Who Owns Nancy

True desires aren't always known from the start. Most of the time, they are revealed over time, as new possibilities unfold and time passes. That's the way it was with Jeremy. Nancy didn't know at first what she really wanted from the boy, she just knew she wanted him. But time had passed and she had explored her feelings and desires more deeply; and now she knew what she craved: she wanted that boy to own her.

She wanted him to own her body, to take it whenever he chose. He could choose to share it with others, maybe his little buddies. Or he could just keep it all for himself. Her mouth, her fingers, her pussy, her ass, her toes-whatever part of her he wanted she was willing to give it to him.

Nancy was a woman with two kids, a husband and a mortgage. She felt the sexual energies of her youth still coursing through her body, but she knew that those energies would ebb over time. She wanted to act on her urges now, while there was an opportunity, and not wait. She feared the sting of regret more than the stigma of what she was proposing.

Jeremy was still a boy, only twelve. She knew he was growing up fast, he'd already experimented with kissing her. That experience alone made her weak in the knees and unbelievably aroused. But he'd need to be pushed in the direction she wanted him to go. She wished that he would just know, but of course that would be impossible for one so young.

She would have to make it happen. She would have to instruct the boy.

Jeremy had been the first to make a move. When they both found themselves at the street retrieving the mail, Jeremy complimented Nancy on the way she looked. She thought it was so sweet that she leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. In a flash, Jeremy moved his face so she kissed him directly on his lips.

She was so surprised, she immediately stopped kissing him.

Jeremy looked heartbroken and scared. He had clearly overstepped boundaries and he also clearly had a crush on Nancy.

Just as quickly, Nancy recovered her senses. Without a word, she took the boy by the hand and led him up her driveway to their back door. She took him inside to the kitchen table and she sat in one of the chairs, facing the boy.

"If you want to kiss me," she said, "you need to know how to kiss me." And with that, she kissed him square on the lips. He was so surprised and stunned that he didn't do anything at first. But soon he relaxed into the kiss and began to kiss her back in earnest.

They didn't have long together that first time. But now Nancy knew her new goal in life. She was to become the property of that little boy she desired so much. He had surprised her with the first kiss, but she knew she could give him so much more.

Next time, she'd be prepared.

It happened a week later. An unexpected snow storm hit the area during the day, when John was at work. The snow was still falling when Jeremy showed up on the doorstep to ask about clearing the driveway.

Nancy was hoping for just such a moment. Letting him do the work gave her a little time to prepare herself. The kids were occupied with the tv and video games, so she had time to slip into her bedroom and select just the right outfit to offer herself to the boy.

Less than a half hour later, Jeremy came back to the front door. Nancy told him to come around to the garage and she'd pay him there. She couldn't help noticing that he already had a bulge in his jeans as he was expecting a kiss.

Her heart was fluttering. She knew this was wrong. He was just a boy. She was sure he hadn't even come close to puberty yet. But that was part of the attraction-Nancy really liked boys, and this one was going to be the best ever.

Taking a deep breath and patting her chest to slow her heart, she went through the house and out into the garage. She let Jeremy in the side door.

He didn't say a word. He looked very nervous, but excited at the same time.

She was wearing a sweatshirt that zipped up the front, some cut-off jean shorts and flip flops. It was casual but sexy. She knew how men and boys looked at her, and she knew what looked good to their eyes.

What Jeremy didn't know was that she wasn't wearing anything under the sweatshirt or the shorts. But he was about to find out.

He came into the garage and shut the door behind him. The light was dim, but plenty bright to see each other.

He stepped up to her for the expected kiss. She leaned in and kissed his lips lightly.

He pushed toward her for more, but she backed away a bit.

"I want to give you something," she said nervously. She could barely look him in the eye, even as his eyes were below hers as he hadn't reached her height yet.

"I thought you said I could kiss you…" he started to say.

"You can," she reassured him, "anytime you want."

"But," she continued, "you can also have this…"

And with that she stepped back and unzipped her sweatshirt. His eyes were immediately the size of quarters as he saw his first tits. She not only opened the sweatshirt, she took it off and dropped it on the floor.

She was completely topless in front of the 12 year old. She could barely breathe. She was offering this boy what she had vowed in church to give to her husband John so many years before.

"You can have these," she lifted both tits to his gaze, pinching the nipples lightly, "whenever you want." She crossed a boundary line in her own mind in just that moment.

