--- Naomi ---
Naomi froze as she heard Daniel walk back down the stairs. Her heart was pounding and she leaned against the door, still unsure of what she had heard. Daniel had definitely been fucking her mom. Like, they had kind of had something going on the whole night, but what other reason would he go into their room for? But her dad had gone in too, so maybe it was nothing. They probably went in there to get something or look at something.
She tried to clear her head, but it was swimming. The wine must have really done something, that's probably why she was feeling so warm. She just couldn't stop thinking about Daniel. He really was a stud. It wasn't anything overt, but she couldn't take her eyes off him all night. And when he looked at her... she shuddered again. What was it with Daniel? She almost hoped he was fucking mom, because then he'd be back, at least, and the thought was kind of hot. Like, not that she wanted that, but... fuck.
She walked over to her bed quietly and snuck under the covers. She usually just wore one of her band t-shirts to bed, which helpfully rode up to her chest as she snuggled down into her bed. She closed her eyes and thought of Daniel and how he looked at her. How his knee had brushed against hers. She reached up with her hand and gripped her own throat, squeezing, as her other hand slid down her body and started to rub against her pussy through her wet panties. She eased up and took a deep breath, imagining it was Daniel holding her down by the throat. She struggled to pull down her panties.
"You dirty little cunt, have you been spying on your mother and I?" she imagined him saying to her. Her panties were far enough down that she slapped her own pussy, the small wet slap loud in the quiet room.
"That's what dirty little cunts deserve, isn't it Naomi?" she heard him say in her mind, her hand tightening around her throat. The slap stung so nicely, but she couldn't take it anymore. She started rubbing her clit, her other hand dropping under her shirt to fondle her small breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and rubbing her fingers against them sent waves of pleasure through her body. She grabbed one and twisted it, hard, small tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She moaned softly and let her hips thrust against her fingers.
She couldn't believe what was coming over her. Her desire was so strong. She dreamt of being used hard, but those were just stories she had read. She'd never felt anything before, never been touched except by Aaron that one time, and he really just fumbled at his tits before. She wanted Daniel so much. Wanted to kneel and hold his scotch, to rest her head in his lap. To feel his hand stroking her hair and running across the collar he had locked around her neck as she felt him harden underneath her. She wondered what his cock was like, what it would be like to reach up and unzip his pants and let his cock out. What it would feel like, warm against her cheek. What it would taste like... if she would even like it. She stopped playing with her nipple and sucked on her two fingers. Would it be like that? Would it taste and feel that way?
She had heard some guys were into having their cocks spit on. She looked at her wet fingers glistening in the darkness. She rubbed herself a little more, took a breath, and spit on her fingers. The spit immediately dripped on her shirt and chest and she felt foolish. She was also surprised at how loud it was, and hoped no one heard. Her mind wandered to what would happen if her mom found out about this. If her mom knew she was masturbating to her "friend" how she would react. How she would react if she saw her head in his lap and his cock in her mouth.
Her hand went faster rubbing her clit. She moaned again, her eyes closing and her back arching. Her hand reached down to her chest, rubbing her spit across her small breasts as they pushed up into the air. Her hand then went back to her neck, her fingers moved faster, and an incredible feeling washed over her. Her hips bucked in the air and her legs gave out as she moaned and felt the incredible pleasure wash over her in waves. It was incredible - she'd never orgasmed like this before. Her heart was still beating fast as she curled up under the covers, too spent to even put back on her panties. Her mind drifted again, wondering what was really going on between her parents and Daniel before she drifted off to sleep.
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Naomi woke up slowly, the light streaming into her room, her covers a mess. She looked down at herself, and saw her dark hair sticking to her chest. Everything about last night ran through her mind again, and she remembered with embarrassment that she spat on herself while she was thinking about Daniel. Daniel. Fuck. He had to be doing something with her mom, and maybe her dad too. This was so weird, and she couldn't help but be jealous and turned on at the same time. She wanted to be his pet, his slut, his little fuck doll to be hit and fucked and used. Her hand drifted down her body again before she stopped herself. She wouldn't get anything done today if she started this now.
She looked at the clock and saw it was a bit later than usual. The alarm on her phone hadn't gone off because it was Saturday, though typically she woke up before the alarm anyways. Maybe it was the wine that made her sleep longer. Or that incredible orgasm. Oh well. She rolled out of bed and put on her panties over her bald pussy. She kept it shaved because it felt nice when she touched herself, and should anyone ever lick her down there she thought they might appreciate it too. Plus, the feeling of the razor against her skin was kind of erotic.
