Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2021 17:48:31 +0000 From: Incarefree Subject: Who Owns Nancy? Chapter 6 Who Owns Nancy by Jay Mugs Chapter 6 Thank you for reading my story. You can find Nancy directly at nubile.nancy at protonmail.com. If you would like to comment to me (Jay Mugs) directly, you can find me at incarefree on Wickr and incarefree at protonmail.com...as always, if you object to sex with minors and other taboo subjects, please go somewhere else. And further, please support Nifty and all the fine work that this site publishes! * * * * Nancy came home the next morning. She knew everybody was up, there was no chance of sneaking in and getting in the shower or doing anything else to disguise the state she was in. Sure enough, coming in the door from the garage, there were Sage and Billy sitting at the table and John was making eggs in the kitchen. All the sounds of the kitchen ceased when she stuck her head inside the door. "Good morning!" said John, maybe a bit too loudly. He was smiling, but Nancy couldn't tell if he was putting on a face for the kids or if he was happy to hear about her adventures or just what. Both of the kids just looked at her, forks held in midair. Sage especially looked curious, surely wondering why her mother was coming home and why she looked so completely disheveled. Nancy felt the guilt burning its way up her body. Her chest was red and now she could feel her cheeks flush. That flushed feeling usually went straight to her clit, but this morning she was feeling full-on guilt for what she had done. Up until recently, these were the very humans that she lived her life for. These were the priorities in her existence. She did everything for the betterment of her husband and children. And now...well, now she was actively throwing them all under the bus of her own licentious lust. She heard the "thump, thump" of the bus running them over repeatedly last night; especially when the dog mounted her in front of the boys. Her face got a little redder. But she screwed a smile onto her face, kissed John at the stove and swiftly moved past the table and the curious children. In a flash, she was in her bedroom and naked in the shower. The warm water eased her sore muscles and the suds helped alleviate some of her dirtiest guilt. Still, she soaped up again to be sure. After a lengthy shower, she came back into the bedroom to find John sitting on the bed waiting for her. "Well?" he said, eyebrows arching. "It was really something," Nancy said with a half-smile. "There were five boys," she said as she took a deep breath, "and Noah was one of them." "Noah?" her husband repeated, "our Noah?" She could only nod her head, waiting to see what response that would get. "You fucked Noah?" John repeated, almost to himself. "And Tyler," she said slowly, "from the team that hardware store sponsors." "Tyler, too?" John said incredulously. He was still shaking his head from her revelation about Noah. "How are you not going to get caught?" he said, his eyes now directly focusing on her. Nancy continued to dry her hair with a towel. "I don't know," she said simply, "other than if they tell anybody and I get in trouble, there'll be no more pussy." She shrugged her shoulders, "I overheard Jeremy say something like that to the others last night. They seemed to understand." "Four boys?" John said, almost hopefully. "Five with Jeremy," she nodded. Nancy paused. "But there's a little more..." John looked up at her, a sense of wonder in his eyes. She was pretty sure it was wonder mixed with lust as he imagined his bride in the midst of an elementary school gangbang. "There was a dog there..." "A dog?" John repeated, not quite understanding. "A dog," Nancy said firmly, "the boy had a dog that he used on me." John's face changed as the truth dawned on him. If she suspected there was lust before, there was no denying the fire she saw in his eyes now. He could picture her being used by a dog and how degrading it must have been. "Did he..." John paused, seemingly unable to say the words, "...cum in you?" Nancy only nodded her response. "Oh God," John said, almost whispering. She was feeling flush again herself, now that she was retelling the story of the previous night. Her nipples were hard and her chest was red remembering the feeling of those paws as they wrapped around her waist. She was thinking again of the feeling of being mounted. The labrador was fucking her hole like he'd fuck any bitch in heat. Nancy was no more than bitch in heat to that dog. She had never sunk so low. And she loved it. The humiliation, the embarrassment, the tabooness, all of it. She loved knowing how those boys had used her and then just turned the dog loose on her like some common whore. Her face burned as she knew she was no more than a bitch in heat for those boys, too. Her cunt, her ass, her mouth, whatever they had wanted to use, it was theirs. She had given herself completely away. And every time she thought of her utter degradation, it made her nipples hard and her pussy lips wet. She was a slut's slut. She was total fuckmeat. John knew those signs in his wife all too well. He reached for her, wanting to feel how wet her pussy was getting as she remembered being used. But as his hand touched her naked hip, she stepped back. "No, John," she said firmly. He looked confused. "Jeremy said that I couldn't give my pussy to anybody else today," she said slowly, "I don't have any choice, baby." If John were horny a minute before, his cock could pound nails now. It was his turn to burn with lust. His wife was owned by a preteen boy. And that same boy now controlled John's sex life. It made him so incredibly hard to think of getting laid on a whim by a boy. "And you can do whatever you need to do with that," she nodded toward his obvious erection, tenting in his pajamas, "Jeremy didn't say anything about you cumming." The implied threat was enough. Knowing that the boy could not only cut John off from sex with his wife, but also could keep him from masturbating himself was too much, and he stroked himself to a shooting cum in only a few moments. Nancy watched almost passively. She knew that her standing naked in front of her husband, combined with telling him of the things she'd allowed the boys to do, would make him erupt quickly. But she wasn't particularly interested in alleviating John's discomfort. She was now owned by a 12 year old boy, and he was the focus of her attention. When Jeremy needed to cum, she would stop everything and attend to him. When her husband had needs, it just didn't matter. She turned her back to John as he collapsed back on the