She stepped back to him. She took both of his trembling hands, cold still from shoveling snow, and put them on each breast. Instinctively, the boy squeezed each tit. She moaned out loud, taken by the feeling of his little hands on her. Her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Yessss," she almost hissed. The feelings were flooding her brain and she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her whole life.

She kissed him again. Hard. Her tongue found his.

At first, he didn't know what to do, but in short order his tongue was dueling with hers and he was kissing her back just as hard. His kisses were sloppy, but that served to turn her on even more. She longed to suck his saliva, feeling it to be just like his cum. And she sucked it from his mouth just like she longed to suck it from his cock.

His hands were squeezing and feeling her boobs and he was very aroused. She leaned into him and could feel his hardness through his jeans and into her crotch.

After an eternity, she broke the kiss and pushed herself back again. He was very hard, she could see now. His little body looked so delicious and she felt wonderful being topless in front of him.

But now for a little more.

"Maybe you want to see more?" she teased, tugging at the button holding her shorts on.

She took her time unbuttoning and unzipping her little, blue jean shorts. His eyes were laser focused on her pussy and it was making her even wetter.

All at once, she let the shorts go and she stepped out of them and her flip flops. She was completely naked for the boy. His mouth was open, stupefied. He stood there looking at her, truly stunned into inactivity.

"You can have this, too," she said, matter-of-factly, pointing to her neatly trimmed pussy, "whenever you want."

He looked at her, unable to speak.

"Do you want me?" she asked huskily.

"Y-yes," he stammered.

"Let me show you some things I can do," she said as she lowered herself to her knees in front of the boy. She was so excited her fingers almost wouldn't work at undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. But she got through.

She pulled his jeans open and then down his thighs. He had on a cute pair of boxer briefs that were tenting in the middle with his hard dick.

She kissed the tent through his underwear. She wanted him to feel her hot breath and mouth on his cock before he was even naked. She wanted him to know that she wanted him badly.

Nancy looked up at Jeremy. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at her pretty face.

She just kept eye contact with him as she pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang free, right into her face. It was the first cock that Nancy had seen in person since she'd started dating John. It was much smaller and smelled very different, but Nancy loved it all the more.

It was about the size of John's middle finger, and she knew how good that felt in her pussy. But first things first. Nancy broke eye contact with Jeremy and looked at his beautiful little cock, pointed straight at her nose. There was no hair around it and his little ball sac was tight against him.

Something in her just sighed as she opened her mouth to that cock that she'd wanted for so long. She started with just the little bulbous head, but quickly swallowed the length of him. She could take him all in and still reach her tongue out to tickle his balls just a little.

"Aaaah," Jeremy moaned.

Nancy looked back up at the boy. His eyes were closed and a look of ecstasy was on his face. She redoubled her efforts at sucking the life force out of the boy.

It didn't take long. She felt his cock grow at the same time that he lifted himself up on the balls of his feet. He was going orgasm.

She began to fuck his cock with her mouth, sucking hard the whole time. She barely let herself breathe as she was so intent on making the boy cum.

"Aaarrrrghh," he wailed. And then release. It wasn't much, but she drew an ejaculation out of the boy. Salty but ever so sweet.

She released his cock with a pop. You could not have wiped the smile off of her face. She beamed inside and out.

Jeremy was almost catatonic. He stood there, pants bunched around his ankles. A look of stupor on his face.

Nancy sat back on her heels, taking in the sight of the boy she'd just wrecked. She smile even more broadly.

"Do you like your present?" she said with a flourish of her arms, highlighting her tits.

"Ummm, yes!" he managed to croak out, slowing coming back to life.

"Well, take it all in, Jeremy," she cooed, "because this is all yours whenever you want."

At first, he looked uncertain, as though lost in brain fog. But then, as she stood up, she saw understanding in his eyes. He began to smile just a little.

And then it happened. What she'd hoped for actually happened.

She could see it in his eyes. His brain went from uncertainty, to understanding, to-owning her.

The cockiness that he'd always shown when he was over at the house with other boys came out. The way he was always the leader of the troop. He was a natural leader and knew instinctively how to be in charge. And he knew in that moment that he was in charge.

The look in his eye. The confidence. The lust.

Made her melt on the spot.

He would have her. Often. He could have anything he wanted. She was scared of the possibilities. But it made her clit so hard she couldn't stand it, too. She was a wanton whore for him-a craven woman.

There they stood, in the garage, woman and boy, sex toy and owner…