Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2013 19:03:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Watch Me - Chapter 2 ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you're reading this, then you are a Nifty reader. Please donate to help keep the Nifty archive going! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!*** Watch Me – Part 2 Mom was in a crazy rush the next morning. I couldn't tell if she was really rushed to get to work, or if she was afraid to make eye contact with me. I felt her kiss on the top of my head before heading out and I hoped that I hadn't screwed something up between us. I grabbed my lunch sack from the refrigerator, seeing that it was put together sloppier than usual. Mom normally made my lunch look neat and made with care. I decided that, when Mom came home from work, I would lay off the sex stuff and maybe that would smooth things over with her. I didn't have a lot of homework to rush through during lunch again which was nice. Ryan sat next to me, shaking his head at my hurried scribbling. "Is your Dad coming over again?" Ryan asked. It took me a second to recall that I had lied to him about my Dad coming over the previous day, so that I could go to the park after school. "He might come over." I said, feeling bad about lying again. When I was done with my homework for the morning assignments, I focused on eating my lunch, thinking about Mom as I bit into my ham sandwich. I remembered Mom pausing at my bedroom door to get a good look at my hand on my dick. I recalled the intense rush that went through me as Mom decided to stay and watch as I had my orgasm. "Have you ever seen your Mom naked?" I asked Ryan, seeing his eyes widen. Ryan looked around the lunch room and then leaned in close to whisper. "Yes. Why?" Ryan's expression of disgust told me that he never thought of her in a sexual way. I wondered if, with the right kind of stimulation, anyone could learn to jack off while thinking of their Mom. I shrugged and then lied to my best friend, "I don't know. I saw my Mom naked yesterday and it was neat." "Wow! Serious?" Ryan asked, as quiet as possible, "Did you get to see everything?" I felt my dick stiffen under the table as I responded to my curious friend. "Yeah. I saw her boobs and her pussy." "How'd you get to see her?" Ryan asked, checking to make sure no one was listening. "I saw her come out of the shower." I said. It was a turn-on seeing my friend's reaction to my lie and I was caught between feeling bad about the lie and wanting to keep going. "I jacked off last night and this morning, thinking about her." I said in a whisper. "But she's your Mom!" Ryan said in hushed disbelief. I shrugged again and said, "So? I wish I could see her again." Ryan looked down at the table and mumbled, "I don't think I could do that. I don't think I could think of my mom like that." "Try it." I suggested. "Right now, think about jacking off to your Mom." "No." Ryan said. "That's gross." "Ok then, tonight when you're jacking off. Think about her. Even if it feels bad, just keep going." I offered. Ryan put on his look of disgust again, but he agreed to do it. I wished we could practice with jacking off to his Mom after school, but I wanted to try the park again. When school let out and we were about to part ways, walking home, I reminded him and he agreed once more to think about his mom while masturbating. When I arrived at the park, I was surprised to see that there were more adults than normal. The adults looked like the crossing guards at the school because they were wearing fluorescent orange vests. Two of the adults were walking off into the trails in the woods and there was another one by the bathrooms. "Are you here with an adult?" The old lady asked me before I could go into the restroom. "No." I replied. "Alright, if you see anything strange happen in the park, or if you need help, let me know." She said. I nodded my head in agreement and then went into the restroom. I didn't bother going into the stall because I couldn't really do much with that lady hanging around. I took a quick piss at the urinal and then left. As I was leaving the restroom, I noticed the letters on the lady's vest that said `Community Watch', with a big cartoon eye. I was pretty sure that the community watch was sparked by what happened the previous day when Gary and I got caught. I immediately thought it was a stupid idea that adults spend too much time with. I smiled a bit as I thought about a different kind of a community watch where the groups of people volunteered to watch you masturbate. That would be a better kind of `watch'. I left through the trail in the thick woods that would lead to my neighborhood. I was feeling let down, knowing that I wouldn't be able to have any bathroom fun but I still wanted to do something erotic. I looked around and I appeared to be alone so I dropped my pants