbed into me with long deep thrusts. This was it now, surely he would be drained. He got off me panting and gasping for breath. His whole body seemed to be heaving in big gulps of air. 

"Can you, get me, a drink?" he managed to ask between heavy pants.

I sat on the bed watching him drink the blackcurrant juice. 

"God you are one sexy fuck," he groaned.

So there we were in a bus shelter just after midnight. My short skirt was up over my backside and Zack was fucking me from behind. I was terrified in case we were spotted. Zack just grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I could see car lights illuminating the bus shelter from time to time. At least I was bent over gripping the seat so my face was hidden from view. My poor pussy was sore from the morning, and two more fucks in the afternoon, but I was still dripping wet and having another orgasm like it was my first! Zack soon followed, and when he stood up, I hastily pulled my tights up and straightened my skirt.

"I've got a special treat for you today slut."

My tongue continued to lick his balls as he rested them on my face.

"Were you disappointed when your mum came in the other day?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well those two blokes who did the gutter. You looked so fucking horny; I bet you wouldn't have stopped them would you?"

I wanted to take my blindfold off now, but with my hands tied over my head I couldn't.

I heard Zack pressing the keys on his mobile phone. 

"Come on round she's hot for it."

He gave my clit a light flick and I jerked. I thought he was teasing me and just pretending. That was until I heard the front door open. My heart raced and I struggled to get free. Zack just put his weight on my face until I quit.

"Don't be so frightened auntie I'm just giving you what you want."

I heard the bedroom door open and now the two men would have an uninterrupted view of my freshly fucked pussy! Zack moved off the bed and I could sense the two men move either side of me. I jumped and gasped as I felt two cocks rub on my face. Zack was still fingering my clit. 

"Open your mouth auntie and give them both a nice lick."

My trembling lips parted slowly. My tongue came out and I felt a hot cock head, and then a second. I made a strangled gurgling noise, as I just let my tongue explore them both! Zack moved off the bed, and I felt a hand from each of the men pull at my pussy lips. I could hear them gasping as they explored my cunt. I was pulling and writhing as far as my restraints would allow. I gasped and shook as a finger from both men pushed into my pussy. 

"Finger her fast, that gets her off quick," Zack said, with an almost amused tone in his voice.

Both the men now had two fingers in my pussy. These two dirty builders just went faster and faster. My mind was a sea of confusion, was there no end to Zack's ingenuity? How the hell did he know I wouldn't scream my head off? OK I was tied to the bed, but everything he forced me to do turned me on beyond belief, how did he know this!

"Oh listen to those juices slurping up that puffy cunt!"

Christ he really knew how to humiliate me. I just shrivelled and climaxed right on their fingers. My back arched up, and every part of my body that could shake did!

I was panting and gasping and trying to get the blindfold off. I felt Zack hold it until I gave up again.

"Not yet auntie, not until they are ready." 

I heard the two men grunting. I assumed they were tossing themselves off, but why?

"Now," Zack snapped.

My blindfold was yanked up just as I felt the two men spunk on my tits from each side.

"OH fucking hell!" I gasped.

There were the twins, my sisters 19 year olds, both shooting hot spunk on their auntie's tits!

I looked further down the bed. It was Zack's cock that was fucking me, and shooting at the same time as Gordon and Ricky. Not only was it caught on my husband's video camera, but on Zack's phone too! I just looked between all three of them with such mixed emotions, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing 3 grimacing faces as they exploded on or in my body had me climaxing straight away. 

They all pulled away, and the only sound that could be heard, was of four people fighting to get their breath back.

"See didn't I tell you had a fucking hot sexy aunt guys?"

I looked down at my tits covered in hot spunk. I watched it trickle slowly over my mounds. At the same time I could feel Zack's spunk oozing out and travelling towards my ass. Now I suppose that would have been humiliating enough. But Zack took them to the foot of the bed.

"God she's really puffy down there," Gordon said with a grin.

"Oh look at it oozing out!" Ricky said with glee, "you've got a great cunt auntie Sylvia."

I was left there while the three of them went downstairs. I just lay there wondering what the hell would happen next! 20 minutes later Gordon appeared. My eyes opened wide with shock as he just moved between my legs.

"Gordon if your mother knew what you."

He thrust hard into me stopping my weak protests. He slammed into me at a very fast pace.

"Gordon please I'm a little sore, go gentle with me, please?"

He didn't even bother answering me. The other two came in and stood watching. Ricky was massaging his cock already. Zack just looked down on me with his usual dirty grin. Gordon soon filled my pussy, grunting and snorting in my ear. 

"Oh no not yet," I gasped, as Ricky took his twin brother's place.

"What are you doing? No Christ, not there!" I shrieked. 

3 smiling faces watched their aunt's face contort. Ricky used his brother's spunk to lube my ass. I grimaced and screamed as his cock forced into my tight ass. I felt him push past boundaries that offered resistance, until they felt like they had snapped open. Zack turned my head sideways. My mouth was just wide open, wide enough for Zack to stuff his cock in!

"Ricky is just getting you ready for me," Zack said with a sick grin.

I tried to relax and let it happen, but what Zack threatened had me worried. Ricky was smaller than Zack, not as thick I mean. The thought of Zack fucking my ass had my heart racing. Ricky was becoming more and more excited. My poor ass felt like it was being ripped in half! Gordon was now fingering me. His fingers worked in and out of my pussy, with Zack telling him to do it fast. I just lay there with my 3 nephews abusing my body. Despite the pain in my backside I could feel myself surrendering to an orgasm. Zack pulled out as I began to choke. As I coughed my body jerked, and Ricky's cock went in further causing me to wince. 

"Hell auntie I want your ass as soon as Ricky has finished."

I shook my head not quite able to answer Zack. 

"God you are fucking tight," Ricky spat excitedly. 

I found myself shuddering to a climax on Gordon's finger. His cock had joined Zack's now, right over my face. I felt someone pinch my nose and the two cocks fired cum into my gaping mouth. I closed my eyes and my mouth as the fingers let go of my nose. Spunk was flying everywhere, even up my ass now! Ricky was grunting and then screaming as he shot into me. I don't know if he had been holding back earlier, but now he was causing me more pain. Even so with spunk coating my nose, cheeks, hair, and eyelids, I wailed through a very draining orgasm. "Well auntie I guess we had better go," Zack said as he untied me. 

I watched him take the video out of the camera. I didn't know he had set it up; he must have done it when I was blindfolded.

"Now I had better look after this, we don't want uncle Brian stumbling across it do we? Oh the twins would like a copy of the tape, you don't mind do you?"

I just sat open mouthed unable to speak.

"No I thought not, I mean I hope they don't try and blackmail you, but then again you might like that auntie. Just imagine 3 of us making you do what we wanted," he said with a final chuckle.

I struggled to the bathroom, and crawled into the bath that Zack had run for me. My poor backside felt sore, but it had died down quicker than I thought it would. I tried to deny the pleasure that I had from anal sex. It was something that I never wanted to try, but now I had, maybe it wasn't that bad.

When my husband came home I really wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. I just stood there waiting for him to come out with it. He kissed my cheek. 

"I'm knackered," he mumbled, as he slumped into the chair, and reached down into his bag.

"Brian we need to talk," I said, as I started to wring my hands.

I had to tell him what had happened; I mean this had gone way beyond just Zack forcing me now. Even with Brian going off with that tart I just had to come clean. 

"Wait I've got something for you."

Oh god the divorce papers now I thought. 

"Look I realise you didn't want me to go, so before I did I took Faye shopping, to get you these."

My mouth dropped open as he rummaged through his bag. 

"Here I bought you this for our anniversary next week, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it to you now," he said, as he sat back.

I ripped off the packaging and there was the necklace and the ring. My mind was spinning with a thousand thoughts. 

"I had to take Faye, for a little feminine input. I asked her to put it on as I know you don't like a tight necklace. Well what do you think?"

"I don't, know what to, say," I mumbled.

He smiled at the tears that formed in my eyes. 

"Look I've got a confession. I'm moving jobs; I'm going to work for Richards. Some of us are jumping ship. I'm handing in my notice next week."

It was my turn to slump in the chair. I looked at the ring and necklace.

"Richards wants me to work for him. Sylvia what do you think?"

I started going through everything the jeweller had told me. OK I had fucked up again, now I didn't know what the hell to do. It was still in my mind to tell Brian, but as the minutes turned to hours, I was just so relieved he wasn't divorcing me I backed down. 

By the time we got to bed I just wanted to sleep on it and decide tomorrow. I slipped into the fresh sheets and instantly I remembered what had taken place with my 3 nephews! 

"Brian I'm tired, not tonight."

Well I couldn't say my poor cunt and ass had been fucked senseless could I? 

"Oh and what if it was him, Zack I mean?"

I watched him pick up Zack's ring from the bedside table. I shrivelled as my husband waited for my reaction. 

"So my wife has been a little whore again," he mumbled.

I felt his cock slip into me. I couldn't tell from his stone like expression what he was thinking, but he had his cock in me, like the day he bent me over the kitchen table.

"Put it on Sylvia, wear his ring."

I swallowed hard and I just lay there. I watched as he pushed the silver ring on the middle finger of my right hand.

"It's too tight," I gasped, "I won't be able to get it off!"

He forced it over my knuckle, and grinned down at me.

"Well it will be a permanent reminder of what a slag you are. Anyway I bet you love the thought of having something of his close to you."

He began fucking me in long deep strokes. I winced and whimpered.

"Oh are you a little sore my cheating wife?"

"Brian, do you really, really want this?"

"I wouldn't be fucking you if I didn't; besides I bet you enjoyed it. That pretty cunt looked puffy and red, and you feel so big, did he stretch you?"

Ok my husband was getting off on my adultery now, but what when his excitement subsided? He gently pushed my right hand down between us. 

"Put your middle finger in your cunt. Go on be a bitch and help yourself, put his ring in your pussy right next to my cock."

I shook my head looking straight up into his eyes. I could see he was nearing the point of no return. His face was red and his breathing had become heavier.

"Kiss it bitch, kiss your lovers ring," he stammered.

I didn't want to do this, but I closed my eyes and put the ring to my lips. 

"Oh fucking shit, you fucking bitch, bitch!" Brain screamed.

I could see him fighting to keep his eyes open so he could see my lips kissing Zack's ring. In the end his climax took over and his eyes closed tight.

I fought and struggled to get the ring off. In the end I went into Brian and sobbed that it wouldn't budge. He just gave me a look that seemed to say he didn't care. I rushed back into the bathroom and soaped my finger again. 

"So it's stuck then?"

I turned my head to Brian; my eyes were full of fear now. He walked over to me and started drying my hand. 

"It looks like you're stuck with it. Still it doesn't really matter I suppose we needn't pretend anymore. You went to the jewellers didn't you? I had to go back and change Faye's engagement ring. I was going to tell you after our anniversary, but seeing as how you are hooked on fucking my sister's son, I thought what the fuck!"

I slumped down on the loo. 

"You're going to divorce me and marry that slut?" I mumbled in disbelief.




All About Zack Ch. 11



He smirked at me like I was saying something ridiculous.

"She's not a slut Sylvia, I mean just look in the mirror if you want to see a slut!" he spat viciously.

"She said she thought you had guessed when you phoned the office. She had to put the phone down on you. I mean you must have been suspicious, and I didn't want to cancel our holiday. Faye has worked so hard she deserves better."

"Then why come back here at all? Why give me the bloody present?" I hissed.

"Even when I was on holiday with her I felt sorry for you. I wanted to give our marriage one last chance. That is why I took her engagement ring back. Then I saw that little shits ring on my bloody bedside cabinet."

He spent the night in the spare room and cleared his stuff out in the morning. 

I took a deep breath. Even after everything he had said, I was surprised how quickly I realised our marriage was over. I had an empty feeling in my stomach as the door closed behind him for the last time. It was then I started to cry. 2 weeks later I received the divorce papers. I hadn't spoken to anyone except my family. Tina called but I just let her leave messages on the answer phone. My sister had returned to Scotland to try again with Trevor. She offered to take me with her, but what with the twins and what had happened I stayed put.

