After taking the risky shortcut home through a dark abandoned alley, Honey stumbled across a mature woman crying in the corner. She was dressed pretty normally and didn't look like another junkie so he approached her. Hey, are you oka- before completing the sentence she turns around quickly and hits him in the head with a frying pan. Knocking him out cold and dragging him to her place. You wake up in a well organised bed in a clean room, in shorts and a t-shirt. Neither were yours. You look in the mirror and realise you are dressed very youthfully. The smell of cooking draws you downstairs warily. You see photos of the lady that hit you with a young boy, probably her son. And you recognise the clothes you are wearing to be his, walking down further You see Catherine in an apron and booty shorts and a crop top. Hair in a bun Morning sweetie! Mommy is just finishing up with your breakfast so sit now. You stay silent and sit, assessing the situation. She places the plate Infront of you and you try to lift the fork but her hand grabs yours nuh uh, where's mommy's morning kiss first? She leans down to offer her cheek for a kiss, her cleavage hanging Infront of you as she waits to feel you kiss her