Zak's Secret

Emma was enjoying her nephew very much. Her breasts ached and she was wet - but something was wrong.

As she ran her fingers over the smooth roundness of Zak’s balls and the long thick shape of his cock, she knew it was still soft. As huge as Zak’s cock was, it was still un-erect. Emma stopped and looked up at Zak, who seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. 

‘Is everything OK, aren’t you enjoying this?’ asked Emma. Zak looked down at her and moved away from her touch, he sat down next to his aunt and started to cry. ‘I’ve never had an erection or an orgasm; I feel lots of pleasure when I touch myself but that’s all.’

‘Oh, my poor darling.’ Emma pulled Zak close and hugged him, giving him support. She thought to herself what a shame it was to have something as beautifully large as that between his legs without being able to get an erection. She also wondered how big it actually would be if he did get one.

Zak pulled away from his aunt and wiped his eyes with his palms. ‘Thank you, Aunt Emma, I’ve never told anyone this. I feel so frustrated sometimes and I think the dancing helps,’ said Zak. ‘Maybe that’s why I love the attention from all of those women and girls in the audience—I can’t do anything with them and that makes them safe with me.’

‘Well, we could always try a few things to see if they work for you?’ Emma smiled at Zak and felt a tinge of guilt because this would allow her to do things with her nephew under the pretence of helping him. But of course, she would be helping him.

Emma stood up and held out her hand to Zak, she led him to her bedroom and told him to lay on the bed. My God, he looked amazing. ‘You’ll need to take that off,’ pointing at the plastic thong. Emma watched as Zak gripped either side and slid it down his hips. Emma wasn’t quite ready for how big Zak’s cock was as it sprung out, free from its harness. His balls too looked enormous. Emma felt her legs weaken and her face redden.

‘You are so beautiful, Zak.’ Emma whispered as she lowered her hand down to stroke Zak’s cock. He shivered when his aunt touched him and whispered back, ‘Thank you.'

Emma squeezed some almond oil into her hands and rubbed them together, she slowly ran her oily fingers up and down the length of Zak’s cock and realised she couldn’t get them around its girth.

‘That feels so nice auntie, but I can’t feel anything happening otherwise.’ Zak sounded mournful as Emma squeezed and kneaded her nephew’s balls, making them oily and slippery. Her hands moved back to his cock and she gripped it tighter, rubbing him faster and faster. But still nothing.

Emma was very aroused by now and enjoying this exercise, but she wanted to help Zak more than ever. She bent forward and kissed his lips, something she had never done as she saw it as taboo.

Zak sat up and brushed Emma’s hair away from her face. Her cheeks were red and hot. Zak stood and started to pull at his aunt’s t-shirt, Emma lifted her arms and let him do it. He pulled it off over her head and dropped it to the floor.

There was a moment when Zak stepped back and looked at the black shiny fabric keeping his aunt’s breast in that wonderful cleavage. He reached around and unhooked her bra, Emma complied with this and moved her arms, letting him remove it.

‘Stand up, Auntie,’ Zak asked. She stood up and towered over her nephew, he bent his head and put his lips over Emma’s nipple, cupping her breast with his hand. Emma whimpered and felt herself harden.

She felt Zak’s tongue circle around that hardness and flick it, lightly at first and then harder. He sucked gently and Emma’s whimpered became a low moan. ‘Zak, are you sure you should be doing this?’ Emma was breathless and looked down at him, he looked up and let his lips release from her nipple. ‘I have never done this before but I am very aroused by you auntie, I know it doesn’t show, but I am. Do you want me to stop?’ Emma smiled nervously down at her nephew, 'No.'

Zak gently pushed his aunt down onto the bed and gripped her jogging bottoms, he pulled them down and off her legs and feet. She sat naked apart from her shiny black panties. Zak knelt and slowly pushed Emma’s knees apart. ‘I have never done this either.'

Emma fell back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. She could feel Zak’s fingers moving up her thighs and over her panties, she jumped slightly when she felt his mouth over her clitoris, he kissed her through the material and bit her gently. Emma gripped the duvet with both hands and felt the rush of orgasm quickly rise. It had been a long time and this felt incredible. This was Zak and she had secretly watched him from afar for years…

Emma was feeling the full effect of a strong orgasm, it was making her body spasm and he hands grew into fists holding the duvet. Zak was kissing her, sucking her, biting her through her panties - it felt incredible.

Zak moved away and pulled at Emma's panties, he pulled them down her legs and onto the floor. He lifted her thighs onto his shoulders and buried his mouth into her lips - licking and flicking, biting and nibbling - moving up and doing the same with Emma's clitoris.

Emma was moaning loudly now as Zak pulled at her sex, engorging that secret shiny button which gives so much pleasure. She gripped his head with her thighs as his tongue made a feast of her, his fingers moving in and out between her lips making her wetter than she had been in years.

After the first climax, there seemed to be others, coming every few seconds and making her stiff then soft, her body spasming and relaxing.

Emma started to cry with tears of overwhelming joy. The pleasure she was feeling made her heart race until she should it would burst. At last, she felt the need to unlatch her legs from Zak's head. 'Enough, please - I can't take more of that at the moment.' Emma giggled and felt her body was slick with sweat, the ache in her groin was painful yet wonderful.

'You have a real talent for that Zak. Are you sure you've never done it before?' Emma said between breaths. 'You are my first, I enjoyed it.'

Emma looked down at Zak's cock but it was still soft. It hung down halfway to his knees like a white smooth snake.

They both slept in Emma's bed that night, naked and unwashed - the sheets would need to be changed in the morning Emma thought.