[dabari]

LIVING IN THE PAST
(Part 1)
My mother, Mya, is the type of woman that lives in the glory days of yesteryear. She was on the cheerleading team in high school, also prom queen. She went to a college in a sorority where she surrounded herself with other hot girls like herself and spent more time partying and scoring than studying. It was amazing at all that she graduated. Of course she was only going to beauty school but wanted to be a model. She didn’t get the big dreams of being a supermodel like she wanted though. She was a ‘small time’ model. You’d see her in things like the lingerie section of a Sears catalog, or a magazine ad depicting her in a scant bathing suit or other revealing attire advertising for something that doesn’t have anything to do with a nearly naked woman. In any case she all but gave up and at the ripe old age of 23, got married and had me.

My father, Jonathan, loved my mother dearly. But the fact of the matter was that he used to be a star college football quarterback, and she married him thinking she’d get a free ride. But as fate would have it, a severely bad tackle left him with a career ending injury, and he had to bow out. By then, I was already born and she was stuck with him—and me.

I don’t remember much in the way of happy memories growing up. I think that my parents stayed together more for my sake than anything. My days would consist of going to school, coming home, eating a meal that was poorly made by my mother, and waiting for my dad, who busied himself with work just so he didn’t have to come home and get in another argument with mom. It wouldn’t be arguments really, more like her complaining how their lives could have been or should have been, and dad trying to show her we weren’t bad off, but she would reminisce about the past and he’d throw his arms up and leave.

Now make no mistake, my mother was and is still a very attractive woman. She never stopped her health-nut lifestyle and exercised daily, watched her intake, and now looks like someone, dare I say, half of her age. When I was still in high school, my friends would always tell me how hot my mom was and how lucky I was having her as my mom. I’d blow them off, saying how wrong that was, but I knew they were right. More than once I had accidently seen her naked in the shower when she left the door open, or caught her dressing. Her body was one of virtual perfection. Her ample chest was still plump and perky, sometimes she didn’t wear a bra and they still jutted out proudly. Her long black hair slowed just past her shoulders, and was always had a silky shine. Her legs were long and thick, the good kind of thick, as well as her ass that was plump and wiggled sexily as she walked. To anyone else, she was a knockout, but to herself, she had to lose weight, because models were skinny and she wasn’t anymore. There were times however, when I had caught her naked, and she saw me as well, and she would give a wry smile and slowly close the door with a mischievous look on her face. Other times when my friends would complement her on her looks and she would give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which is why I think they complemented her so much in the first place.

Mom would go out with ‘the girls’ a lot as well. Some of her sorority friends and she would go out on the town and get liquored up, and come home in a drunken stupor like they were still 20 years younger. Dad would be home and try to help her to bed, but more times than not she’d yell at him in her drunken haze that he was just trying to get in her pants like all the other guys out there. I think that bothered dad a lot, but he would never say anything about it. He’d just put her to bed and sleep on the couch. She’d wake up and they’d make up, just to have the process repeat some other weekend. After a while with that kind of behavior, however, it’ll wear down anyone.

During one night of partying, mom came home and dad was there to put her to bed. Her friends came in as well, and they all verbally attacked him on how he was just a construction worker and how much of a failure he was as a football player and would have, could have, should have. I’ve never seen dad angry before that night, and he absolutely blew up, yelling and screaming back at them all and all but physically throwing out all of mom’s friends out of the house. Mom and dad argued, I mean really argued for hours after that. They were screaming so much that I said the hell with it and called one of my friends on my cell to let him know I had to come over, and in full view of both of them, left the house with an announcement of where I was going. Dad didn’t really argue with me, he knew what was up, but mom had to put her two cents in, and then they argued about me as I was leaving. It was just a mess.

Within a month they were divorced. I think that night was the straw that broke the camels’ back for dad. Mom got virtually everything, but I was 16 at the time, so she would only get 2 years of child support. It ended up being 1, as I joined the military with a waiver from my father. Mom cried when I left, dad gave me a hug. They were civil with each other for all of the time it took to drop me off at the airport, and I watched them part ways without another word.