and briefs down to my ankles, feeling the rush as my cock and balls were out in the open. My breathing became shaky and I pulled the hem of my shirt up so that my chin could hold it. Except for my shoulders and feet, I was naked to the world and it was an exhilarating feeling. I began jacking my dick, wishing that someone could watch me. I let out moans that were loud enough to be heard echoing off the trees. Suddenly I heard voices in the distance and I squatted immediately, peeking over the shrubs. I could feel my naked butt touch a cold rock and it was a wonderful reminder of my nakedness. I saw that the distant voices were coming from two of the community watch people in their bright vests, so I pulled up my pants and rushed out of the park. As I walked home, I realized how difficult it would be to meet up with Gary again and my heart sank a bit. I thought that maybe Gary would try to see more boys at a different park, and I decided that I should ride to another location on a weekend when I was at Mom's house. It wasn't until I was almost all the way through the front door, that I realized Mom's car was parked in the driveway. I looked at my watch to see that it was still only 3:45 which was too early for Mom to be home. I didn't see her in the kitchen and she wasn't in the living room. I thought maybe she had come home early because she was sick. I tossed my backpack into my room and headed toward Mom's bedroom, where the door was open a crack. I peeked through the opening, feeling my heart immediately start racing as I saw Mom's naked bottom half, with her hand moving around her pussy. Mom was lying on her back moving around and letting out squeaky moans as she rubbed herself. My heart was racing at full speed and on instinct; I backed away from the door so she couldn't see me. I was torn between wanting to watch and feeling like I shouldn't intrude. I liked stuff like this, but this felt too dangerous. I decided to take another quick peek through the crack in the door and then mention what I saw later, during dinner. I could hear the sound of Mom's continued moans as her legs moved all around on the bed. My dick was already hard and I was mashing my pants against it, wishing I could go in for a closer look. I heard Mom shout as her pelvis hopped up and down against her finger. The loud noise startled me and I knocked my head against the door frame. I thought she heard me, but she continued to pleasure herself. I stepped back again, wondering if Mom would flip out on me if she knew that I was watching her. I imagined what Mom's face would look like if I walked right in and let her see me. The surge in my dick was strong, in reaction to what could happen. I kept mashing the crotch of my pants and thinking that Mom was moaning a lot and she would probably have her orgasm soon. I quickly decided that it was now or never. I opened the door all the way and walked in, watching Mom's closed eyes, and she was rubbing her stomach and letting her hand circle under her purple blouse. My shoes made no noise on the carpet as I approached and I took in as much or the view as possible, noticing that Mom grooms her pubic hair to a nice square patch. I loved how Mom's legs twitched and opened and closed as she pleasured herself. There was something that was so erotic about the way her pelvis gyrated in waves, circling her butt on the bed sheets. "Mark!" Mom barked as she closed her legs on her hand. "What are you doing home so early?" Mom rolled onto her side with her knees pointed away from me, which let me see her bare butt and back. "You shouldn't be seeing this, Mark." Mom said. "Were you masturbating?" I asked, putting on the `clueless' act again. "Yes. Remember how I said people wouldn't like a Mom and son sharing stuff like this?" She asked, looking at me over her shoulder. "But I said that I wouldn't tell anyone." I reminded her. "Besides, how am I gonna know how girls masturbate? Can I just see you do it a little bit? Then I promise I`ll leave." Mom paused in thought and then she said almost to herself. "I don't know." "Please?" I begged her. "I won't tell anyone and I'll only see a little bit." Mom let out a frustrated sigh and then she asked, "Secret?" I nodded my head, "I'll keep it a secret. I promise." My breath was shaky as I watched my Mom reluctantly turn to lie on her back again. She brought her knees up and then spread her legs wide. I stepped closer so that I was leaning against the mattress of Mom's bed. I was standing at Mom's waist, seeing her finger rub at the top of the slit between her legs. "That's the part that feels good?" I asked. "Yes." Mom's shaky voice answered. She began moving her finger a little faster and I could see the muscles in her stomach and pelvis respond to her own touch. Mom's legs twitched like mine did when I was jacking off and I could see her eyes wander a bit as she kept a steady