Hours pass by. Constant tiredness and exhaustion follow you throughout the school day even though you’ve eaten and drunk all day. After school ends, you notice Penny and a middle-aged woman, who you assume is Penny’s mother, talking to each other on the school’s small parking lot.
You feel a throbbing in your head and butterflies in your stomach as the middle-aged woman, who is a head taller than you with tear shaped big breasts, greets you with a wave of her hand. The woman pouts and gives you a deep kiss on your lips with her tongue while the other students watch from the distance what’s happening. You hear whistles and clapping behind you as this woman whispers a question in your ear.
“So, honey? How was your school day? Did you have fun?”
You reply back to her with a lengthened kiss to her mouth and a warm loving hug, telling her that your day got better right away when you saw your sweetheart again. In the heat of the moment you let go of your backpack as it falls to the ground behind her. She is about to smother you with her large mature breasts but you two take a small pause and come back to reality when Penny coughs and steers your attention to her.
“Mom. I know how much you love him but shouldn’t we head to the supermarket or were you thinking of taking off your pants and fucking him on the lawn?” Penny says and spits out the cigarette she was about to light.
“Oh, sweetie. Shush. I brought you your dear Sparky-warky with me when you told me that my honey is going to come visit us. Why don’t you go for a walk with your own 'man' while I exchange few words with my beloved sugartreat? Hmm?” Penny’s mother talks back to Penny.
“Okay sure, mom. Come on, Sparky. Come on.” Penny snorts and takes Sparky out of the back of the car. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
As Penny’s mother waves her hand to her daughter. You start having flashback how you two got so close. You remember calling Penny’s mother either “Darling,” “Honey,” “Sugar,” or “Sweetheart”. You look at her smile and remember her full name. She call herself Karen Powell and you remember that she is in her near forties. Somewhere between thirty five to forty. Karen has never told you her exact age, but compared to Penny, you would guess that she is twice Penny’s age without makeup. You remember her talking about having kid at such a young age with someone… Then you remember that you made a promise to her but… You can’t remember what it was… She offered some alcoholic drinks to you on one night when you talked way deeper than you should have. It was a movie night at Karen’s bed with, well, some fun time prior to the movie. She was very dominant woman in bed and that she took both dominant and submissive roles as she has openly talked about her tendencies to be switch. Penny was in her own room that night and didn’t bother you. Or so you remember. Karen has talked about having an one more kid before she turns forty…
There’s so much fuzzy memories stirring inside your mind that you don’t know where to start. It’s like an avalanche of new experiences directly poured inside your mind. Things you’ve done and words you’ve said. You can’t recall every last detail but only some here and there. Then you are reminded where you are right now. What should you do?