It was after Basic Training that I had a short leave before going to my first duty station. I visited them both separately, and both of them pretty much told me the same thing. I had put on a lot of muscle; I looked good, they were proud of me, the whole she-bang. Then off I went to Fort Hood, where I trained as a scout. I made rank, and in 3 years, was already a Sergeant, and was already promotable to Staff Sergeant, but had to wait for my time in service to come around (you had to have certain prerequisites, even time in the service). I was still single, and during a change of station, had a month leave time coming to me.

Of course I went home and visited. By then dad was in a managerial position at his company and making twice as much money as he did as a worker. We talked for a long time and I stayed over the night. The next day I stayed over at moms, and she just fawned over how handsome I looked and I was nothing but muscles. Training as a soldier would do that to you. Not to mention going to the gym almost every day and going through the Army’s combatitives courses. There are 4 levels. I was certified level 3 at the time (I’m 4 now). Point is, she was really all over me. Almost uncomfortably so. But having a hot mom does take the edge off of that a little. Especially if she’s pawing at you in a low cut shirt and tight jeans. We had rocky road ice cream that night, one of the few times she ever indulged, even though it was her favorite.

It just so happened that it was a weekend that I was staying over. Of course mom was still going out with the girls as it were, but apparently she had gone out a lot less since I remembered. She even admitted to the other girls not partying as much anymore. She was almost a loner at this point. Maybe they finally grew up. Well good for them. Mom on the other hand…

To be continued...

[dabari]

Continued...

I was still up when she got home. I looked out of the window to my old room and saw her not with the girls, but with some guy. She was drunk of course and very flirty. Even as he tried to help her to the house she was falling all over him and practically molesting him as they walked up. I shook my head in virtual disbelief. Had she forgotten I was even here? The door opened up and they stumbled in. I peeked out of the door to see them making out on the couch. I rolled my eyes and shut the door again. Jesus, she was too drunk to care I was there, or she really did forget.

After a few minutes, however, something changed. Sounds of them necking turned to sounds of her protesting, albeit drunkenly, at him doing whatever he was doing. What really got my attention was his rebuttal, “Come on, baby, you knew what we came here to do…”

Wow. Are you fucking serious?

I walked out in a flash and cleared my throat. “Is there a problem here?”

The man shot his head up. He was still over mom, who had her top off and her bra had been ripped off of her chest, still hanging by the straps, her breasts abounding out for all to see. Her dress had been pushed up and he still had a hand hooked into her panties. Mom tried to cover herself with her arms.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, as if I was annoying him.

“I’m her son,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Look kid, why don’t you…”

“Why don’t you do yourself a favor and get out of here?” I interrupted.

He got up and straightened out his shirt. “This doesn’t concern you, boy.” He said. I could smell the booze on him as he walked up to me. “This is grown up business.”

“I think you trying to fuck my mom without her consent concerns me.” I spat back. “Leave now.”

“Now you listen here…” he stuck his finger in my chest.

“Bad move.”

I grabbed his wrist with one hand and twisted it backwards. He went to his knees half in shock half in pain. I pulled him up and twisted again, putting his arm behind his back and ‘escorting’ him to the door. I ‘forgot’ to open it and he hit his head against it, then I opened it up and shoved him outside, waiting for him to do something, but he grumbled some obscenities and went to his car and drove off.

Closing and locking the door I turned to mom who hadn’t moved from the couch and was crying. I went to her immediately and held her to me. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed, barely making an effort to hide her nakedness at that point. I could only cradle her in my arms as she unloaded uncontrollably for quite a while before she got her composure back.

Sniffing she sat back up and tried to hold her bra around her breasts. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she apologized. “I’m so used to being alone I forgot you were staying the night.”

I figured as much. Her and her drunken ways.

I shrugged it off and helped her to her feet. “Don’t worry about it mom,” I consoled her. “I’m just glad I was here before something else happened.”

“I love you so much baby,” she slumped against me, letting the alcohol take over again. “You’re so good to me.”

“I love you too mom,” I genuinely said back, helping her into bed.

“I need to get out of these nasty clothes.” She complained, and fumbled at her attire. Not getting anywhere, she grabbed my arm before I left. “Help me, honey. I can’t do it.”