pace. "Does it only feel good to you at the top, where your finger is?" I asked, hearing the nervousness in my voice. Mom didn't respond right away. She continued rubbing herself and letting out small gasps. Finally she answered, in a low voice, "It feels good all over, but this is the best spot." "My penis feels good all over too, but some places are better." I said. Mom's rubbing got faster and she was looking up at the ceiling. I could see her legs tense up and she let out a moan. Her eyes met mine and then she quickly looked away again. It looked like Mom was really into it, like how I got when it felt amazing. I began rubbing my dick against my clothing. Mom glanced at my hand and then looked away again, but she didn't stop rubbing herself. "Doesn't it feel really good when someone watches?" I asked. She let out a whimper as she rubbed her pussy a lot faster. Her feet lifted off of the bed as her legs tensed and shook with every forceful rub of her finger. I leaned on the edge of the mattress letting the crotch of my jeans rub against the bed like I was fucking it. Mom was really getting into it, letting her hips roll against her hand at a fast rate, It looked like Mom was getting too far into the good feelings to ask me to leave, but I wanted to be sure. "Can I stay until you finish?" I asked. Mom was moaning loudly and her fast movements were shaking the bed. I felt her left hand grab my forearm and hold onto it. I placed my other hand on Mom's hand, wondering if my touch felt erotic to her. Her face looked like she was in pain, but she said, "Don't tell anyone and you can stay." "I said I wouldn't tell. Remember?" I reminded her. Mom was letting out loud, squeaky moans and she thrashed around on the bed. Mom was masturbating just like the screaming girl in the video that Ryan and I had watched one time. "Almost there." Mom moaned. I saw her eyes meet mine and then she was staring at my crotch as I dry humped it against the mattress. She still had her hand on my arm, and she was caressing me as she speed-fingered herself. "Oh, honey!" Mom groaned. "What?" I asked, thinking she was trying to get my attention. "Oh, honey! Don't tell anyone!" She repeated. I was going to remind her again that, I had promised to keep it a secret, but then I felt her hand leave my arm and then grab my butt. I gasped loudly as I felt my Mom's hand kneading my butt and pressing me against the bed. I was letting her hand guide my humping and it didn't take long before I felt the numb tingle in my dick as I started to orgasm. My whole body tensed and Mom's hand squeezed my butt harder, pressing me against the bed. I reached out and held onto Mom's bent knee and my body spasmed. "That's it, honey! That's it, baby boy!" Mom said and she pressed harder. I was leaning forward until finally my face was smashed against Mom's naked knee. I heard my uneven and muffled breath against Mom's skin while I came hard. Mom's hand was suddenly moving around more, under my shirt and up my back. Every touch from Mom intensified every jolt of pleasure that shot through my body. "Oh shit!" Mom shouted. "Oh fuck, honey!" I gasped again when I felt Mom's hand move down my back and into my pants. I felt her fingers push past the elastic band of my briefs, letting her hand cup my butt cheeks. "I'm cumming, Honey!" Mom yelled. Mom's body tensed and she began screaming as her hand grabbed at my butt. I could feel her middle finger slide up and down my crack. I was still shuddering in my own pleasure, letting Mom's hand feel me up, making the end of my orgasm even better. Mom's whole body jerked on the bed and then she pulled her legs together tight against her rubbing hand. She was letting out a continuous moan while her body shook and she never took her hand out of my pants the whole time. I spread my legs, feeling Mom's hand move under to touch my balls as she writhed on the bed. I closed my legs together, clamping her wiggling fingers. "Oh, honey." Mom moaned, as her muscles twitched and she curled into a ball on the bed. I was still trying to catch my breath after cumming harder than I ever had before. I placed a hand onto Mom's shoulder, caressing and trying to comfort her as she shuddered on the bed. I felt Mom's hand pull out of my pants and my eyes met hers, seeing an expression of fear on her face. Finally, Mom stopped flinching from the remaining waves of her orgasm. She backed away, scooting away from me on the bed. "Go! Get out!" Mom ordered me, pointing at the door. "No." I responded, "Please, Mom. Don't feel bad about it. It felt good." "Go!" Mom shouted, "I shouldn't have done any of this!" I felt a knot in my throat and my face became hot. I knew I was going to start crying, but I couldn't help it. I left the room quickly, seeing Mom cover up to hide from me. I went into my room and sat on my bed trying to take in all that had just happened. I wiped the tears