The answer phone kicked in and I raced to pick it up. I began crying down the phone. 20 minutes later Zack was comforting his aunt. He stayed the night but we didn't have sex, he just held me. The next morning I let him out the front door. He turned to me.

"You know mum and Danny are talking about moving because of Danny's work in two months time. I might stay here now I've got a job, so how do you fancy a lodger?"



All About Zack Ch. 12



Danny had gone off to the pub with his friends, and Zack had stayed in with me. Again I had quite a few glasses of wine. I sat in the chair watching the telly, and I put on a little display for my son. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up. Zack watched me and I smiled at him. I crossed my legs the other way, making sure the nylon rubbed together. 

"Do you really like mummy's legs darling?" I cooed.

He nodded and gulped. His eyes trailed down to my foot as I slowly let my shoe slip off. 

"Would you go and run me a bath honey?"

He smiled at me. 10 minutes later I stood behind him in the small bathroom. He gasped slightly at the sight of his mother in her purple panties and bra. I sat on the edge of the bath. 

"Take my stockings off for me. I'm afraid I laddered one this afternoon."

I watched his fumbling fingers as he pulled the black hold up stockings down one at a time. He seemed mesmerised as the black nylon slid down my leg to reveal a tanned leg underneath. He just knelt there when he had finished, as I stood up. I'm sure he could see the dampness in my panties. Still, just to make sure I reached up to get the shampoo. I moved forward and looked down to see his face 2 or 3 inches from my panty covered pussy. I held myself there as he moved forward. His lips brushed my pussy with just the purple panties between us. 

"Can you smell mummy?" I asked.

I was now panting as much as he was. I gripped his gorgeous black locks and pulled him tighter to me.

"Oh Zack," I groaned.

His lips gripped my panties and my pussy and he held them. I whimpered in shock and surprise, as he flicked his tongue over my wet pussy. He mumbled something deep into the folds of my panty covered pussy. My legs shook a little as he worked on me. I felt light headed, and I had to lean back on the wall. The sound of him sniffing deeply at my wet pussy made her run even more!

"Come and kiss mummy's mouth now darling," I panted with a gulp.

He looked so hot and flustered as we met eye to eye. He took my hand and held it gently, I felt him put it on his cock. I looked down in shock. 

"Is that what you do with mummy's underwear?"

"You don't mind do you mum?"

I gripped his cock and began to gently pull it back and forth, through the stocking that he had put on it! I wriggled my panties down with my other hand. His sexy black eyes seemed to burn right through me. I slowly worked the hard nylon covered cock in my hand. Zack moved forward and kissed me. His tongue was forceful and yet gentle. I spread my pussy open and rubbed Zack's cock along my pink lips.

"See how wet, you, you've made mummy?" I gasped.

He pushed up and slipped easily into my wet opening. He groaned and mumbled in my mouth as he continued to kiss me. I sucked his tongue in eagerly now. Lust had bubbled over; we were both so hot for each other. He fucked me still with the stocking on his cock. It was a weird sensation, but the soft black stocking seemed to stimulate every nerve in my dripping pussy. My strong boy lifted me up and backed me against the sink. I managed to get a foot on the toilet seat and another on the bath. He pounded into me with lust filled grunts. I lapped it up just as much as he did! I gasped and groaned with every thrust that lifted my whole body. I felt like a whore the way Zack fucked me. My son was fucking his mother like he would an eager slut!

"God Zack I don't, believe you're so, good!" I hissed frantically in his ear.

"Well you better you fucking bitch!" he growled.

The way he said the words shocked me. He wasn't making love to his mother he was fucking the whore I mentioned a few lines ago, but it did feel good.

"You're mine now mum, you belong to me. When I want to fuck you I will, is that clear slut!"

"Oh my god," I screamed.

"Every time I want you I'll have you," he hissed as he tweaked my nipple hard. 

"Call me Tina, like I'm your girlfriend. Look at me as your girlfriend from now on, not your mother. Call me Tina; it is so disrespectful to me. I'm your whore girlfriend."

"You're a fucking slag, Tina, Tina!" he shrieked.

I tried to kiss him but he moved his head. For an instant he almost seemed to sneer at me! Just feeling his lovely thick cock in me had my juices running. He pinched and pulled on my nipple. He just watched my expressions as I winced; he almost seemed to be enjoying the little ripples of discomfort on my face.

"Do you love mummy, I mean Tina?"

He called me Tina a few years ago. I told him he was being disrespectful and rude. Now I wanted that. He gripped my hair on the top of my head not answering One long orgasm took over my entire body. 

"Tina, I want pull your hair."

"Do it then, I'm your girlfriend not your mother. I'm sure you could find someone younger than me so I'll let you do as you want, just to keep you my darling," I panted.

He humped me even harder now. I just clung to his back, still shocked by son that seemed so experienced! It was like he had been fucking for years. I've had a few men in my time, and I know the wimps from the passionate lovers. Then there's the next level, the masters, was my son really a master? Or was this an over excited mother talking? The way he brought me to a climax gave me the answer. My mouth opened but I couldn't manage a sound. I shuddered and thrashed about. My grip tightened on his back just as he started yelling. I just let him hump me until he was drained. When he finally pulled out I was gasping to get any sort of breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes, still stood on the toilet seat and the bath, and my backside perched on the sink. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down. I opened my eyes and there was my son pointing his phone at me. I climbed down only to be pushed to my knees.

"Zack you can't take photos of....." 

My complaining was halted by my son's cock pushing in my mouth. 

"Clean me up mum, Tina, like a real slut would."

His hand gripped my hair and I began to slurp on his cock. I couldn't believe how quick it grew in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, or rather his phone. My objection to his filming was outweighed by my lust. I sucked greedily as his hands messed up my hair. It was like he was taunting me now. He had his mum just where he wanted her, on her knees sucking his lovely thick cock!

"You fucking whore!" he spat.

His hand was on the back of my head with his fingers spread wide. His cock just grew and grew in my mouth! I put my hand on his thigh, trying to stop his eager thrusts that threatened to choke me. He nudged my hand away quite roughly, and this time he gripped my hair. If I didn't know better I would have thought he was trying to choke me on purpose. I suppose he was so turned he didn't hear my gagging on his cock! I wanted to tell him to slow down a little. He was now dictating the pace, his hand was almost pulling my mouth right off his cock, and then it would plunge me back down until my lips hit the base! I coughed and struggled but I swallowed everything I could. This really must have turned Zack on, as his mouth opened and he squeaked in disbelief. He pulled out of my mouth and I left it hanging open. I wanted him to pump the dregs into my mouth; he seemed to miss the target on purpose. Spunk splattered on my chin and then a last big squirt went right up my nose. 

"I love you mum," he mumbled.

I smiled trying to catch the dribble coming out of my nostril. I hoped I didn't look too messy, but then again maybe Zack would like the 'just fucked slut look' of his mother!

"So Brian has definitely left her then?"

I was still daydreaming about my night with Zack a few weeks ago, "Yeah, still I don't think she's much better than her sister."

"But I thought she was having Zack to stay?" Danny asked, as he grabbed one of the cakes I had just baked.

"Look Zack has started work, I don't want to up root him until we are sure you want the job. Besides if Zack helps her with the mortgage for awhile, she won't bleed my brother dry."

"Tina I mean it I really want this job to work. We could buy a house there it's cheaper up north."

I smacked his hand away from another cake, "I told you we rent until you're sure, I'm not dragging Zack there while he's happy."

I thought about Zack again. I wanted my son with me but I had to get away from sexual side between Zack and me. I knew it wasn't right, but it felt so wonderful. As for Danny, well, we seemed to be arguing more than I liked. But Zack was here first and Danny would just have to understand that.

"Tina we could buy something, it's worth it."

"No!" I snapped at him.

"God you really are being selfish, this is just about pleasing him isn't it?"

"No it's not, I'm giving up everything to move up there, I won't know anyone and nor will Zack," I grizzled.

He shook his head and gave me that bloody awful stare of his.

"Maybe you should have married your boy?" he hissed, as he walked to the lounge.

I hit him on the back of the head with the tea towel. He said ouch sarcastically and threw it back. 

I went in to Zack's room to watch him pack. 

"Darling you will tell me if Aunt Sylvia bullies you won't you? Make sure you only give her the money we agreed. If she can't manage after that then she'll have to work longer hours."

"I can handle her mum."

He looked past me to see if Danny was about. He pushed the bedroom door closed and pressed his lips against me. I struggled briefly but his hot tongue soon had me gasping. 

"Zack we can't do this anymore," I whispered.

He placed my hand on his hard cock, and pushed me to my knees.

"Go on Tina, hey maybe I should start calling you Tina in front of him?"

"Zack if Danny comes in......Oh fuck it," I whimpered giving in, and then I sucked him into my mouth.

"I'm seeing a girl now mum, Sabrina, Tommy's ex, you know my friend from school?"

I tried to push off him but he just held my head.

"So you fucked him did you mum? You fucked him he told me."

I was still in shock as Zack fired into my mouth. That little bastard Tommy just had to tell him, didn't he? But was Zack punishing me now? Zack pushed me back on my heels. I just looked up at him with a worried expression. 

"My mum the local whore!" he spat.

"I love you darling don't be angry," I sobbed.

He shrugged pulling me up to my feet. I went to rub his cheek to sooth him, but he just caught my hand.

"I'm sorry Zack, please forgive me?"

He nodded slowly like he was considering it. He dropped to his knees and he slowly tugged my panties down. I stepped out of them and raised my skirt. I moved forward just thrilled that he was going to lick me. His hand stopped me and he pulled my skirt back into place. My smile dropped as he picked up my wet panties and put them under his pillow. 

"Can you go now I need to phone Sabrina?" he said coldly.

I went back out of his room and brushed away a tear.



All About Zack Ch. 13



I had thought long and hard about letting Zack stay as my lodger. Tina didn't seem bothered, but I could tell she considered our friendship at an end. She told me she was going on holiday with Danny, Brian, and Faye. She just looked at me waiting for my reaction. I told her I wasn't bothered, but deep down it hurt like hell.

Zack was helping me cope with the mortgage so I could keep the house. Brian was moving with Faye to Liverpool to work for his boss's new company. He did come and see me and ask if it was true that Zack was going to move in. I didn't lie I mean how could I? I told him it was short term, to help me pay for the house, and now that Zack was dating I think he believed me. 

I had gone back to working part time, at my old job in the typing pool where Faye used to work. My wedding rings had gone, but for some strange reason I wore Zack's ring never taking it off, anyway he didn't seem bothered.

Like I said Zack had a girlfriend, and whether you believe me or not, we hadn't ever had sex since he moved in, we came close I will admit, but I had already had first hand experience of what being unfaithful could do. I had only met Zack's girlfriend a few times, but I didn't really like her that much. But I did reminisce about what Zack had made me do the few times I played with myself. 

The men at work that knew my husband didn't hit on me. But I had declined several offers of dates from others that worked there. It was just too early for me to start dating again, and I felt fragile as far as men were concerned. I thought I had gotten over Brian so well, but I think the aftershock had hit me now. 

My stepfather had taken to visiting me quite often. At first it was down to mum making sure I was alright. But just lately he seemed to come round for no real reason. I don't think he even told mum sometimes. I remembered the look on their faces when I told them both Zack was moving in as my lodger. While mum was shocked, my stepfather gave me a little sly grin. 

"So where is he?"

"At the pictures with his girlfriend," I replied.

"Are you jealous?"

I thought about his question and shook my head. I didn't like where this was going. 

"You haven't dated anyone yet have you Sylvia?"

I stayed facing the sink, "it's too close to Brian, I, I just can't."

"You know I haven't got long left now don't you? Your secret is still safe with me."

I felt him close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I went rigid as his nose sniffed my hair. 

"I bet you're lonely aren't you? Especially as Zack has a girlfriend now."

His nose was circling around the back of my head, just sniffing my hair. I felt his lips on my bare neck just trailing over it; he tugged at my earring with his mouth as he groaned. I forced myself away from him, cursing myself for standing there too long. The front door opened at that time, and Zack came in with his girlfriend.