bed, his hand and stomach covered in the milky substance she once craved to lick up. It was time to start her day and she had to be ready in case Jeremy needed her. The life of fuckmeat. The rest of the day went uneventfully. Nancy managed to redirect the kids' questions about why she came in the way she did at the hour she did, and they seemed to forget it by the afternoon. As a matter of fact, the rest of the week was uneventful. One of the main problems with having a 12 year old lover is that you're also subjected to the whims of the boy's parents. He couldn't find time to get out of the house for even a quickie. Nancy was getting a bit tense after five days of no relief other than her fingers. In the time while she waited, she began to dream of ways she could serve her new master. She wanted to be ahead of him, to have thought of it before it occurred to him. So, she played out fantasies and kinks that he might like. It filled her imagination in the most erotic ways when she tried to think of taboos and kinks that her young lover would enjoy. She was trying to train herself to not be put off by anything that he might crave. She couldn't have a negative emotion register on her face when he commanded her to do something degrading or repulsive. Nancy found herself reading stories on the internet that featured a wide variety of taboo subjects. She kept coming back to the stories that featured kids. Jeremy was still a kid himself, of course, but it interested her that many of the boys in the stories were already pedophiles themselves. Even though they were only 12 or young teens, they craved girls and boys that were much younger. As she played with her pussy while she read the stories, it wasn't hard for Nancy to imagine her Jeremy as the boy. But then she found herself--almost subconsciously--substituting Sage and Billy for the other children in the stories. As a particularly big cum wracked her body, Nancy realized to her horror that she had cum to the vivid image of Jeremy fucking her own little Sage. She was a small girl, and she was little even under Jeremy's young body. Nancy's stomach muscles continued to convulse involuntarily as she kept seeing Jeremy's preteen butt pumping his hard cock into her daughters little puffy pussy. Sage's legs were spread wide and her toes pointed as she made barely audible mewing sounds. Nancy was lying on top of her bed, naked. Her tits were achingly sensitive, her nipples were eternally hard and pulsing and her cunt was the worst of all. She really thought most days that she couldn't sit down in dark pants or everyone would see how aroused she was. But in this moment, Nancy was crying. She was crying because of the power of the image that she couldn't shake in her mind. The image of Sage taking Jeremy's cock. It was wrong on every level, and the more wrong it was--the more taboo it was--the more her body responded to it. She cried because she thought of her first born, her little angel. Nancy remembered all the things she'd hoped to share with her little girl as she grew into a woman. And she cried because she wanted nothing more than to use that little body for Jeremy's pleasure. And it was that thought, through the tears, that almost broke her body. It was a rolling orgasm that seemed to never end, whether she touched herself or not. Through her tears of shame and humiliation, she could still see Sage lying on her back on this same bed. And Nancy could see Jeremy on top of her. Worst of all, she could see herself lying next to them both, helping the boy take the girl, even as she touched Sage in all the right spots to make her cum. Her daughter looked even smaller in comparison to the boy's size as Jeremy lay on top of her and she just looked up at him in wonder and puppy love. Nancy then saw Sage's legs move to wrap around Jeremy's waist and lock ankles. That sent her to the moon again in an uncontrolled wave of lust. Seeing her daughter take her lover's cock became her go-to fascination from that moment on. Nancy now watched Sage in a different way. From when she got up in the morning, coming out to the breakfast table in only a nightshirt and panties, barefoot with those lithe tanned legs, to her preparing to take her bath at night. Nancy had never considered herself all that bisexual, but thoughts of her daughter's bare cunt were always foremost in her hormone-addled mind. She even took to sniffing Sage's used panties before they went into the hamper. She found her senses overwhelmed by the scents in her little girl's crotch. One night, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror as she was holding the small panties to her face. Her cheeks were flushed red and her nipples poked through her nightshirt. Nancy lowered the panties and stared at the face reflected back at her. She was a molester. She had willfully and wantonly walked down the road from respectable wife and mother to a plotting child molester. That realization did nothing to dampen her ardor. Still looking at her reflection, she willfully raised the panties back to her face and took another deep breath. Watching herself as if from afar, she saw the Nancy she'd always known and only now knew her to be the kind of person who would molest her own children for the sake of her preteen lover. And that knowledge sent chills and thrills straight to her pussy. She took Sage's little pink panties and stuffed them into her own wet cunt. Bit by bit she pushed until they were all the way inside her. Then she walked back out into the house where her family was. Only mom knew the truth of what was inside her body at that moment. Only mom knew the thoughts that filled her consciousness. Only mom knew what made her cum at her deepest core. There was now no question what would be next for her lover. Nancy was going to offer her daughter to him. She wanted to show her devotion to the boy in every way possible. She had already traveled far down the road of no return; this act of devotion would send her so much further. And now it became something of an obsession for Nancy to make it happen. She wouldn't wait for Jeremy to ask for her little girl. She would offer Sage up on a silver platter. How to do it was the question: how to get the little one to fuck her boy-owner? One thing in Nancy's favor was the girl crush that Sage clearly had on Jeremy for years. Every time he came into the house after mowing the lawn or shoveling snow, Sage had followed him around like a puppy dog. Maybe it wouldn't take much coaxing at all to get her involved. Maybe she could just let him have her...Nancy came on her fingers at the dining room table thinking that thought...