She sighed softly and padded out into the empty hallway and over to the bathroom to get ready. She took her shower, straightened her hair, put on her eyeliner and deodorant. Then she snuck back into her room to get changed. She put on a little lacey black thong that her mother didn't know she bought, and her favorite black pushup bra. She decided on something a little cuter today, one of her black skirts with a little silver chain on it, and a black Clash t-shirt that hugged her well and showed off her breasts nicely. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, but something was missing. She went back to her drawer and dug around until she found it, the choker she had bought a while back from a thrift store. It was a black velvet rope with a cross on it, very gothic. She thought it added a certain touch, and it looked a lot like a collar. And god did she want a collar.
Naomi put on her boots and headed down the stairs, hearing her mom humming away in the kitchen. She sounded quite happy. It made Naomi focus more on what had happened last night. She got down the stairs and saw her sister eating a big breakfast of eggs, oatmeal, and toast. She must have a game today... which means the family will have to go. Ugh.
"Hello there, sweetie," her mom said as she walked in. Naomi sat down next to her sister, and her mother brought over some eggs and toast for her.
"Thanks, mom," she said, taking a second look at her mother. She was dressed up more than usual for a soccer game, wearing a nice floral sundress and that necklace that Daniel had given her the other night, as well as a pair of her nicer sandals. Come to think of it, she seemed a little more cheery than usual.
"Are we doing something after soccer?" Naomi asked. Her dad walked in from the garage, bringing in some groceries.
"Yeah, we're going to have a little barbeque after the game," he answered. Naomi saw Megan shift and get a confused look on her face. It probably mirrored the one on her own.
"Dad, why are we having a barbeque? I don't think we've had one in a year," Megan said. Dad bent over and started putting some beers in the fridge, another odd addition. Mom glanced back at him and looked back at the girls, her hand playing with her necklace.
"Daniel is going to meet us at the game, and we thought it would be nice to have him over after," mom replied. Naomi's heart skipped a beat, and she forgot for a moment to keep chewing. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but just saw Megan with a confused look on her face still.
"Didn't you just see him last night?" Megan asked. Her mom gave her a bemused look back.
"Yes, we did, and we are close friends and want to spend more time together. We used to be inseparable, you know. We're really happy to have him back in the area," mom said patiently. Her eyes glanced over at Naomi, and Naomi looked down at her food, blushing.
"It seems weird that he'd want to come to my soccer game," Megan slurred, her mouth half full of food.
"Clearly he's just fallen for you because of your class and charm," Julie retorted, causing Megan to turn red as she quickly swallowed her food.
"Mom, that's gross," Megan said, then continued eating. Naomi looked at her mother, who smiled at her, and then looked at what she was wearing a little more intently. Naomi suddenly felt more self-conscious.
"You are awful dressed up for a soccer game, Naomi," her mother said, her eyes falling down to the choker she had on. Naomi thought there was a hint of a smile on her lips, or something else that she couldn't quite interpret. She stuttered for a second.
"I... I just wanted to dress up a little today. I don't need a reason for that," she said.
Her mother pursed her lips, and that hint of what she thought was a smile showed up again. Naomi pushed her chair back.
"I'll go change," Naomi said.
"No, you look lovely, honey, stay just the way you are," said her mother, who was now smiling and playing with the necklace around her neck. Naomi watched her turn around and start typing on her phone. Naomi sighed with relief and was headed up to her room when her dad called out asked her to help bring things to the car. She gave out another big sigh before heading down and helping him out.
The drive over to the soccer fields was as boring as she expected. She had her ear buds in with the noise cancelling turned on and she focused on the music as she stared out the window. She noticed her mother was on her phone more than usual, and she seemed unusually focused on keeping her dress neat. She kept flattening it down with her hands and glancing over at dad. Come to think of it, dad seemed a little on edge himself. Naomi couldn't figure out what was going on here, but it had to be something with Daniel. She'd never seen her parents like this before.
They got to the soccer field and Megan headed off to warm up with her team. Her parents headed to the stands, but it was sunny and hot so Naomi headed over to sit under one of the trees that lined the field. She sat under the tree texting her friends and playing one of the RPGs that she had on her phone. It wasn't long before something out of the corner of her eye caused her to look up. Her heart thumped. It was Daniel.
He looked down at her, putting his phone in his pocket and smiling at her, his eyes wandering over legs, up her skirt, and lingering on her chest.
"What a lovely outfit. Combat Rock was a great album, and that choker seems so appropriate for you. How long have you been into punk?"
She reached up and touched her choker, her mind flashing back to why she put it on that morning, her stomach feeling like it was twisted up in a hot ball, making it hard to talk.
"I, uh... my friend and I, I mean, listen to it a lot. She's really into, like, classic punk and stuff and I like the lyrics a lot."
His eyebrow arched at her and he smiled.
"A little bit of a rebel?" he asked.