My stepfather knew I was giving in, several times now he had just openly leered at my breasts; I just ignored him, pretending I hadn't noticed. Just last week when he came to take me shopping with mum, I had worn a mid thigh length skirt. I blushed like mad as he trailed a hand up the back of my thigh, as we waited for mum in the multi-storey car park. 

"How is Zack, looking after you is he?"

I could feel my skirt rising slowly as his hand worked its way up. I just stood there feeling my heart thumping, as a finger worked its way into my panties. I was shaking with excitement as he touched up his stepdaughter! 

"Stay there," he hissed, as we saw my mum coming out of the lift in the distance.

I felt his fingers wriggling between my ass cheeks. The bastard was after my asshole, and I was just letting him! He used several fingers to push my cheeks apart, and I felt another worm its way into my ass! I watched mum approach as we just stood behind the car. All she could see was our head and shoulders over the car roof.

"Oh Sylvia I do believe you are enjoying this?" he whispered in my ear.

His finger explored places that until recently I never knew could get me feeling excited. It was something that disgusted me a few months ago, but here I was letting my stepfather finger me where he wanted. He gave a final sharp thrust and his finger went further than before, it forced me to take a small step forward. What it pushed past or invaded I didn't want to think about. But he pulled his finger out just as quick, leaving me stumbling a little. 

"Your mum likes it too," he mumbled close to my ear.

My mouth dropped open in shock. Thinking about my mum having sex was bad enough, but anal sex was extremely difficult to imagine!

She smiled that little protective smile of hers, the one that said 'I know you have had a difficult time, but mummy will look after you, I won't let you down.' I watched as she handed my stepfather a chocolate ice-cream, and me a strawberry one. I watched her wipe the melted ice-cream from her fingers with a tissue.

"I thought dad asked for strawberry too?" I asked.

"Oh he likes chocolate Sylvia; he's got that for dessert tonight too."

I watched a little grin between them, and my stepfather licked the chocolate off his dripping hand, as mum got into the car.

He winked at me, "I know what you are thinking, and yes your mother likes it up her ass."

I sat in the back seat in amazement, wondering if he really meant it! I remembered back several years ago my mum seemed to tease him. She would often say chocolate treat night tonight. Now I know what that meant. I sat in the car feeling where his finger had been. It was almost like it was still in there. Mum had to ask me a question for a second time to get me to respond.

Zack came in with his girlfriend and my stepfather soon left. We had tea and watched the telly. Zack and his girlfriend cuddled up on the couch. I could see out of the corner of my eye that her hand was on his lap. She seemed to be gently squeezing his cock; obviously they thought I hadn't noticed. I just sat there trying hard to concentrate on the telly, but I was beginning to think back to the things Zack had made me do. Did he do similar stuff with her? I doubted that, she seemed as forceful as he was.

"You don't mind if I stay the night do you?" she asked, curling a brown ringlet of hair around her finger. 

This wasn't a request it was more of a statement. Her hand was gently squeezing his cock. When I looked into her eyes she was almost sneering at me.

"N, no, I'm going for a bath," I mumbled.

That night I could hear them. Sabrina was urging him to fuck her harder. I could hear Zack grunting, and finally he must have shot into her.

The following morning I passed the open bedroom door. Zack was licking Sabrina's left nipple. I just stood in shock as she looked up at me. She had a big grin on her face.

"Fuck me again Zack, please?"

She looked at me the whole time she spoke, and kept looking until I shuffled away. 

I was downstairs when I heard them screwing. Sabrina seemed to be making more noise than was necessary. An hour later she came into the kitchen.

"I've got to go to work, Zack is still in bed. I hope we didn't make too much noise?"

She laughed as she headed for the door, giving me no time respond.

I was angry and fed up with the little bitch. I went upstairs to tell Zack she wasn't welcome here anymore. There he was sleeping on the bed, no covers on his body, and his cock hanging to one side. I watched him sleeping for quite some time. My pussy was already feeling wet, as I slipped a finger into my dressing gown. My mouth hung open, and my breathing became heavier. I just watched his cock the whole time. 

"Why don't you come in?"

I jumped and looked up to see he was now watching me. Those cold black staring eyes were back in his head, the same eyes that frightened me, but also gave me such a thrill. I swallowed and moved forward.

"Fuck here we go again, does she never learn?" my brain asked my heart.

"She is divorced now, let her have some fun, besides I need a good work out, it's a long time since I was put through some serious exercise." my heart answered.

He started to kiss me slowly and I melted. I felt his finger tips wriggling on my pussy lips, until he had opened up the wet folds. His tongue grazed my clit and I groaned again. I pulled away and went into the bathroom. Zack had followed me and I turned round facing him.

"What about Sabrina?" I asked, in one last feeble attempt.

"Do you really care?" he replied, and then thrust his thumb into me.

"No!" I screeched, as I pulled hard on his curly black hair.

His tongue licked me, and his thumb fucked my dripping cunt. I was whimpering and shuddering, realising how much I had missed this. I felt him tug at my nipple quite roughly. I groaned and winced, but I covered his hand with mine so he didn't stop. My eyes opened, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The lust filled expression on my face, just seemed to emphasise how much I needed this. His fingers tugged at my nipple even harder.

"It hurts Zack," I groaned.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I thought about it just for a second, "No, pull it harder, I don't, care."

Two fingers replaced his thumb and they fucked me rapidly. My legs began to buckle, and I had to grab the sink that my ass was pressed against. I looked down at his fingers that pinched and pulled my nipple. He had moved slightly, and now he was tugging and pinching my fleshy tit. I watched red marks appear on my white skin. It all became too much, I screamed and moaned my way to my best orgasm in months!

He sat back on the carpet looking up at me. His face was red and looked quite wet. 

"I need a shower," he said quietly. 

I nodded and he got to his feet. He grabbed my arm as I went to go past him. 

"I guess you want to play again," he said with a mocking grin.

I sat at my dressing table and opened the drawer. There he was looking up from our wedding photo. It was the only photo I had kept of Brian and me. I traced my fingers over his smiling face, until Zack's ring caught my eye on the same hand. I slammed the drawer closed, wondering if my ex husband was happy with his new wife. It's one thing when a partner wants to divorce you. But it is so painful when you realise that partner thinks, he or she, has found someone better!

I spent the day at my mother's house. I just wanted to get away from Zack, just to regroup in my head. Zack was mentally strong, even powerful I guess. I was no match for him in my present state. This strange hold he had over me in the past was coming back. He hadn't bothered with me when he first moved in, but now he knew he could manipulate me like before. The thing I was trying to work out was, if I wanted to go through it all again. It thrilled me and it disgusted me at the same time. Right and wrong didn't seem to come into it now; it was just whether or not I wanted to be controlled. I looked down at his ring; it was like it was keeping an eye on me. This was Zack's mark on me, and as long as I wore it I was his. Zack was creepy in a lot of people's eyes, sometimes I wondered if he was the devil. He could certainly control me even when I fought my hardest. But now was I willing to give up the fight, and let him win?

"Sylvia, are you missing him?" 

I looked up into my mum's sympathetic eyes. I sniffed and wiped away a tear.

"No, not really, sorry," I mumbled.

She cuddled me, "you have to let him go dear, look why don't you go out with Cliff he's a nice man?"

I thought about my mum's next door neighbour. I started laughing at the way he stumbled as he tried to ask me out two weeks ago. I knew mum had put him up to it, he gulped and stammered and blushed. In the end I had to thank him and tell him I wasn't ready for dating again. He nodded and shuffled off back into his house, just glad to get away from embarrassing himself further.

"No maybe not," my mum said, as she started chuckling.

I felt better a few moments later, and ended up staying for tea. We watched one of the old Carry On films. One I remembered watching years ago when I was 10 or 11, before I became interested in boys, when I was young and innocent. 

I got home around 10, Zack's motorbike stood on the drive but all the lights were out. I crept up stairs hearing him snoring lightly as he slept. I twisted his ring on my finger, but I didn't take it off.

I got home from work the next day and Zack was cooking tea. This wasn't really a surprise as he did it from time to time. 

"Are you going out tonight?"

"No, we've split up; she's going out with Tommy again."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't be, I didn't expect it to last."

We sat eating tea and my mind was back on Zack again. 

"Do you want to go out to the pictures or something?"

I looked at him. I didn't really understand if he was asking me for a date as such, or if he was just asking because he was bored or something. He took the plates before I could give him an answer. He came back with rhubarb crumble and custard. He put the bowl down in front of me, and then I felt his hands on my shoulders. I just sat there not really sure what to do. His hands slipped round and he started to unbutton my blouse. He pulled it open, and then he slipped my bra straps down my shoulders. I watched him pull the cups down off my breasts.

"You are excited, your breathing has changed," he whispered in my ear.

I felt his lips on my neck, and I tilted my head so he had a bigger target. 

"Eat," he commanded.

He stayed behind me and pulled my skirt up exposing my tights and panties. My mind drifted back to the day in the café. I picked up the spoon with a slightly trembling hand. I took a mouthful, just as he squeezed both my nipples. I groaned with a mouthful of food, as he kissed my neck.

"Finger yourself with your other hand."

I let my hand move slowly from the table.

"No put it in your tights and knickers and touch your clit," he whispered.

He carried on kissing just behind my ear, as my trembling hand fed my mouth. I touched my clit lightly at the same time. I groaned my way through the bowl full of food. Several times I stopped eating, but Zack told me to carry on. I was becoming so worked up I couldn't think straight. I was panting with mouthfuls of food, and rubbing myself a little harder. 

Zack had picked up his bowl and stayed behind me. I was close to finishing myself off now and Zack was kissing my neck. I groaned and gasped as a warm trickle came from his mouth. I looked down and rubbed myself harder, as yellow custard ran down my chest and over my right breast! I just watched stunned, as it raced over my large mound. Zack's head was now over my left shoulder, and I felt the warm wet trickle again!

"Do you like that you dirty slut?" he groaned in my ear.

I couldn't answer I just shook and whimpered. I looked from one yellow streak to the other in amazement. I closed my eyes as my orgasm started.

"Sylvia, look down."

I saw his hand pull my tights and panties away from my belly. 

"Oh fuck no, don't!" I shrieked in disbelief.

He tipped his bowl of just custard down over my pussy hair! I jumped in the chair but he leaned lightly on my shoulders. I felt it rush towards my hand that now rubbed my clit faster. It felt warm and wet as it covered my hand, and seeped through to my backside. My orgasm went on and on, as the custard went everywhere it could reach. I was cursing and crying with such excitement, I didn't know if I would ever come down!

Zack put his hand in my panties and scooped up some custard. I waited for him to coat it over my breasts. He didn't, he smeared it on my face! I screamed and shook and opened my legs wider. My hand was now pressing the custard against my pussy. I was unable to keep my eyes open, as my squelching fingers finally slowed to a standstill. 

Gradually I opened my eyes, just in time to see Zack bring himself off over my tits! I looked down at them both, now covered with yellow trails, and globs of white. My panting continued as I felt drained and warn out. Zack was panting too, but somehow he had managed to video some of it on his phone!

As I stood up I felt Custard rushing down my legs. I held my skirt up and away from me in my trembling hands. I took half a step, and felt more custard moving and trickling somewhere between my legs. 

"God you look sexy," Zack groaned, with a smile.

"I feel a right fucking mess!" I snapped.

"Yeah but it worked though didn't it?"

I shook my head and shuffled out to the downstairs loo, like an old woman of 90! God the bloody stuff was everywhere! 

I curled up on the couch in my dressing gown after spending 20 minutes in the shower. Zack came in with a cup of tea. I was still miffed with him, but somewhere inside I wondered what else he would like to do to me.

"So you don't fancy going out then?" he asked, and then he started laughing at my cross expression.