Raising an eyebrow I helped her as far as getting her shirt off. Her bra was busted so it just fell to the floor, her tits swaying with her efforts to disrobe. I couldn’t help but stare a beat at how perky they still were.

Mom must have noticed, since she giggled. “Been a while since you seen me naked, huh?”

I stood up and turned, blushing. “Sorry, ma, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay, baby,” she pulled her skirt down and dropped it to the floor. “I always knew you were checking me out growing up. I didn’t mind.” She giggled again. “I always thought it was kinda cute.”

“Yeah, well…” I stammered, still embarrassed. “It’s kinda hard not to, all considering.”

“You think I’m attractive?” she asked hopefully.

“Of course I do, mom,” I turned to her, but seeing her bosom looked away again. “It’s just not something people talk about.”

“I remember your friends growing up,” she smiled. “They used to fawn over me all the time.” She sighed. “Not anymore.”

“Mom, you’re 43, and you look like someone half your age.” I shook my head. “Anyone with half a brain would fawn over you all the time.”

“Humph,” she scoffed. “Your father didn’t.”

“Dad worshiped the ground you walked on,” I turned to her, a little annoyed. “You’re so vain with living in the past with your friends that you never saw what was right in front of you.” She stared at me, surprised in my tone. “You’re a beautiful woman, smart, sexy, and have everything going for you, but you wish you were something different. Like this isn’t good enough for you. Dad didn’t leave, you pushed him away.”

“You think I’m sexy?” she murmured.

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” I demanded.

“Honey,” she sat me down next to her in the bed and put a hand to my cheek. “You’re always so honest with me. You really think I’m sexy?”

“Mom…”

“Well do you?”

“Mom, you’re a milf if I ever knew one.”

She smiled and gave me a hug. I hugged her back, but after what seemed like the token time for hugs, she wouldn’t let go. She just squeezed tighter and started sniffling again.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” she asked, pain in her voice.

“You know I’m staying over, mom,” I shrugged.

“No,” she shook her head. “I mean with me.” She looked into my eyes. They were tearing up again.

I looked at her, shock on my face. “I—uh—don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please, honey,” she did start to cry again, “I just can’t be alone tonight. I just need to be held.”

Her face was pained and I killed me to see her like that. I knew that it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t watch her suffer like that. “Okay, mom,” I agreed. “Just don’t cry, okay?”

“Thank you, baby,” she sniffed, kissing me on the cheek.

To Be Continued...

[dabari]

Continued...

It was shortly after we were lying in bed together. Mom was still just in her panties, and I had stripped down to my boxers/briefs, as being next to another body under covers get a bit warm. Mom had fallen asleep almost straight away, but not before cozying up to me and putting an arm around me across my chest, and hooking one of her legs between mine. That was more an unconscious action after she dozed off, however. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I felt bad for mom. I thought she was just overcompensating for whatever she thinks she missed out on in life and that’s why she acted the way she did. I also felt like she was just a bad drunk that probably slutted herself out to anyone who wanted to get lucky for the past couple of years. Why else would she be bringing guys home? But then I thought about her getting fucked by someone, and I became acutely aware of my laying next to her naked form, and her breasts pressing against my side. Whether I wanted it or not, even with my mind spinning, I had a raging hard-on. Even though that was the case, I tried to get some sleep, as I was more or less hooked in and trapped by mom and couldn’t sneak out of bed. After some time, though, sleep finally took me and I found refuge in slumber. It didn’t last long.

I dreamt of mom. She was naked and in front of me. With a smile on her face she knelt down in front of me, to which I discovered my own nakedness. She put her head down and began a very deep and loving blowjob that was amazing. My god it felt so real. I was frozen in place, I just let it happen. It was a dream, what did I care? That is until I woke up, and still felt the warmth around my manhood.

Looking down, I saw mom, splayed out over me and sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Instantly awake, I looked down at mom, frozen in my shock. She noticed the movement and looked up at me. Still stroking my member, she didn’t say a word, just moaning and coming up to me, kissing me full on the lips. Her tongue darted in my mouth and her tits crushed against my chest. Getting enough of my wits about me, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back.

“Mom, what are you doing?” I gasped.