away and tried to reason the situation out. Mom knew that I was going to come home after school, because if I go anywhere else, I have to text her for permission. There was no way she didn't know that I would come home right away, so I knew that she expected me to be here when she was masturbating. After what felt like forever, I heard Mom's bedroom door open. I could hear her walking down the hall to the kitchen probably to start getting things ready for dinner. I took a few deep breaths and then walked out of my room and toward the kitchen. She was there at the kitchen counter, laying out veggies for our meal. "Are you okay, Mom?" I asked, stepping forward cautiously. "Yes." She answered quietly. I climbed up to sit on the bar stool at the counter and watched Mom try to keep busy. I saw Mom pause just before she was going to chop the celery. "I shouldn't have done any of that." Mom said, again. "Why not?" I asked. Mom chopped the clump of celery with almost machine precision without saying a word. I saw her hands pause in mid-chop as she said, "Because now I feel bad; just like when I watched you masturbate last night." "I feel awesome, Mom." I told her. "I'm glad we did that together." Mom was silent, as she chopped and gathered piles of celery. Before starting to peel a cucumber, Mom looked like she was going to say something, but then she stayed quiet. "I liked it." I added, watching her expression, "You liked it too." That was the end of the conversation. I waited for her to say something but she remained silent. She didn't say another word until she called me for dinner. We ate in silence in the living room. One of Mom's favorite singing competition shows was on, but it felt like she had it on to make noise, so she wouldn't have to talk. I was sure Mom wasn't interested in the television at all. I went into my bedroom after finishing my plate of food. I could hear Mom washing our dirty dishes and when I stopped hearing water from the faucet, I knew she was back in the living room again. I undressed completely, liking the feel of my naked body, available for all to see. My heart was pounding again as I opened my bedroom door and felt the breeze in the hallway on my skin. I walked into the living room, seeing Mom sitting on the recliner, staring at the television. I walked over to stand beside her and she inhaled quickly when she saw that I was nude. "Come on, Mom." I said, as I took her hand into my own. "Come watch me." "Oh, honey." Mom sighed as she stared at my hard-on. "Do you like seeing me naked?" I asked, moving in front of her. "I guess...maybe." Mom said, quietly. "But I don't like feeling bad about what I do." "Then don't feel bad." I said, gesturing for her to follow me to my room. I walked down the hall but Mom didn't follow. I was unsure of what she might do because of her reaction earlier. However, I knew that if Mom went through all the trouble to get off of work early to let me catch her masturbating, she had to really like it. I lay there, spread out on my bed and listening for Mom's footsteps. I knew that she liked being watched, but I also knew that she felt bad about it too. All I could do was wait to see what would happen. Several scenarios ran though my head as I waited, but the one that stood out was one where Mom told me that I was too perverted and then sent me to a foster home. My hard-on had wilted and I suddenly felt stupid lying naked, waiting for something that would never happen. That's when I noticed that Mom was already peeking her head into my bedroom. I spread my legs wide, feeling my cock become rigid again. Mom's gaze darted to my dick and then she looked into my eyes again. I began stroking my dick as she slowly walked closer. "It's called `incest'." Mom said and she sat on the edge of my bed, facing me. Her left thigh was pressed against my naked waist. I scooted closer, letting more of my leg touch her thigh. "What's `incest'?" I asked. "It's when two family members engage in sexual actions together." Mom answered. The definition sent a tingle though me. I began rubbing my dick a bit faster as I looked into my Mom's nervous eyes. "Most people think it's disgusting." Mom continued, "But I guess I kind of like it." "Me too." I moaned. "Maybe I just have to learn to handle it." She said. I felt Mom's hand rubbing in circles on my chest and I began rubbing my dick super-fast. "Don't feel bad about it. Okay, Mom?" I asked, hearing my voice shake from my movement. "I'll try." Mom said as she moved her hand to running her fingers through my hair. "I guess it makes me feel like a bad mother, afterward. But it feels amazing when I'm doing it." I let out a whimper as I felt Mom's fingers soothe me, like she did when I was sick with a fever. It was a `Mom-thing' that was suddenly mixed with the most stimulating erotic pleasure. "I think this amazing feeling is worth it." She added. I