I heard his motorbike starting up the next morning. On the bedside cabinet was a cup of tea. I just couldn't work him out. One minute he torments me, the next he leaves me cups of tea! I suppose I should have resisted a little stronger when he came into my room last night. But then again maybe I'm just as perverted as he is? I drunk the tea and rubbed my wrists, the red marks from the handcuffs had gone, but the smell of sex between my legs would have to be washed away. Still he was off to stay with his mother and Danny for the week; maybe I should get my head round this and sort things out. Or should I just let him carry on, until he finds himself a girlfriend again?

Two days later I had a drink with Harvey, one of the guys from work. I had finally relented and gone for a drink with him. He was nice, although one of the girls had told me he was just working his way round the office. Well if he was he was only going to get to buy me a drink. He was a quick worker; he was already putting his arm around me. While I didn't want to push him away, I didn't want him to think it was back to my place, into bed, and off home when the sun came up. Still he was making me laugh a little, even though his jokes were a little old. 

So crunch time came around 10.30. He waited on my doorstep as I got the key into the lock. 

"Thank you Sylvia, can we do this again sometime?"

Well I couldn't just blow him out.

"Maybe, I'll see you at work next week."

He smiled and moved forward. I turned my head just as the kiss landed. His grin dropped and he moved away.

I resisted Harvey's advances over the next few days. Besides I was getting more than enough from Zack. He had moved into my bed and had started to control me. 

We went shopping, just for food one day. He stood back while I watched the items move forward on the conveyer belt. My face was the deepest red you could imagine. One carrot, one cucumber, one banana, one turnip, one marrow, and one bread stick. The middle aged guy just looked at me like he knew something he shouldn't. I think it was the large tub of lubricating gel that caused the smile on his face. Zack must have put it there without me knowing; I just bit my lip and hoped he wouldn't make a comment. That was it that was all I bought, I couldn't even hide it amongst other things. The two young guys in the queue behind me seemed to be trying to catch my eye. I hurriedly put everything in the bag and managed to gulp a thank you.

I heard sniggering from the two men, and I could see the guy on the till shake his head. I grabbed the bag and rushed out of the shop. It took me 3 attempts to start the car. 

"Zack that was bloody cruel," I snapped.

"Yeah but wait until we try using them."

I nearly ran into the back of the car in front.

"Shit I'm only joking Sylvia, unless you really want to try a marrow up that pretty pussy of yours?"




All About Zack Ch. 13



As he fucked me that night, I had visions of the three men from earlier that day, watching and helping to stuff everything in my pussy. We didn't try anything if you are wondering. But just the thought of buying those things and what the men thought I'd be doing later, made me climax harder.

I know I could have stopped this at any time, but I had forgotten how horny being out of control could be. Zack wasn't always acting like a bastard; he just never let on when he would. He knew to a certain point that I was scared of him, and what he would make me do. The threat was still there about letting mum or my sister know what had happened with my other nephews, and they were going to spend a few days in January with me. I tried to talk Zack out of it, but the threat was there again. So I would just have to cope with what all 3 of them would do to me. 

It was late when I came home from work. There was my stepfather watching the telly. I just stood there in total shock. 

"Well it seems you are working your way through all the males in the family."

I rushed to the telly and switched it off. I know a pretty pointless thing to do. 

"How did you know about this?" I mumbled.

"Zack asked me to find a video to record the rugby for him. He asked me to check them first, so I didn't tape over anything that you might want to keep."

"Where is he?" I snapped, feeling anger and humiliation rising at the same time.

"He has gone out with a friend. He said you wouldn't be long. Now I can't over look this Sylvia. I have to show this to your mother I'm afraid, unless.......?" 

I stood in front of him and began to undress. He just sat there watching as my skirt and blouse fell to the floor. I could already see the lump in his trousers becoming more prominent. 

His grin dropped, "come here."

I moved forward half a pace, I knew it wasn't enough. My body was shaking, and my face seemed to be a constant shade of red these days, almost as red as my stepfather's hair. I didn't have to be told to take another step forward. I gingerly moved closer. He grabbed my wrist and I tried to keep myself covered, but he just wrenched my hand away. He gazed at my little sky blue panties.

"Well we are a little wet aren't we?" 

I cringed at his words but I couldn't deny it.

"So do you want me too?"

I snatched the razor away from him. I was going to do this myself; the last thing I wanted was a shaky hand nicking my pussy. OK I was just as shaky, but if it had to be done then I was going to do it. Now I've never shaved my pussy before, OK a little trim now and then, but I really didn't know the best way to start. 

"Why don't you let me do it, I shave your mother?"

Again this was a shock to me. I was finding things out about mum that I would never have guessed in a million years!

I lowered my panties to my knees exposing my pussy to his gaze. I picked up the pink razor and tried to keep my hand steady.

"What the hell is going on down there?" my brain asked my pussy.

"Just get me out of here!" my pussy shrieked back.

In the end I closed my eyes and handed the razor over to my stepfather. I tried to keep still and stop my legs from trembling. I felt the first glide over my mound. I must admit I was surprised by how careful he was. I suppose if he did do this to mum then he had plenty of practice, even so I didn't dare open my eyes.

I had refused point blank at first, but after nearly an hour I guess I caved in, well I had to, didn't I? I couldn't afford to let him take the video home with him. When he announced he was finished I was a little shocked. He seemed to do it quicker than I thought. I couldn't feel any trickles of blood, just a strange bare sensation.

"Now for the test Sylvia," he mumbled.

I felt his lips touch my newly shaved mound. My eyes were still closed, and I kept them that way, while he delicately kissed everywhere he had shaved. His hands seemed to be gripping my ass cheeks and gently pulling them apart, and then I felt his finger tips of his left hand working around my asshole. I could feel myself stiffen as he his tongue swiped my pussy. His index finger I think pushed into my ass.

"Please don't do that, I don't like it," I whimpered.

He pushed his finger in further, groaning lustfully as he did so. I gripped his hair as his right hand opened my pussy and he stuck his tongue into me. I panted slightly and moaned. One hand was causing me pleasure; the other hand frightened me a little. Even so I just stood there letting him finger both holes, until we both heard my mum's voice! 

I froze to the spot for an instant. My stepfather looked up at my worried expression. We both heard the living room door open. I pushed his head away and he stumbled and fell back. This could have been the ultimate humiliation, I was just glad we had gone to the bathroom to do this! 

"Sylvia!" my mum called.

"I'll be down in a minute," I called back.

"Is Matthew here?"

"He's looking at my plumbing."

Well I didn't know what else to say!

The next few seconds turned into a frantic fight with my clothes. My stepfather hastily rearranged his trousers and shuffled out onto the landing. 

"You'll just have to keep an eye on it Sylvia. We don't want it furring up again."

"Thanks dad," I said, loud enough for mum to hear, as I gave my stepfather an angry look.

I had this strange feeling in my backside as I sat drinking coffee with mum. My now bare pussy was soaked in my panties, and my stepfather seemed to give me a sly grin every chance he got.

"You evil bloody shit, did you have to show my...."

I slapped and beat his chest, as he held me tight and clamped his lips on mine. I tried kicking him which seemed to amuse him.

My little slaps faded as his tongue worked its magic. I was soon clawing at his chest ripping his shirt open, and forcing my tongue as far into his mouth as I could! I knew that somehow he had left the tape where my stepfather would find it. The thought of him watching me tied to the bed with my nephews, horrified me. It was Zack's fault I had a shaved pussy. It was his fault my stepfather had fingered my ass. It was his fault that sometime in the future; I thought my stepfather would fuck me, probably up my ass too!

"Fucking hell, when did you do that?" Zack gasped.

I struggled to get his hand out of my panties, but I was no match for his strength. 

It really is weird how my emotions could fly from lust to disgust in a matter of seconds. But this was what Zack did to me. I'm sorry to keep on about it, but this was the biggest thing in my life right now. I knew that someday this would have to stop. I would have to be strong and repel Zack, but at the moment the thrill he gave me was beyond belief!

He pulled me up to bed and actually tore my skirt from my body. Again I should have resisted but I wanted this so bad. I made a final futile attempt to keep my panties, but they were soon ripped to shreds too!

I was still cursing him, only not with anger anymore. I pulled his head between my legs as his fingers ravaged my pussy, and his tongue and lips tormented my clit.

My legs wrapped themselves around his shoulders, and I actually bucked into his face!

I was still calling him all the names under the sun, as my orgasm blotted out everything that was right and wrong. 

"God you look even better like this," he moaned, staring between my legs. 

His wet face was inches from my cunt. He just seemed to be taking it all in, like it was the first time he had seen my pussy. I was a little embarrassed by the way he just looked between my legs. I tried to move away, not even thinking that he would fuck me. 

"Oh mum," he groaned.

My eyes opened wide. He quickly realised his mistake, but I could see in his eyes he was worried about letting something slip.

"Zack you, you haven't?" I mumbled in shock.

His cock was in me now. I know this sounds silly but I didn't really notice at first. I was still wondering about Tina. OK I know I'm Zack's aunt, but this is different, isn't it? Even as I put things together, like the sunbathing when she was topless in the garden, and Zack came in, it was all to ridiculous to be true. 

He began grunting and thrusting deeper. I could feel his body trembling. My own imagination was in overdrive too. Would Tina really expose herself to her son like that on purpose?

"She, she flashes at me," he grunted in my ear.

He was ramming me hard now; I'm sure with thoughts of his mother running around in his head. He let go with everything firing deep into me. I clamped my arms around his neck just holding him there. I had climaxed again, as intense as before, but for a different reason. I just had flashing images of aunt, mother, and Zack, sharing a dirty weekend in the same bed!

We didn't speak for the rest of the night we just cuddled. But I'm sure we were both thinking about the same thing. Even though I had thought about Tina with Zack, and got off on it, I didn't like the idea. But my guilt was outweighed by trying work out, just how far Tina would go with Zack? Exposing her pussy was a little over the top I think we can agree. 

Zack was sleeping in my arms now. I pushed him over gently to get some feeling back in my aching limb. Would Tina really want to fuck her son? Would Zack really fuck his mother? Well he was fucking me wasn't he? 

The next few days we slept together. I know this is an odd relationship but it worked from time to time. Just the things that Zack did to me had my head in a spin sometimes. When he took control I felt so frightened but so excited. The fear of what was coming next was such a turn on; I hated admitting it to myself. 

Still today we were going beyond anything we had already done, although he didn't actually fuck me until we got home.



All About Zack Ch. 14



We went to a small fishing village 40 miles away. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling like mad. Zack was in bastard mode today, extreme bastard mode, which meant no matter how much I tried, he wouldn't come to any sort of a compromise. I had to do what he wanted and that was final.

So there I stood in a deserted car park right on the windswept coast. I wore a black bomber jacket, with holes ripped into the pocket lining. My hands were pushed through the holes, and then handcuffed together. Zack pulled the zip up hiding the cuffs, so it gave the impression I just had my hands in the pockets. I wore green stiletto court shoes with a 4 inch heel, bamboo coloured tights, and a black lightweight miniskirt 7 inches off my knee. Just stood by my car was bad enough, but I had to walk the length of the small harbour wall. My skirt was already flying up exposing everything in the strong wind, and with my hands cuffed in my pockets I couldn't push my skirt down! 

Obviously to people who saw me, it would appear that I just had my hands in my pockets, and that I wasn't worried about my flying skirt! I know I haven't told you the colour of my panties, well, I wasn't wearing any! 

"You know what to do, go to the end of the harbour and walk back again, nice and slow, or I'll take you into the town and you can walk around for an hour."

The cold December wind lick at my legs sending shivers down my spine. My skirt was all over the place already, and at the moment I was sheltered behind my car! I took several uneasy steps away from the car. As soon as I did my skirt flew right up! I looked back at Zack who just sat there filming me with the video camera. I wanted to plead with him, but I already knew I wasn't going to get anywhere. I began walking to the edge of the wall. The masts of the fishing boats swayed and bounced in the choppy water. I could see the fishermen working away in one of the boats; it wouldn't take long for clack of my high heels to attract their attention. 