She just laid over me, my cock slipping between her thighs as she rubbed against me, kissing me even more. I tried to push her back but she just wriggled back into my arms. Her body pressed to mine, I felt her tits against my chest, her smell about me, her mound grazing my own manhood but not quite letting it slip in. I was delirious. I couldn’t make any sense of anything, and only knew the immediateness of this gorgeous woman wanting to be taken by me.

“Be with me,” she breathed. “I need you.” She positioned herself over me and I felt her sink down on my cock without even using her hands. It just lined up perfectly and sunk full hilt.

I gasped at how tight she actually was. Whether it was from lack of making love or exercises, I didn’t know, but as she straddled my body and rode me, her hands on my chest, her own bosom heaving with each breath and movement she made on me, I couldn’t help but start to start moving with her in rhythm. My hands grasped her thighs and guided her on my cock. As her moans of approval came my way, I dared to reach up and grab her chest. She smiled and groaned in pleasure as I squeezed and kneaded her tits. They were perky and firm to the touch, as supple as anyone much younger than she was.

“Oh god, I missed you so much,” mom moaned, looking down at me. Even in the dark I could tell she was in a haze herself.

“I missed you too,” I groaned, thrusting back up at her as she rode me.

“I’m so sorry I made you leave,” she looked like she was about to cry. “I never wanted that.”

“It’s okay, I’m here now.” I smiled up at her.

She smiled back, stirring her hips around on me. “Please don’t leave me again, John.”

I looked up at her, confused. “John?”

“I’ll be good, I promise.” She kept going, not missing a beat. “I won’t be so bitchy and I’ll listen from now on. I love you so much.” She was tearing up, and I felt a couple of them fall on my chest.

I was stunned. Mom thought I was dad! I didn’t know if it was the alcohol still in her or if she was dreaming or what, but she wasn’t with me, she was with my father! I looked up at her, and suddenly she seemed so fragile to me. A delicate flower that needed tending to. She had only been living in the past because she didn’t know how to deal with the future. It was all so clear to me now. I felt for her more than I ever had before; in a way I never had before, and I couldn’t help but want to comfort her.

“I love you too, baby,” I said, going with her delirium. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She gave a choking sob. “John!” she leaned over and kissed me passionately.

I hugged her to me and kissed her back just as much as she did me. We were lip-locked for quite some time before she finally sat back up and rode me even harder than before. She propped herself up with her arms so she could pump her hips up and down hard, and she pumped my cock for all it was worth. I thrust back equally hard, squeezing her tits and exploring every inch inside of her. She felt wonderful, and it was almost a natural feeling as we fucked each other. We weren’t making love. It was raw desire and the need to be with someone else that fueled our fire.

I pushed her over and she went down with a yelp as I got between her legs and started pumping for myself. She wrapped her arms around me and held her legs up as I hooked my elbows around her legs and pushed them up and out, letting me penetrate her even more. She howled in pleasure and begged me to fuck her harder and harder. We were both animals in bed, growling and grunting in raw carnal pleasure. Reaching up, still hooked in her legs, I grabbed her arms and pinned them down to the bed, so I was in complete control. She squirmed against me, but I held her fast.

“Oh god! Oh god!” she whimpered as I pounded down at her.

“That’s right,” I grunted. “You like me in control, don’t you?”

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Do what you want! Fuck me good!”

“I plan to,” I announced.

I flipped one leg over my head and pushed her sideways, laying behind her to the side. Still inside of her, I pumped more, as she lay there submissively, letting me fuck her. I reached around, cupping her tits from behind, kneading them like dough, and she squealed in delight. I got up and pulled her up with me, and I continued fucking her from behind. She went down to her elbows as I grabbed her hips and pumped her from behind, her tits swaying with each thrust I gave to her.

“Shit!” she cried. “You’re fucking me so hard! You’ve never fucked me like this before!”

“That’s right, baby,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking hot; I want to fuck you all over!”

I guess I was a little overzealous, because as I was saying all that, my dick slipped out suddenly and as I pushed forward, it moved just a bit up, and I slammed right into her rump. Mom cried out in surprise and collapsed to her face. I froze, realizing what happened and got ready to pull out, knowing the game was over.