sucked in a quick breath when Mom leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Oh!" I moaned, holding the back of her head. Mom pulled back a bit, seeing my eyes half shut. "Were you having an orgasm yesterday, when I came home and asked if you wanted pizza?" My heart felt like it was pounding so hard that it would burst from my chest. My face became warm and almost numb and it felt like a dream as I answered, "Yeah." "I wondered if that's what was going on." Mom said as she kissed my forehead repeatedly. "I made you cum." "It felt so good, Mom." I breathed. The good feelings were better than usual. I was feeling incredibly turned on and I wanted it to feel even better. I reached my left hand out to place it on Mom's inner thigh. She sat up a bit, seeing my hand on her leg. I eased my fingers forward until I was almost at her crotch. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Mom asked with a shaky voice. I paused and then nodded my head to say `Yes'. Mom put on a half-smile and then she scooted forward a bit. "Okay. Go ahead." She quietly said. I pushed my hand forward, letting my fingertips press against the crotch of Mom's beige slacks. She shuddered in response and I felt her legs twitch. Mom's eyes met mine and it felt weird; like we were doing something wrong, but it was also something that felt too good to stop. Mom's hand held mine and guided my touch. She turned my hand around so that it was palm up and my thumb was pressing against what would be the top of her pussy. I squeezed my fingers and thumb together and that made Mom push her hips forward a bit. "Just like that, honey." Mom gasped. "Keep doing that." I moved my fingers with more force and Mom seemed to like that. As I watched her half-closed eyes, I realized that I was doing exactly what Gary had told me to do, `...reach right out and pinch her pussy until she cums.' "You already knew how to masturbate, before you asked me about it. Huh?" Mom asked, between breaths. I nodded my head in response, unable to hide a guilty expression. I pressed my thumb against Mom repeatedly, feeling the wet warmth of her pussy. "You knew I was going to catch you masturbating today, huh?" I asked. Mom was gasping and squeezing her legs shut at random. I tried to keep my hand in there no matter how much Mom moved around. "Yes." Mom answered. "I was at work and I was remembering when I used to give you a bath when you were really young. Sometimes your little penis would get hard." I sucked in a loud breath as I felt Mom's fingers touch my hardon. Suddenly we were masturbating each other and it felt amazing. Mom continued, "And one time, I got curious and decided to rub it a little." "How old was I?" I asked as I jutted my hips upward against Mom's touch. "You were too young to remember." Mom answered as she started to rub my dick faster. "But you seemed to like it, so I took your little penis into my mouth. You were so small, and you made cute little noises as you came in my mouth." "Oh, Mom!" I moaned as I tensed up all of my muscles while she rubbed me. "I felt bad after doing that and I promised myself that I'd never do it again." Mom added. "Looks like I didn't keep my promise." Mom quickly repositioned herself so that she was lower on the bed. I moaned loudly when I felt Mom's lips on my cock. My hands quickly moved to hold the back of her head as she sucked me off. I couldn't stop my loud moaning because the pleasure was almost too intense. My fingers gripped Mom's hair tighter as I felt the most erotic waves surge through me. Every muscle in my body instantly clenched as I felt the start of my orgasm. I let slip a high pitch yelp as I grabbed Mom's head, holding it there as I fucked into her mouth. Mom moaned as she continued to suck with force, making me moan even louder. One of her hands lightly caressed my balls while the other hand rubbed at my stomach. I couldn't stop myself from pushing Mom's head down onto my throbbing dick. I pressed so hard on her head that I felt her nose mash against my skin. "Don't stop!" I ordered as my whole body shook on the bed. Every swirl of Mom's tongue made me flinch and grab her hair tighter. I could feel Mom's labored breathing through her nose, taking in my scent as she made me orgasm. My dick twitched and spasmed as I tried to pump jets of cum that my body couldn't produce yet. As the waves of pleasure subsided, and my dick became sensitive, I asked Mom to slow down. She slowed on her sucking, which felt soothing. I lay on the bed feeling the after-twitches from my orgasm and liking that Mom's stimulation felt wrong and awesome at the same time. "Has anyone else ever sucked your dick before, Mark?" Mom asked, making a smacking sound with her lips when she pulled off of my dick. "No." I replied. "I'm the only one." Mom said, almost to herself. Mom's right hand moved to her crotch and she began rubbing the wet spot