My hair was all over the place blowing in my face, sometimes hiding it, much to my relief. I gulped as I went nearer to the boats; I was now walking the length of the harbour on trembling legs. Three men working in the nearest boat soon turned to look. They saw a long legged woman in a short skirt blowing everywhere! In these conditions they would probably have expected to see a pair of trousers. They had all stopped and looked on in disbelief, as a big gust of wind forced my skirt up! 10 yards away they would see a freshly shaved pussy covered by a pair of flimsy tights! I swallowed hard and walked on. I tried moving my hands down, but they were restricted by the cuffs and the pockets. 

I made the mistake of making eye contact with a rugged looking fisherman. He was blowing kisses at me and grinning. I watched his eyes drop to my pussy, as yet another gust of wind held my skirt right up for them. 

I turned away from the now smiling faces. I walked on past them closing my eyes, 300 yards and I would turn and have to walk past them again!

They now had a view of my bare backside, as my skirt blew up my back, and it stayed there for several seconds! 

"Oh that was good sexy," Zack said, "I got that all on the video camera."

The little ear piece crackled, probably due to the wind. I could hear Zack but I couldn't talk back to him.

"Oh look up ahead Sylvia," Zack said excitedly.

I saw a man on a bike heading towards me. Even at about 100 yards I could see he had seen everything.

"He was going the other way until he saw you. He's coming for a closer look."

I gulped hard hurting my throat. 

"Right ask him the time," Zack said in my ear piece.

I gasped and mumbled no. I knew Zack wouldn't hear it, but I hoped he would tell me he was joking. 50 yards separated us now, and the middle aged man looked a little nervous. 

"You better ask him the time Sylvia, or mummy gets to see her daughter with her nephews!"

My eyes made contact with his as he cycled slowly. I was breathing hard now.

"Excuse me, have you, got the time?" I asked disjointedly.

He stopped a few feet from me and he seemed to swallow hard. I knew he couldn't resist a look at my exposed pussy, and he didn't. At least he seemed a little embarrassed too!

"Just gone 3 o'clock," he blurted out.

I nodded and walked on, his eyes dropped to my shaved pussy one last time. 

"Oh that was fucking awesome. God he's looking back at your ass now," Zack said in triumph.

I walked on a little more, feeling my heart hammering to get out of my chest.

"OK I think you can come back now. God you are going to love this!"

I could hear even more excitement in Zack's voice, and he also had a nasty chuckle too. I was dreading turning round, what the hell was going to happen now?

"Oh my god," I gasped.

"Hey I told you Sylvie, well you really are fucked now," Zack spat full of excitement.

If I was nervous before, I was shaking myself to death now. All those grinning faces watching me as I headed towards them, they just gazed at me, waiting.

A loud cheer went up just as the wind did. It flung my skirt up flashing my pussy at them. The cold wind held my skirt up for a good 5 seconds! 

"Oh fucking hell, I count 20 or maybe more. Hey auntie, they must have called all the men out from the other boats."

Now I was facing the strong wind my hair was blowing back behind me. My skirt simply refused to cover my pussy. It was just like Zack was walking beside me holding my skirt up!

The whistles had turned to comments now. Filthy words echoed round my head. My face was bright red, and my ears ringing with offers to warm me up!

"Hey Sylvie, how about you ask them for a ride on the boat?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I could just imagine them pulling me down below the deck and fucking me one by one!

"Don't worry, I'm only kidding. God I've got a real good close up of your pussy. Fuck it really looks wet, do you think they can see how juicy you are?"

I felt the fishermen turn as I walked past 10 yards away. They kept calling after me and whistling. My trembling ass was the focus of attention now. I just kept walking knowing I would soon be safe. 

The calling and whistling died down as it started to rain. I went behind the wall out of sight of the fishermen. When I got to the car I went to the far side. Zack had got out and pushed me back against the car door. I waited for him to pull my zip down and let my trembling hands out of the cuffs. He dropped to his knees and ripped my tights open. His finger entered me with ease, almost like my cunt had sucked him in. He fingered me rapidly and I climaxed within seconds, my head was full of the faces that had leered at me. 

When I opened my eyes the man on the bike was just a few yards away. Zack saw him and held my skirt up, as the guy shot spunk onto the ground in the car park!

Zack had to help me quickly into the car afterwards. Even as he drove, twittering on about how sexy the day had been, I was still feeling the effects of displaying my body to all those men!

"God I can smell you!" he panted excitedly.

Zack pulled me into the house; I was still cuffed and still horny. He just started fucking me on the living room carpet, through the hole in my tights. I had another orgasm, but not as intense as the one earlier against my car. Zack pumped into me with vigour, until we both ended up in a panting heap on the floor.

We both watched the video right through. I wasn't too keen on it, but Zack was so animated with things he liked. He watched it again as I sucked his cock. I felt him explode in my mouth, as cheering fishermen could be heard in the distance on the video.

The office Christmas party was just a couple of days away. Harvey was hitting on me again. He seemed to be getting increasingly frustrated with my refusal for a second date. In the end I didn't go to the party, I just didn't want him coming onto me in a drunken state. But just before the Christmas break he cornered me in his office. His hands were all over me and he ripped my blouse. I just worked my knee into his groin, and left Harvey doubled up on the floor. I suppose I should have done that to Zack ages ago.

Zack had gone to his mother's house for Christmas. I was glad in away. It gave me a little time to think. I know you'll probably think about time too, but now I really wanted him out of the house. This was a tough decision for me, I know it shouldn't have been, but I really cannot stop going on about the control he had over me. Zack was too powerful, I really can't stress how much he could manipulate me, not only that, but I was at a low point in my life. The man I loved had walked out on me; just ask anyone who has been there, what a crushing blow that is. Zack was there; he picked up the pieces and put them back together, OK I know it was for his own benefit, and he put the pieces back to suit himself. 

It seemed like every time I was one step away from asking him to leave; he would turn me into a lust filled wreck. Despite what I have just told you, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the sex even if it scared the shit out of me. But I had to end this soon, before I was so drawn into being his sex slave (if that's what I have become) full time! 

Christmas was always going to be a strained affair. After what my stepfather and my sister's twin boys had done with me, I wasn't sure who to keep away from first! I managed to get through it quite well. I just tried to ignore the lust filled dirty looks I was getting from my stepfather, and the twins. My mum seemed to pick up on something; she and my sister soon had me admitting I was tearful because of Brian. 

In the New Year the twins would be staying with me for a few days. Zack was due back too. 

We went shopping again, another humiliating experience. This time we went to a hardware shop. He waited outside as I stood with a list of things to buy. I handed it over to the guy behind the counter as instructed. His eyes scanned the list, and then he licked his lips. He grinned at the very embarrassed woman in front of him, with her eyes coated in thick black eye shadow. I stood trembling as he gathered the things together. 2 metres of chain, 2 padlocks, 3 metres of rope, a large dog collar and leash, one length of bamboo cane, and one broom handle cut to 6 inches in length.

"Does it have to be a broom handle? I mean we have some lengths of wooden rod?" 

He looked up at my red face, and then his eyes just dropped to my cleavage, that was heaving and near to bursting out of my tight top.

"That would be, fine," I said almost choking.

"How thick a size do you require?"

I wasn't sure I just wanted to run out of the shop. He took me to the back of the shop, and down four stairs, to look at the ends of all the wooden poles. I pointed to one that looked the same thickness as a broom handle. His eyes were watching me. 

"What about that one there?"

He pulled out the rod he had mentioned. It looked twice the thickness of a normal broom handle. His hand seemed to stroke it in a very suggestive manner.

I nodded feeling my face flush even more. 

"Yeah I thought that would be more suitable," he said, now revelling in my discomfort.

He looked back at the list. Then he looked into my eyes, it was like he wanted me to give him my full attention before he spoke again. He watched me swallow hard.

"We don't sell clothes pegs in pairs," he said, almost sneering at me now.

I climbed the four stairs, feeling his eyes on the backs of my seamed stockings. My black knee length skirt was so tight I almost had to go up sideways! 

I waited as he came back with a pack of clothes pegs.

"They come in packs of 24. Still I reckon more could be useful somewhere else," he said suggestively, "so do you want a pack then?"

I jumped as he dropped them hard onto the counter. I nodded, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes please," I croaked.

"That's better. You know someone like you should have some manners."

I could feel my pussy dripping, "I'm sorry, yes, thank you."

He sniggered knowing full well what everything was intended for now.

"So that just leaves the engraving on the dog collar," he mumbled with a grin.

I stood in the shop waiting for him to finish. My head was racing, and my mind full of thoughts about the hardware man. He came back polishing the metal tag on the collar. He handed it over to me, and I took it with trembling hands. 

"So someone has a dog called, Slut?"

I handed over the money feeling my cheeks burning again. He walked me to the door and just held it closed for a moment.

"You know those pegs are going to hurt, and I'm sure your master can find somewhere else to put them."

I felt his hand squeeze my ass hard as I stumbled out into the street. I half ran on the 4 inch heels to get away from his chuckling. 

When we got home I felt relieved, Zack went on about how the man watched me. 

"He has still got the note. I bet he's showing it to the others now."

I gulped just imagining the guy telling his workmates all about me.

"Well are we going to sort this stuff out or not?"

I knew the chain was going to be cut in two lengths. Zack was going to use them for securing his bike at home, and at work, with the two padlocks. The cane was for my rubber plant. The pegs I needed for the washing line, although I did try one on my nipple and it hurt like hell! 

He went to the shed and drilled a hole in the wooden pole. When he came back he fed the rope through it and tied it to the seat of the chair. 

"Zack what are you doing?"

I watched him plaster the pole in the gel we had bought awhile ago. He lifted my skirt and guided me back to the chair.

"No I can't Zack, I can't on that!"

"Just try it; I reckon it's a little thicker than me but not quite as long."

He held the pole and I lowered myself very gingerly onto it. I gasped and gripped his arm, and then moved slowly down. I winced and screwed my face up, until I had taken all the length into my pussy. At least the pole wasn't rigid on the chair, so I managed to get comfortable with it. 

"You can get off if you want?"

I shook my head. My pussy was already streaming. Zack smiled at me.

"Now let's make it interesting."

I watched him wrap the rest of the rope high over my thighs and he tied it under the chair. I grinned a little, but then winced as he pulled the rope tighter.

"Right I'm going for a bath; I'll untie you when I come down, if you're lucky."

So there I was gently flexing my pussy on the pole, unable to move until Zack returned. I must admit it felt better than I had imagined. That was until the knock on the door. I went to untie the knot under the chair, but I couldn't move far enough without causing me discomfort. I yanked my skirt down covering my roped thighs as best as I could. At least I was half under the table.

I heard the front door shut and footsteps in the living room. I took a deep breath trying to compose myself. 

"Hi mum, dad," I said, feeling the pole move a little.

"Are you alright dear you look a little flushed? Are you ill again Sylvia?" my mum asked. 

"I'm fine, I think," I mumbled 

"Right I need the loo. Well just don't sit there dear put the kettle on," my mum said. 

My eyes went to my stepfather, and then back to my mother. She just looked at me mystified. I smiled weakly, but that soon dropped as Zack walked in. I closed my eyes wanting to sink under the table. Mum turned round.

"Zack, what are you doing running around in just your underpants!" she screeched.

I watched Zack cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, and he quickly backed away.

"Sylvia you really should tell him not to walk around like that. What would people think?"

Again I smiled weakly.

She huffed and went off to the loo. My eyes went to my stepfather. He had a knowing grin on his face.

"You are going to have to be more careful Sylvia, now why don't you make some tea?"

I shook my head, "I can't get, up."

He frowned at me.

"I, I'm tied, to, to, the chair," I stammered.

His grin returned again. He walked over to me and looked behind the chair.

"I don't see any...."

I looked up into his eyes as they focused on my ruffled skirt. I just sat there as he slowly pulled it up. His smile widened when he saw the ropes over my thighs. Then he looked closer. I shuddered as he felt between my legs. He gripped the base of the pole and wriggled it. I winced and grabbed his hand away.

"Let me do it or I'll tell your mother something is going on," he whispered in my ear.

I winced and jumped a little as he moved the rod around. He kissed my ear and groaned slightly. 

"Oh is my stepdaughter close to coming?" he chuckled.

"Please stop it, mum will be back soon," I said with a gulp.

