And Monica had sent over an Off-Broadway play ('it's a short run. Sixweeks. The star has to get back to her series.') about, surprisesurprise, a fam...ly in crisis. I was auditioning for the youngerdaughter, who was into cutting, self-mutilation. The script hit alittle too raw and close to me, but I thought about what Sadie said,about making sure I acted first. I wasn't feeling cute.I went through the motions of getting dressed, in a short skirt andsweater and light makeup. I combed my hair. Ann wouldn’t date her brother. They decided to wait until the siblings came out and act like they just ran into her. That would give them a better look at her date who shouldn’t have been in the female dressing room with her.Meanwhile, behind the dressing room door, Ann was stripping down to try on her choices. She was standing in her lace-trimmed and slightly padded bra with her pastel panties that had a Strawberry Shortcake on them. She knew she was supposed to be mature, but she still. I quickly threw a shy glance at her and our eyes met. Her eyes were cold, emotionless."Now I want you to suck it," I heard Roger's voice from behind my mom. "Suck it like you mean it, this time." Mom rolled her eyes and set her jaw. She looked angry, but brought her head forward. She looked down at my dick, shut her eyes and brought her mouth down over it.I couldn't quite believe that I was so eager to get sucked off by my mom. That thought was quick in passing as I felt her warm, slippery. I’m certainly not ready for that kind of thing to happen in real life. I’m still almost a month away from turning fourteen!Looking at the faces of my tormenters I realized I had dawdled as long as I could. Their patience was all but non-existent to begin with. I’ve apparently used up their small supply. Rather than submit to having one of my few remaining changes of clothing torn from my body I crossed my arms in front of me and pulled my t-shirt up over my head and off. I swear I could feel.