“God, I was wondering when you were going to do that!” mom moaned, wiggling her ass against me.

I shrugged. Fine with me. I slammed her ass as hard if not harder than I did her honey pot, and she bellowed out for more as I pounded her ass for everything it was worth. She didn’t miss a beat, backing into me as hard as I was pumping her.

“Oh shit!” she screamed. “You’re making me cum! I’m cumming!”

I felt her tense up, and she held her breath a couple of beats, then she cried out in release. I felt her walls clench around me and I felt my own loins start to tighten.

“I’m gonna cum!” I announced.

“I want it!” she cried, looking back at me. “Give it to me!” She reached back as if to grab it from me.

I pulled out and she immediately flipped to her back. I scooted up and straddled her chest, grabbing her tits and wrapping them around my cock. Mom cooed and licked at the head of my prick as I tittie-fucked her. I slipped easily within the confines of her boobs, my cock slick with her juices and sweat. I bounced her tits hard, wanting to blow my load just as much.

Soon my dick twitched, and I blasted off like a rocket, hosing down mom with wave after wave of spunk all over her tits and face. She moaned in as much afterglow pleasure as I was cumming on her. She grabbed my cock and took over jacking duties, and leaned her head up enough to engulf my manhood again, sucking me clean.

We collapsed in a heap of cum and sweat, our breathing labored and not talking. Mom whimpered and cooed in the aftermath, slowly wreathing around in place. I just laid there, my senses coming back to me as to what just happened. I looked over at mom, and she was drifting off to sleep, a smile on her face.

“I love you, John,” she barely murmured. “So much.”

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered back.

Mom was asleep in minutes, and I dared to get up at that point. I grabbed a hand towel from the linen closet and came back, gently toweling her off from all my spooge before pulling the blankets over her and kissing her goodnight. I went to my own room and laid down, chuckling to myself in disbelief as I drifted off to sleep myself.



The next morning when I woke up, I went downstairs to find mom in her robe in the kitchen making breakfast. She was all smiles and greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully, prompting me to sit down at the table.

“Good morning,” I greeted back, sitting. I didn’t know how to react to her yet. Did she know that it was me she was with, and not dreaming about dad?

“I slept so well last night, honey,” she said, putting down a plate of eggs, bacon and hash browns in front of me.

“Oh?” I asked, going along with her. I poured a glass of orange juice and started to take a sip.

“Oh yes,” she said, sitting down herself and patting my thigh before she poured herself a drink. “I had the most wonderful dream…” she giggled a bit.

Good. She thought it was a dream still. “Oh really? What was it about?” I asked.

“Oh that’s not really important.” She said smiling. “I wasn’t half as bad as when you fucked me.”

I almost choked on my juice and looked at her. “Mom, I…”

“I love you so much, honey,” she interrupted. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Mom,” I hung my head low, ashamed. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that. It was wrong.”

“Wrong to love each other?” she asked. “It felt perfectly natural last night and you know it.”

“But…”

“No buts,” she stopped me. “We had sex, honey. What’s done is done. Just enjoy it.”

I shook my head, and leaned back in my chair. “I don’t think I’m hungry.” I pushed the plate away and got up from the table, leaving.

“Damon…” she called after me, getting up herself and catching me in the living room. “Sit down.” She ordered, and I sat on the couch. She sat close next to me and hugged me. “I don’t want you to feel bad or ashamed, baby.” She pleaded with me. “I needed that really bad. Why do you think I was sucking you off when you woke up?”

“You knew it was me the whole time?” I stared at her.

“Of course I did,” she smiled at me. “I mean I did have a dream about your dad, and when I woke up you were next to me.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “You look so much like him, you know.” I sighed and she continued. “Well I was pretty horny at that point and you were the only one around.”

“Jesus…”

“I’m not ashamed of what we did, honey,” she looked at me dead in the eye. “I feel closer to you than ever before. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. You fucked me up my ass for crying out loud!”

I blushed. “Uh, yeah…”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she patted me on the leg. “It was really nice.”

“You liked that?” I asked, surprised.

“You dad and I used to fuck like rabbits.” She said bluntly. “Anything went.”