He kissed my ear and carried on wriggling the wooden pole.

"You keep yourself shaved now then sexy?" he mumbled, trailing his finger over my clit.

I whimpered and felt my juices gushing. I looked up at the eyes in the doorway. Zack watched my stepfather groping between my legs. Yes he had his bloody phone videoing everything again!

We heard the downstairs loo flush, and my stepfather grabbed the pole and jerked it hard. I whimpered again as it moved deep inside of me. His lips covered my gaping mouth and his tongue found little resistance as it speared into me.

"I guess I had better make the tea," he said with a dirty chuckle.

I sat there drinking the tea and chatting with mum, after she had told Zack off again. All the time I was well aware of the pole deep inside of my pussy. My stepfather managed to kick my chair twice causing me to wince. He just gave me a dirty leer from time to time. Zack seemed quite amused by my stepfather's sly grins.

"Sylvia have you got stomach ache or something?" my mum asked.

I just smiled as best as I could. She seemed to be getting a little annoyed with my lack of conversation.

Finally they went to leave, after nearly an hour! My pussy felt as sore as hell and the wet patch on the wooden chair was getting bigger and bigger!

"Don't worry dear, silly of me really, is your period that painful?" she whispered in my ear.

I just nodded and grinned a little awkwardly again.

"Zack make your aunt a hot water bottle, and do keep your trousers on in future."

She looked back giving me a sympathetic grin, "you know you shouldn't sit on those uncomfortable chairs, I'm sure that can't be helping."

I nodded. If only she knew!

Zack untied me and slowly I extracted myself from the wooden pole. I didn't think my pussy was ever going to close up again. After tea (which Zack made) I had more or less returned to normal. 

But now Zack had to punish me for the way my mum snapped at him. Well that's what he reckoned!

So there we were in the park, it was tipping down with rain. But at least it was pitch-black. He held the umbrella up over my head. And then he yanked on the leash that was secured to the collar around my neck. We had managed to walk undetected so far. 

"Please Zack we have to go back to the house, I, I need to pee," I mumbled.

He took me to the middle right out in the open. 

"Look its dark as fuck, and my dog needs to be punished. Now squat down and pee here."

I shook my head; he yanked on the lead again. I was pretty sure I couldn't hold on until we got back home. I took a deep breath and crouched down. I just let go, and we both heard my pee splashing on the path. 

"Look at me, look at me," he said a second time, as he tugged on the lead gently.

I looked up into his rain soaked face. He flicked the torch on and shone it in my eyes. It slowly left my face and he moved it to where I was peeing. I felt so incredibly humiliated, but at the same time, very turned on. My nephew had taken me for a walk like any dog owner would. He stood waiting for me to finish looking me in the eye. 




All About Zack Ch. 14



I started to get up and he yanked on the lead, again it was gentle but enough to make me stumble.

"Where are we going Zack?"

He didn't answer; he just pulled me along until I kept up with him. 

"Here look at this?"

He shone his torch on a tree trunk.

"P H loves G N," I said, reading the carved initials on the tree.

"That's Pete Hardwick and Miss Newark," he stated.

"Not the teacher that ran of with your schoolmate?" I asked.

"Yeah, I bet they fucked by this tree don't you? She always said she had a special place, a special tree where she went to think, and to fuck I expect," he said with a chuckle.

"Is that why you brought me here, to, to fuck me?"

I watched him smile at me, "Get on all fours like the slut you are, like the dog named slut,"

I slipped in the mud and gasped as he entered me from behind. My teeth bit into the leash that he had put in my mouth, I had to keep it there while he rammed into me. If I dropped it I would have to walk home naked!

He yanked back on my hips as he thrust forward. My long black hair fell over my face; it stayed there soaked with rain water. 

"You like that slut?"

I grumbled a 'yes' on the leash, which was still gripped tight between my teeth. I was panting hard through my nose feeling his thighs slap against mine. I climaxed all too soon; just having sex out in the open had my head buzzing. I just stayed there as Zack continued his frantic fucking. He jabbed harder, as I tried my best to stop slipping in the mud and soaked grass. Finally he shot hot spunk deep into me. He grunted and hissed squeezing every last drop out. 

I was weak from holding myself up on my hands and knees. But I still held the leash in my mouth like Zack had wanted. I felt his fingers undo the collar and he took the leash from my mouth. I slowly got to my feet rubbing the wet mud from my knees. They felt cold and so did the palms of my hands. I rubbed my hair out of my eyes, Zack was gone!

I felt nervous and scared. I never really liked the dark at the best of times. 

"Zack, Zack where are you?"

"Up here, look up,"

I squinted through the rain up into the tree. He was still climbing. He must have been 20 feet up already!

"Come down, you'll fall," I squealed.

The rain stung my eyes as he still carried on climbing. 

"Please be careful?"

We went back to the tree the next day. High up hanging from one of the branches was the dog collar and leash. 

"You shouldn't have climbed all that way," I mumbled, and then sneezed.

"It's only about 30 feet or so. Still we have left our own mark on the tree. Come round the other side."

I followed him and read what he pointed at; I shook my head at the fresh engraving.

Fucked Sylvia here, 8/1/01.

He took my hand and led me away. I was still looking back at the tree over my shoulder.



All About Zack Ch. 15



I spent the next few days in bed, why the hell he didn't get a cold too was beyond me. He did look after me though, even if I did have to yell at him to turn his music down. I had other things on my mind too. In a couple of days my other nephews would be staying, as I returned to full health Zack started to tease me about it. The day before they arrived he was fucking me hard. I just clung to his body as he told me the twins would get what they wanted, or their mother was going to find a video in the post!

I felt nervous as hell, even with my sister there. She was with me for an hour or so, but as soon as my sister left the atmosphere changed. Zack took me up to my bedroom and told me what to put on. I stood trembling as he handcuffed my hands behind my back. He sucked my nipples in turn as he fingered me. My slight protests about how wrong this was just stopped. He helped me down the stairs and opened the door. I blushed and shook as the twins looked over my near naked body. It was bad enough that I stood there in red high heels, and hold up black stockings, but the clothes pegs on each nipple and the 6 or so that hung from my pussy lips, just made it worse! Now I know I said earlier I had tried the peg thing, and it hurt like hell, but Zack had done something to them so they didn't bite so much. The boys looked at my breasts; I cringed as Gordon twisted one of the pegs, watching my face for a reaction. He chuckled at the words Zack had put on my tits in red lipstick.

"Nephew's slut, sort of fitting for you isn't it?" Ricky said with a grin.

I winced as Zack flicked the pegs between my legs. I wanted to ask him to stop, but with my panties jammed in my mouth all I could manage was a grunt. The two 21 year olds just looked at my private places with lust filled expressions. 

"You look very wet auntie," Ricky said, as they all grinned. 

"Yeah we've got plans for you for the next few days," Gordon said, staring wickedly into my eyes.

Yes I was frightened but so aroused. My 3 nephews were going to use me as their sex slave whether I wanted it or not! Zack moved me towards the back door. He switched off the light and opened the door. He helped me down the step and took me down the garden path. I was grunting into the gag. 

"You're lucky its dark, but it's a shame it is so cold. Still just ½ an hour out here tied to the gate." he whispered.

I was really struggling hard now. I twisted and turned away, which just amused him. When we got to the bottom of the garden my eyes opened wide as he opened the gate. I lent back against him, and started mumbling my protests into the gag.

"Oh did I forget to mention you'll be tied on the outside of the gate? Well you know the fun we had in the alley that time?"

I struggled harder and pushed back against him more forcefully. 

"Now look it's just the same, the alley at the end of the gardens, and the garages just that back onto that. I mean just half an hour stood here, what are the chances of someone coming down the dark alley at midnight?"

I was shaking my head frantically.

"Oh I see what you mean; there isn't much chance of someone walking down here. So do you want me to cuff you to the front gate?"

My mind was all over the place now. I just wanted to stop this and get back indoors. I could feel the cold wind on my skin, and then the cold wooden panels of the gate as Zack held me against it. He fed the cuffs through the bar and cuffed me back against the gate. He pulled my panties from my mouth. I took a big gulp of cold air.

"Zack please don't do this, for god sake you can't be serious?"

"Well you could always call for help now," he mumbled in my ear.

He began toying with the pegs pulling them and twisting them. 

"Oh looks like you are out of luck auntie."

My eyes shot to the end of the alley. I could see the figure of a man coming up the alley. I pulled at the cuffs trying to get away before the man noticed me.

"Oh dear auntie looks like your first customer. Well I'd better be off, you don't want me spoiling your fun," he whispered. 

I felt him flick a few of the pegs, and he backed away. My eyes turned to the figure about 80 yards away. He was walking with his head down. I just prayed he went into one of the back gardens before he noticed me. OK it was dark, but he would pass me and notice, the alley was only 5 feet wide! Still he didn't look up he just kept coming forward. He seemed to have a long coat with a hood. It was then I thought it must be one of the boys. I was still frightened, but who the hell would come down the alley at this time of night? My breathing slowed a little as I relaxed. I couldn't quite make out which of the boys it was, it was way too dark for that. The distance had halved now, the figure was walking incredibly slowly obviously this was designed to build the tension. I was just so relieved it was one of my nephews that I wanted to call to him to hurry up, so we could get in the warm. I opened my mouth to speak, just as he got to the gate of my next door neighbour. I watched the hand grab for the gate. I smiled about to let him know that wouldn't fool me, until he opened the gate and went in! I looked over my shoulder and could just make out Mr Williams as he took his hood off. I held my breath for god knows how long, I just watched wide eyed as he went slowly up his garden path. I was just in shock for the next few seconds. I jumped out of my skin as a hand grabbed my mouth, stopping me from screaming. 

"Keep quiet in case he comes back out," Zack whispered in my ear.

I felt the cuffs slacken and I pulled my wrist away. I stared at Zack wanting to give him a right mouthful. A hand tapped my shoulder and I shrieked. I jumped into Zack's arms feeling pegs flying off my body.

"Ricky you bloody shit!" I hissed.

"I couldn't get past him to warn you, he was going up the alley just as I turned the corner."

I felt Zack wrap a coat around me. I just flung it off and marched into the house, pulling the last of the pegs off as I went. I went straight up to bed and covered myself up. 10 minutes later the boys came in with a cup of coffee. They all apologised and left their rather miffed aunt alone.

I stood looking out of the kitchen window the next morning. I could see the coloured pegs in the distance where they had fallen the night before. I stubbed out my cigarette and continued cooking the breakfast. Mr Williams was a nice enough man, he reminded me of my husband in many ways. Sorry my ex-husband. In the early hours of the morning I had woken up feeling horny. I remembered the fantasy I had. It started drifting back into my mind.

I imagined Mr Williams taking me, as I was tied helpless to the gate; he was twisting the pegs on my nipples, as he fucked me hard and frantic. He would then walk away leaving his spunk trickling down my thighs. Next would be a group of young men taking a short cut home from the pub. They would have fun with me first, tormenting my pussy lips with the pegs, which Mr Williams had so thoughtfully replaced! My mouth would be passed around the group of guys, my nipples tormented and my ass fingered. I would have to hold onto the gate, and wrap my legs around the waist of the first man. He would get off quickly, only for another to take his place. Eventually they would all have fucked me and my pussy would be so sore, until the last man moved forward. Harvey would sneer down at me and climb on the gate. He would thrust his cock in my mouth making me gag. His mates would cheer and encourage him. By now lights would be going on. Footsteps could be heard, as angry neighbours came down to complain about the noise. Harvey would look down on me and smile, like the cat that had got the cream.

"So you didn't want another date bitch, but just you wait until I get back to the office and tell everyone," he said laughing so loud it would hurt my ears.

He would pull out and shoot nearly a gallon of spunk in my face and hair. I would stay there cuffed to the gate as the men left me dripping in spunk. Torches would shine in my face blinding me. Gasps and snide remarks would follow, until several of the men fucked me, unable to resist. Women would look on and hurl insults, but they wouldn't stop their husbands from fucking me. Eventually I'd be set free and a woman would turn a hose on me. The cheering and baying would start again. I imagined walking into the office the next day; the whole place would have pictures of me gagging on Harvey's cock all over the walls!