between her legs. She moved her head back down, kissing my balls while she masturbated herself. "I wish you could squirt cum." She moaned against my skin, between kisses. "We could make an incest baby right now." "You'd let me do that?" I asked, with wide eyes. "You would let me squirt it into you?" "Yes, honey." Mom answered in a low voice. My whole body flinched when Mom's lips sucked on my dick again. I gritted my teeth is response, trying to take the overloading stimulation. "Slow down." I requested as I held onto Mom's head. Mom quickly pulled her mouth off of my dick, making me flinch again. She groaned through barred teeth as she rubbed her crotch with vigor. Finally Mom stood up and began unbuttoning her pants. As soon as Mom's pants were all the way down, she grabbed her blouse and pulled hard, making the buttons fly off. She threw her blouse onto my bedroom floor and then she was left standing with only her white panties and purple bra as covering. "Are you ready to see my pussy again?" She asked. Without waiting for me to answer, Mom hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs until they hit the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and undid her bra and watched my response as I saw her naked tits bounce slightly. Her nipples were hard and I was filled with the immediate need to touch them. When Mom kicked off her sandals, she was completely naked. "It makes my pussy feel good because you're watching me." Mom said as she continued rubbing her pussy with one hand. My eyes watched as Mom fingered her left nipple with her free hand. I wondered if that added to the good feelings, since I had seen girls do it in videos online. "Does it feel good when you rub your...?" I trailed off, feeling embarrassed to say the word `nipple'. Mom smiled at me and then sat at my side again, facing me. She leaned forward and grabbed my hand, placing it on her left breast. "It feels amazing." Mom answered. She guided my finger tips to gently run across the surface of her nipple. Mom shuddered in response to my touch, so I kept doing it like she showed me. "Can you do me a favor, honey?" Mom asked, in a weak voice. I nodded to say yes, but I kept stimulating Mom's nipple, liking how it made her react. "Can you keep making my nipple feel good, but use your tongue instead?" Mom asked. I sucked in a quick breath and then sat up, staring at Mom's breasts. "Will milk come out?" I asked. "No, honey." She said, "It will just make me feel really good." Mom was still rubbing her pussy as I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out. Mom's left hand held the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her left nipple. Mom gasped loudly when my tongue touched her skin. I stiffened my tongue and ran the surface of if across her stiff eraser-like tip. Mom moaned and pulled my head closer against her. "Oh Shit!" Mom almost shouted. "That's it, honey. Feed on Mommy." I sucked in harder and let her skin roll against my lips and tongue. The bed was shaking because she was rubbing herself so fast. I reached my left hand out to play with Mom's right tit and she seemed to like that a lot. "Oh god!" Mom yelled. "You're gonna make me cum, Mark!" I pulled off of sucking briefly to say, "Don't feel bad after. Okay?" "I'll try not to." She replied, mashing my face against her tit again, forcing me to continue suckling. "What we're doing is so wrong, but it feels so good!" She was rubbing herself so fast and pulling me against her so that I was almost suffocating. Suddenly Mom kissed the top of my head and whispered, "Here we go. You're making me cum. Mom's whole body flexed and she was moaning loudly as she shuddered against me. "My son is making me cum!" Mom screamed, making me jump. Mom's body tightened up and she closed her legs tight on her rubbing hand as she convulsed. I could hear Mom gasping with every spasm from her orgasm and I reached both arms out to hug her tight against me. My mouth never left her nipple, but I was trying to be gentle as she came, thinking that maybe girls get sensitive too. Mom's masturbating hand began moving slower and as she slowed, she tilted backward. Little by little she leaned back until she was lying on my bed. I repositioned myself so that I was lying next to Mom, but still sucking on her nipple. Mom had her eyes closed and she had stopped rubbing herself as she caught her breath. Finally, I felt her hands hold my head softly to pull me off of her tit. She smiled at me and then kissed my forehead, letting my head rest on her shoulder. "Do you feel bad now?" I asked, carefully. Mom didn't answer immediately; she stared up at the ceiling and ran her fingers through my hair thoughtfully. Finally, she answered. "Yes, I feel bad. But I think it's something I'll get over a lot quicker this time." "Good." I said. -End Part Two ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!***