“Mom…”

“Damon, stop being such a baby.” She said seriously. “We fucked each other last night. Deal with it.” I scoffed and looked away. She smiled and put a hand to my face, turning me to look at her. “I loved it, honey. And I wouldn’t take it back for anything.”

She kissed me on the lips, sweetly, and I kissed her back. When we parted, she looked at me longingly and she dared to kiss me again. I hesitated, but I let her. Soon, her breathing quickened, and she quickly sat straddled on top of me. I was taken aback. Again?

“Mom, what do you think you’re doing?” I managed to ask between her kissing assaults.

She looked at me plainly. “Last night was raw lust. I want to feel like a woman again.” She looked at me with misty eyes. “Please make love to me. One more time?” her voice was pleading me.

I looked at her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Nobody has to know, Damon. This is just between us.”

I looked at her for a long time, and then nodded, slowly. “Okay mom. I’ll do it. For you, I’ll do it.”

She looked like she would cry for joy. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too mom.”

We embraced in a kiss, our tongues vying for occupancy of the other’s mouth. We parted, and mom stood in front of me. Smiling lovingly, she undid her robe and dropped it to the floor, revealing her nakedness to me. Her lines were flawless. Her curves every bit as enticing as I could ever hope to want in a woman.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed.

She said nothing, just smiling and straddling me again in another embrace. I hugged her to me and kissed down her neck, to her bosom, sucking on her tits and biting at her nipples. She moaned and hugged me to her chest, grinding her hips against my crotch, the bulge in my shorts rubbing against her slit. Sliding off of me, she undid my shorts and pulled them and my boxers down and off of me. Without skipping a beat she knelt in front of me and engulfed my rod in one swift motion, deep throating me down to my balls. She was in perfect form, her mouth a perfect ‘O’ around my prick as she bobbed up and down. Soon I was so well slobbered on she put her tits around my manhood and began jacking me off with her boobs. I was in heaven, her tits firm yet pliable. A virtual pussy on my prick.

She was all hot and bothered before long and straddled me again. Her snatch was soaking wet, and with my pole standing tall, she didn’t even grab it to line it up. She just lowered herself down, and I slipped straight into her pussy, her dripping hole all too inviting. She tilted her head back in ecstasy, moaning, and I felt her walls wrap around my cock. She moved up and down my shaft, bouncing slowly, and I held her to me, suckling her tits again.

She rode me the entire time, cumming again and again. Soon I was cumming as well, and I tried to tell her I was ready to go, but she stayed on me, insisting I cum inside of her. I protested, but not too hard. It was too late anyway. I blasted off inside of her snatch with the force of a cannon. She screamed out in mutual climax, and I felt her pussy clamp down so hard on my dick I thought it would get pinched off. She collapsed on me, and I just held her to me, our breathing labored and panting.

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, not talking. She finally slid off of me to the side, and we spooned each other on the couch, so relaxed we ended up falling asleep there for a few hours before we woke up and finally got cleaned up.



During the rest of my vacation, I still went back and forth between mom and dad’s place. Mom and I did make love a few more times before I had to go back to my duty station. A few months later, I got a call from mom. Dad was with her on the phone. They had gotten back together. It amazed me, but I was happy for them. Mom told me much later that it was because of me that she went back to dad. I couldn’t figure out how me sleeping with her would get her to get back with dad, but I didn’t question it. I was cool with it either way. But I still maintained my newfound relationship with mom. Anytime I came home on leave, we would find a way to make love again, even if it was just a quickie while dad was out. We didn’t know it then, but dad found out about us, and we never realized what we were in for because of it.

But that’s a different story.

[Elysium Bliss]

That was an amazing story Dabari. The characters are deep and layered with history and substance, and the situations they find themselves in seem very realistic. You've written a great story and I hope you'll continue to find the forum an outlet!!!

[jaded_blue]

Sorry it took me so long to reply to this dabari. It truly is a fantastic piece of writing. Confusion, anticipation, release. And then ending it like you did... awesome. I can't wait to read more of your works and since I see you posted another piece I am really excited to go read it.

Thanks for sharing! Great job!

[bright yellow]

Thanks Dabari I really enjoyed this ....looking forward to reading the sequel...