"Sylvia the toast is burning!"

I snapped out of my fantasy to see Zack ejecting the bread from the toaster. I left them to eat breakfast. I went out for a walk and ended up by the tree. My fingers drifted slowly over the engraving that Zack had made. I walked round to the other side. I gazed at the other engraving. I knew the teacher from Zack's mobile phone. I wondered what she looked like, and the boy Pete. Were they happy? What did the boy's mother and father think? What would anyone think of them, come to that what would anyone think of me? It was this last question that finally made up my mind, it seemed to somehow clear my head. I went back to the house determined to say my piece. All three of them sat there and I told them what I thought. One by one they apologised, even Zack. Back at work I threatened Harvey with sexual harassment; he never came near me again.

Zack moving out was still a shock. I came home from work and there was Zack loading his mother's car with his stuff.

"Zack is coming to live with me. How are you doing?"

"OK I guess," I mumbled.

"Sylvia, Zack had told me some things that have, well shocked me. Quite frankly I'm a little disgusted with you; Zack told me how strict you were with him."

I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. She moved closer to me.

"Do you still miss Brian?" 

I thought it was a strange question; even so I nodded a little. I wanted to respond to her earlier remark but Zack was still loading the car.

"Ready darling?" she called to Zack.

She looked back at me.

"Do you want a cup of tea before you go?" I asked, hoping it would give us time to talk.

"No, I'm taking Zack to meet his Uncle Brian and Auntie Faye," she responded with an amused grin.

She just looked smiling at the humiliated woman in front of her. Tina knew full well what she had said hurt me, and she revelled in it!

A week later Stephanie phoned in tears, she had split up with Trevor for the last time. In April my stepfather died, he never did get to fuck my ass. I began dating 6 months later, Mr Williams my neighbour.

"Sylvia, I have never mentioned this, but before we dated, I, I saw you once."

I looked at him as he reached down the side of the bed. He opened his hand and I saw two clothes pegs.

"You saw me tied to the, gate?" I gasped.

"I never said anything. I saw someone watching you, it was too dark to see who it was, and I figured you were both playing some, some game. I well, do you like that sort of, thing?"

I looked at the pegs again, still in shock that he had only brought this up now.

"Do you want to; I mean I've thought about it for a few months. I just never mentioned it until now because I wasn't sure if...."

I placed my fingers on his lips. I was still a little shocked but would it be that bad, just to try with him? 

"If you want to try these things, I won't stop you," I mumbled, feeling slightly wet.

I teased my nipples and felt him clip the pegs to them. He looked at my face for a reaction. I smiled nervously, hoping this was what he wanted.

"You were handcuffed weren't you?"

I nodded, "it sort of left me powerless, out of control."

I watched as he dangled a pair of handcuffs over my head. We both smiled as I reached my hands up to the head of the bed.

Stephanie saw me staring at her fourth child once. She broke down in tears and confessed. I must admit I had always wondered why he was ginger, the same colour hair as my stepfather. Still her secret was safe with me. 

We have picnics in the park, and James once caught me looking at the tree. I counted 21 different couples names engraved on the tree over the last year. I even chuckled once, as a man and woman stood waiting for me to move from the tree. The next day I went back there, and two new names had appeared. As long as the tree stood there it would be a constant reminder of that night. It would be somewhere that I would visit from time to time, for the rest of my life. Just to remember what I did with Zack, all those things that would live with me, until my final day on this earth.

Anyway enough of that, my story still has a little way to run yet.

I ripped off the packaging of my birthday present. My mouth dropped open, and I made my way to the bathroom. James watched me fill the sink with a grin on his face, and then he waited patiently downstairs. Two hours later I walked into the living room. He gasped when he saw me. His eyes travelled up my body. 

"They won't like it if you're here to start with, get out," I purred.

He nodded and took one last look at me and then left. 

I had my orders for the weekend.

"Well how do I look?" I asked nervously.

Four sets of eyes trailed over my trembling body. I had dressed as instructed to please the men that looked me over. 4 inch black stiletto heels, black opaque tights, and a skin tight figure hugging mini dress, which only just covered my ass! I wasn't allowed to wear panties or a bra. So there they stood, my nephews, Gordon, Ricky, and the youngest 18 year old David, all my sisters' kids.

"Did you tell your mum you were staying with friends?" I asked with a gulp.

"Yeah, and I told her I only fuck blondes," said the fourth man.

"Do you like it Zack?" I mumbled with a fluttering heart.

He grabbed hold of my blonde hair twisting it in his fingers. I gasped and felt a trickle between my legs. My Birthday present from James was a bottle of blonde hair dye. Going from black to blonde was quite a change, it was done to humiliate me, and it did. My mum said I looked like a whore the first time I did it. Now here I was with my long shaggy hair coloured again. The first time I wasn't allowed to tell her I did it for James. When she asked him he told her I wanted to do it. I knew mum would ask as soon as I went upstairs, but I didn't, I listened from behind the closed door. 

"She got whistle at in town today James. Men think she is a tart," my mum said quietly.

"I know, when we go out she seems to enjoy getting chatted up. She has started going out with her friends more often. When I go to pick her up she is always laughing and joking with some man."

"I should have a word with her for you," my mum said in a miffed tone, "or she'll end up like her sister with kids by god knows who!"

"No it's OK; she's just going through a phase. I think deep down she still wishes she was with Brian," James said forlornly.

"No darling you are twice the man he ever was," my mum said quietly.

"You are so good to me, but please don't say anything to Sylvia, I'm sure it is just a phase, honestly. But I do wish she was a little more like you. You really have welcomed me into the family, although we are only engaged."

I heard a soft kissing noise.

"Oh James!" my mother said in a shocked chuckling voice.

I heard another kiss and then a slight gasp from my mother.

"She'll be down soon, you, you shouldn't, James," my mother panted.

Zack finger fucked me as we listened, and I bit my bottom lip as I came. He disappeared silently up the stairs so my mum didn't know he was with us. I felt red faced and flustered. I coughed pretending I had just come downstairs. My mum's face looked very red too, but she tried to hide her embarrassment, I pretended not to notice. She made her excuses and left. We went back to the bedroom, and as James fucked me Zack whispered in my ear about my future husband James, wanting to fuck my mother! You see James isn't very good at the domination thing. I told him the things that Zack had made me do, I also admitted to liking, it but not at first. When James had gotten over the shock of knowing it was Zack that night in my garden, he asked me more and more questions. So we came to this arrangement, Zack could torment me while James looked on. I suppose he wasn't that much different from my first husband. But he left the decision up to me. At least we had control over when it happened, but Zack had become more devious over the last few years. He wanted a blonde and that was the price I had to pay. That was the first time with Zack, and it happened a while ago now. But the next time, this time, I had an even bigger price to pay. Gordon and Ricky would be there, and for the first time David. James had to submit to Zack's dominance too, he had to make a pass at my mother the first time we did it. But now the second time he wasn't allowed to be with us for the first few days. He went to see his mum who lived in Wales, so it sort of worked out well for us both I suppose.

So that was why I had gone blonde a second time. And here I was kissing Zack, as his fingers hoisted my dress up. My 3 leering nephews stared at my shaved pussy, under my black tights! Zack made it clear he was in charge of everything, even the others that would torment me this time. I could see how eager they were, especially David, but they knew to stand back until Zack told them otherwise. Zack pulled the neck of my dress down, and I felt him inspect the label.

"Zack it really is too small," I mumbled.

"Yes two sizes too small, just like I requested, and that is all that matters."

So there I was 20 minutes later stood close to the factory. In 5 minutes men would come streaming out on their way home. The dress moulded itself to my body. While it was black the tight clinging fabric thinned over my boobs, my nipples pushed little bumps into it, and the long tight sleeves clung to my shaking arms. I watched as Zack drove off and parked down the other end of the street. I was separated from the car by nearly 500 yards I guess, and between us the main factory entrance. I jumped as I heard the whistle blow for the end of the shift. I struggled to get to my watch under the tight material. The two minutes went by and I started walking. My high heels clacked on the pavement. At first one or two emerged from the large iron gates, then a flood of men eager to get the weekend started streamed out! Hundreds of sets of eyes ran over the leggy blonde. I gulped and tried my best to act normal! I could feel the tight hem of my dress ruffling up. So do I tug it down or pretend I hadn't noticed how much thigh was on view? The laughing and joking of the men relieved to be out of work, soon settled into nudges and pointing. Eyes trailed all over my body. I felt like someone charging into battle heavily outnumbered me against hundreds of leering men! The whistles soon started, ringing in my ears, they became louder until so many men whistled it was just a constant noise! As the first group of men passed me comments about my huge tits and my tight little dress started. Every part of my body shook, my heavily painted lips hung open. The cherry red lipstick I wore seemed to pull my bottom lip down. I was right in the middle now going in the opposite direction to all these males, all shapes and sizes, and from 18 to 60 year olds. I just had to tug my hem down, I just had too! 

"Hey pull it the other way love!"

The comment shouted from the man received loud cheers. I swallowed hard, hurting my throat in the process. My face seemed to be on fire and my blonde locks bounced, almost waving to the men. They walked in front of me and I had to side step them. I tried to pretend I couldn't hear the whistling, or the comments about my legs and nipples. Again I tugged my hem down, it just attracted more cheers. I felt a hand glance on my thigh, I side stepped again and bumped into a middle aged guy. We did this dance on the pavement, as he deliberately swerved in my way several times. I just put my head down to avoid his grinning eyes, not only his but everyone else's! I felt a hand grab my backside; I wriggled away scraping my metal heel on the pavement. The sound grated in my ears. I was nudged and jostled as I half stumbled through the still cheering and whistling men. I had increased my stride and had to keep tugging my hem down which alarmingly seemed too high! By the time I had passed the main body of men, I didn't know how many times I had been groped! My ass and my tits seemed to be constantly touched up, and at one point a hand actually made it up the front of my tight dress. One of those men would have felt just how wet I was, I bet he was sniffing his fingers right now, and offering them to his laughing mates! I almost fell into the car at the end. 




All About Zack Ch. 15



"She's at it again!" my heart said, "can't you do anything?"

"I'm not in charge here, hey cunt can you cut it out?" my brain asked.

"Oh come on this is bloody good fun," my dripping cunt replied.

Zack only fingered me for a few seconds, which was all it took to have me gasping to an earth shattering orgasm! He drove off somewhere and parked the car. All I could hear were the excited chatter of my nephews. We had stopped behind a derelict garage in quite a secluded place. I was still shaking and almost fainting with what had gone before. Before I knew it Zack had pulled me out of the car. It was dusk by now, and I just stood there praying he wasn't going to leave me to walk home. 

"Right get into position guys," he said, looking into my eyes all the time.

I just stood horrified as they began to toss themselves off over my legs! The twins stood on my left and Zack and David on my right. I gasped and shuddered as one by one they coated my trembling legs in spunk! I looked down to see white trails dripping down my thighs, shins, and over my feet! The four of them backed away still panting and doing their trousers up. 

"Wait that's not enough, give the poor woman some more."

I looked aghast at Rick. 

"You know you're right Rick, get the stuff Dave," Zack said, with an evil grin.

I was made to close my eyes. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but then I felt a wet sensation seeping through my dress onto each quaking breast! I gasped and jumped but I was quickly held. I felt more and more this time on my legs!

"What are you, doing?" my croaking voice asked.

"Shut up Auntie, or we'll get more," David hissed.

So there I stood in the chip shop. My dress and legs covered in a white mess that was still trickling where it wanted to go. White globs all over the blonde clad only in black. I just stood there with a red face as the guy served a couple. His eyes opened wide, as did the two women who just stared at me. I moved forward as the couple that had been served went to go out of the shop. They both looked me over shocked with what they saw. I took a deep breath as the guy behind the counter couldn't take his eyes off my white stained tits! 

"Have, have you got, some serviettes, plea, please?" I stammered.

He still didn't move. He just trailed his eyes up to my face. Now he could see the white mess on my chin and nose. He still couldn't respond he just stood opened mouthed. I heard voices somewhere behind me; more customers had come into the shop. I knew why their conversation had ended so abruptly.

"Can I have some serviettes, please?" I repeated faintly.

He nodded finally and slowly handed me a handful of white serviettes.

"Could you put this, in, in your bin please?"

He looked down at my hand.

"My boyfriend was driving and had to slam, on the brakes, I, was eating yoghurt at the time."

His face relaxed a little as I hand him the yoghurt pot. Then he seemed to exhale as though he'd been waiting for a bomb to go off that didn't.

"Um sure," he mumbled.

"Well she needs more napkins than that, you poor dear," the woman behind me said.

"Don't look so embarrassed we didn't really think it was.... well you know?" her friend whispered in my ear.

I grinned sheepishly and left, smelling the faint whiff of coconut yoghurt, which masked the smell of 4 loads of spunk on my tights. Whether any of them noticed a difference in colour I don't know, but the look on their faces at first was priceless!

The next few days I spent tied to the bed. My nephews came and went as they pleased. I had jaw ache, and a pain in my ass. But this time only Zack was allowed to use my pussy. I was only allowed up to use the loo and cook meals. This was all done with me naked. It's quite hard trying to cook when several pairs of hands are touching you up, but somehow I managed. The last night the boys wanted to see the football match. They turned it into a game. I spent 90 minutes on my knees sucking cocks. I moved from one to the other every time the ball went off the pitch. The only other rule was I had to swallow the spunk of whoever I was sucking when a goal happened. 3 goals to 1 in case you are wondering?



All About Zack Ch. 16



Tina.

I picked Zack up a few weeks later. Sylvia wanted me to go in for a cup of tea, but after what Zack had told me about her being strict with him, I didn't want to. I made a sarcastic comment about taking him to see his uncle, and his Auntie Faye. I hit the nerve I was looking for as she gulped and looked embarrassed. Serve the bitch right!

I took Zack into his new room. He looked shocked at the double bed. I opened the wardrobe and watched him; slowly he worked out why my clothes were in there, pushed to one side.

"Danny didn't like his job, we had an argument and he left when I wouldn't move back with him. We've split up for good. This is a new start for us Zack, nobody knows us here, and we could stay if you want? It would just be you and me again, together."

I could feel my hands shaking as I waited for him to respond. He walked to the other bedroom, I followed him and he turned back to me when he saw it was empty.

"Do you mean, you and me, we sleep, together?" he asked, as his eyes went round the empty room again, and then back to me.

"For as long as you want, if that is what you want?" I said with a hard gulp.

He walked past me to the main bedroom. I followed him slowly giving him more time to think about it.

"This is a big step mum," he said softly.

"I know darling, if you want some time to think about it I understand."

"No this is a big step for you I mean. In front of people you'll be my mum, but when we're alone you'll be my slut!"

He walked up to me and ripped my blouse open. I gasped in shock as the thin material shredded. My braless boobs were now free for his eyes. I stood panting and waiting for whatever was going to happen next. 

"You know I fucked Auntie Sylvia don't you mum?"

My mouth dropped open. I never thought it went that far. He held up his phone showing me his aunt getting fucked from behind. 

"Do you want to take her place?"

I slipped my arms around his neck, still trying to come to terms with her seducing my son just to get her kicks!

"I'll be better than her you know that darling?" I cooed as I kissed his neck.

He was all over me pinning me to the bed as he fucked me hard. I didn't get a chance to undress; Zack just ripped my clothes until he could get at what he wanted! We fucked in frenzy that night and then slept together. In the morning we had a slow loving fuck, which brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Over the next few weeks I got out of him the games she made him play. He said he was embarrassed by them, but he grew to like dominating her. To be honest I didn't think Sylvia had it in her to play such games. But then again I was fucking my son so who am I to judge?

I had a few glasses of wine and waited for Zack to come home from work. I just hoped he would like what he saw. He smiled as he came into the bedroom; I had tied myself to the bed. I saw his eyes look over the things on the bed.

"Use what you want darling," I cooed.

He clipped 2 clothes pegs to my nipples and 10 to my pussy lips. I felt him push the vibrator into my wet cunt. I wasn't really sure about the custard but he used it anyway, trickling it over my quaking boobs, and then licking the trail it left. He would flick the pegs and twist or move the vibrator. Each time he did this I groaned and shook. I pulled at the ties on my wrists as he gave me such a wonderful orgasm.

3 weeks later I was walking down the high street in a tennis outfit. God the men that leered, and the whistles, had my pussy dripping like a tap!

I suppose going into the chip shop, with white yoghurt all over my black dress was a little over the top, but I eventually relented, and it did turn me on much to my surprise! 

A few years later we are still together, but someday I know I'll have to give him up. 

"You don't see Sylvia when you go to see your mates do you darling?" I mumbled, and then continued to lick his stiffening cock.

He grinned down at me with a dirty leer.

"I only fuck blondes now Tina, horny blonde sluts like you. So is it right that Auntie Faye is pregnant?"

"Yeah, only I'm not sure how. I mean Brian couldn't get Sylvia pregnant, he can't have kids."

"She must have had it with someone else then," he said with a chuckle.

"I bet Brian's in a quandary. Zack she has never hit on you has she?"

"God no, I mean you don't think I had anything to do with her getting pregnant do you mum? I know I was up there with her a few months ago, but I'd never fuck her not when I've got the woman I want right here, no I'd never do that."

"No of course you wouldn't darling," I said smiling at him.

"Good, I'd never lie to you mum," he said with a grin, "I mean I know I had sex with Sylvia but that was her pestering me. I was young and innocent then, and a little stupid I guess. Still as long as you are happy that's all that matters." 

I licked around the head of his cock, and then shuffled forward a little awkwardly.

I'd never forgive myself if I made her and Auntie Faye pregnant. What could be worse? Making that bitch Stephanie pregnant I suppose. No mum you are all I need. I love you."

"It's OK sweetie, and please don't keep mentioning them."

"Hey talking of making people pregnant, did you know Maria's having a baby?"

"No, I didn't. I haven't seen much of her lately; she seems to be out whenever I call. Still it's nice to have friendly neighbours isn't it Zack?"

I smiled as our baby kicked my stomach. I shuffled slightly getting my belly full of baby comfortable, another 2 months to go and I would be a mother again. 

Zack held my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth.

"Yeah I only fuck hot blondes like you Tina," he hissed. 

I swallowed all I could, but a trickle still ran out of the corner of my mouth.

I got off my knees and struggled back onto the bed. Zack wiped my face with a tissue. He went out of the room and came back 2 minutes later.

"I'll make you a drink before I go."

"Zack do you have too, I mean I get jealous when you go out with girls. I know she's younger than me but she's Maria's daughter. I don't want us falling out with them."

"Look mum we are only going to festival together, I'll be back in 3 days. Besides I promised her mum I'd look after her, she is only 18 after all." 

"I haven't seen her father around for awhile either, not since we heard him shouting at Maria. I wish you had let me go and make sure she was OK. Hey I was sure Maria said he had the snip."

"You must be mistaken mum."

Zack went off to make my drink with a smile on his face; god knows what he found so amusing, probably my big fat bump. He came back with my tea and then fetched Christine.

"Happy birthday sweetheart," I cooed at our two year old daughter.

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Sylvia.

Eventually things dried up between Zack and me, well it had to I suppose still he had left his mark on my life. James and I never married. I suppose it was never going to happen in view of the sexual side of our relationship. We still see each other from time to time; well he married my sister you see. I suppose I didn't really mind that much thinking back. Anyway I think he always had a soft spot for Stephanie.

Mum is still at a loss with her two daughters. But I think I have let her down the most, because I have 3 kids now and another on the way. It was all I really wanted I suppose, kids I mean. I think I'm quite a good mum, and although it is hard bringing them up alone I'm quite happy doing it. The triplets, now seemed to take up most of my time, and I've already decided on the name for my new baby, Kevin or Kathy! 

So that is my story to a finish. I doubt you'll want to hear about nappy changing and teething troubles. Anyway I'm off to mum's house for my birthday with the 3 kids now, and the 7 month bump. Stephanie is coming down too, mum says Stephanie wants to see me, apparently she told mum this was one birthday I would never forget. I love surprises.

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Stephanie.

I felt quite guilty about marrying James, but he told me he was never into Sylvia. He was more interested in me! James is kind and considerate and I've never really had that with Trevor. Besides as soon as guys I date know I've had 5 kids, they sort of vanish into thin air. I'm not stupid I know why, but James is well, not like that. 

Now after having run off with Tina's husband all those years ago, mum was kind of ready to strangle me for a second time. Sylvia and James had split up and called the engagement off, before James and I made it known that we had started seeing each other. Well only 3weeks, but that isn't really the point here. OK he shagged me several times over the last couple of years, but I never intended stealing him from my sister. I remember one time we met up in London. He told Sylvia he was going to see his mother in Wales. Then another time he waited on the next railway station. James looked quite flushed. I could see he was hiding something and eventually I got it out of him. My little innocent sister had waved him off in her bikini! I mean she just stood on the station in just her little bikini; OK she's got the figure for it but fucking hell!

Come to think that was the same time I thought I saw Zack whiz past on the train going in the other direction, funny how you see things sometimes.

So to the point of my last offering, I just wanted to put things straight, my sister is not the sweet and innocent, or the hard done by person you might think she is. She's the biggest bitch in the world, and I hate the fucking cow! Now I'll tell you why she has upset me so much.

James and I have been married just over a year. He once told me that she had been, 'doing things' with Zack. OK I know I have too I mean one of my kids is his. But that isn't the point. Now my darling bitch of a younger sister has been having fun with Zack, right under James's nose! Again I know I'm hardily one to talk, as James and I were fucking too. But just this week I was clearing out the boy's room. I came across this dusty video. So I put it in the machine....

"You fucked up little cow!" I shrieked.

"What's up Stephanie?" James called, as he came running into the room.

"Look at the fucking evil whore, look!"

"Jesus," James mumbled.

He ejected the video and tried to calm me down. I was all for getting in the car and going to see the sick bitch. It was only James that stopped me; he wouldn't let me have the car keys!

I sat the boys down when they came in; through my tears I dished out orders that they were never to see my sister again. I turned on James after that, this was the time when he was seeing her.

"Did you know about this James? Boys get to your room, now!" I yelled.

"Um, look I, I, didn't, um," he whimpered.

"Oh you sick fucking bastard!"

Gradually he confessed to knowing a little of what was going on. I sat, and I listened, and I kept calm, and then I threw my cup at the perverted fucking weasel! 

I ran upstairs and I threw his clothes out of the bedroom window. I can't remember all the names I called him, but I'm sure the neighbours can!

Sylvia had ruined everything; I started wondering if any of my boys had fathered her kids! God the idea of it made me feel sick. I know my stepfather was responsible for one of my kids, but this seemed to kick me harder in the stomach. 

I sat stewing for the next two days, the boys steered clear of me for a while. They said sorry and everything, and seemed to take over tidying the house for me. While I sat there with my blood boiling! 

"I couldn't really blame them could I? I mean it was all her fucking fault, tied to the bed like some kidnap victim. Oh but she wanted it, moaning and groaning like some lust crazed whore! Even Zack was there for fucks sake! Zack.....Zack, god she's having a fucking good laugh at all of us! Zelda, Adam, Carrie! Oh yes the next bloody kid is going to start with a fucking K! Mum, are you still there?"

I hung up the phone. 

Two days later I sat with my mum. She still couldn't believe it, I didn't want to tell her but I had to talk to someone. 

"What are you going to do Stephanie?" mum asked, with tears in her eyes.

I pushed the video into the machine, and sat with my arms crossed.

Mum rushed to the door, I heard her talking to Sylvia, she ushered the kids into the kitchen.

"Mum, what's up?" Sylvia asked.

"Your sister is in there, go and speak to her."

"Hi sis what's up with mum?" 

"Happy birthday Sylvia, you evil fucked up bitch!" I hissed.

I watched her face drop, as I pushed play on the remote control!

The End.