Her son, Matthew

Vyki was a little shocked to see her son standing next to her at the sink. Even with the short heels, his 6 foot 5 frame loomed over her. “Uh, thanks,” she uttered timidly, “you could stay and play.”

Matthew chuckled a bit at that, “eh, Jessie won fair and square; besides those two could use some time to reconnect. I’m sure I’ll more than enough time to play it later.” He then picked up dishes and started putting them away.

Vyki was still almost shocked at his non-pulsed reaction to.... ‘her’. She was sure her son would be upset at seeing his father in a dress, but he seemed honestly fine. However, she couldn’t just accept it, and uncharacteristically pressed the point a bit. “You’re really okay with this?”

“Dishes?” Matthew said with a chuckle, “no, but needs to be done.”

Flabbergasted at his diverting from the obvious she playfully slapped him as she gestured to her nightie, “no! This.”

Matthew takes a moment to contemplate the answer and then responds, “when you and mom told us about poly and the Ds stuff, we kinda knew already so it really wasn’t that big of a deal, and that was a couple years ago when Jessie found your bag of stuff.”

Vyki blushed and looked in the sink, “y'all were supposed to find that.” She then turned to Matthew, “how did y'all even know about {ex} and Bill?”

Matthew chuckled, “You and mom going out at separate times to meet up with ‘friends’ looking dressed up? And friends don’t normally look at friends with that much hunger in their eyes.” He grinned at her, “you were nearly as good at hiding that as y’all thought you were.”

“Sorry,” Vyki said bashfully as she worked to try to scrub a pot. Then suddenly realized he still hadn’t answered and twirled to face him, “k, but that still didn’t answer how you felt about this??”

Matthew just chuckled and shrugged, “honestly, it's definitely different, but I long ago realized if y’all are doing something that makes you feel whole and are not hurting each other (permanently), why should it worry me?” He took a deep sigh and smiled as he honestly said, “if this is what makes you happy, I’m just glad you let us know & be part of it rather than digging it out of some closet.”

Vyki felt something well up in her and immediately turned back to the watery sink to try to lose herself in something else, but she just stood there with her hands in the soapy water as her brain seemed to grind to a halt.

Matthew looked at her and realized that she seemed to be stressing about something and even saw her quivering lip. “Aunt Vyki? You okay?”

Vyki was too lost in her inner processing to realize her grown son two feet away from her was talking to her.

Matthew was getting concerned at this point and that he said something to upset her, “Aunt Vyki?” When she still didn’t answer he put the plate he was holding down and touched her shoulder, “Dad?”

Feeling the physical contact with her son as his warm hand touched her exposed shoulder broke her out of her spiral, and she turned to look at his touch. Looking up into his eyes and seeing his genuine concern from someone she was sure had every right in the world to be disgusted, upset, and unaccepting of the situation but instead showed more poise and respect than she thought she deserved, Vyki nearly lost it and immediately pulled her sopping wet hands out of the sink flinging water around the room as she toss them around her son’s broad chest and just wept into his body. The strain, pressure, and self-loathing seem to seep out of her into the rock that had somehow grown from their household despite whatever flawed upbringing his parents may have had, and managed to whimper out, “thank you,” as she felt his arms wrap around her.

Their embrace was interrupted by the oven sounding the meat being ready and broke Vyki out of her warmth seclusion. Realizing the tears running down her face getting her son’s pajamas wet she leaned back, “God, I’m sorry,” she said looking for makeup stain or some imprint. Standing up and looking for a dish towel to dab off her face, it was only when she finished did she realize her son was still holding her steady giving her enough room to move but enough support to not worry about balancing or pressure. “I must look like some racoon or something; sorry,” Vyki says remembering the many times seeing Molly and Jessica ball out for any of the numerous emotional situations they had been in and their makeup dissolving on their face. However, as she looked at the white towel, nearly nothing transferred back to it. ‘The makeup Katie used must have really been top notch,’ she thought to herself.

“So, you okay?” Matthew asked as the oven beeped again.

“Ya,” Vyki said finding an odd comfort leaning back against her son’s arms holding her steady but allowing her to see his face, “guess I just had a lot more going on than I realized,” she said finishing with a bit of a giggle.

“I think that would be a given,” Matthew said with a bit of trepidation he continued, “so, should we still call you ‘Aunt Vyki’ or ‘Dad’ or.... something?”

Vyki couldn’t help but giggle at that, “umm... if I look like this, ‘Dad’ seems a bit off-putting to me, too.” Then matter of factly stated, “’Aunt Vyki’ will fit with what any not in the know will hear, so best just to stick with that if y’all are okay with it.”

“Fair enough,” Matthew said as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead just as he had done to Molly and Jessica since his growth spurt, “I love you, Aunt Vyki, but we need to get the meal out before it burns.”

“oh, right!” Vyki said to her ever-level-headed son’s reminder and moved out of his embrace to open the stove. Had she been thinking, or not been made so comfortable, or not let herself feel rushed, she might have remembered what she was wearing and not flashed her son her thong-split ass, but she was not that aware of herself.

For his part, Matthew just shook his head and chuckled to himself amazed at how immodest apparently all the women of this household were, as he turned to grab fresh plates and utensils for the diner.

As Vyki placed the ham on the stove, Molly & Jessica came bounding in together out of breath, “that thing is something else!” exclaimed Molly. “Dinner ready?” Jessica said piping in.

“Yup,” Matthew said, “smells so good. doesn’t it?” as he continued past with a pile of plates and settings for the table.

“I’ll help you with those,” Molly says grabbing some of the sides & following after him worried something was about to slip.

“Prefect!” Jessica says, “I’ll help with the food and stuff,” licking her lips.

“Thanks, pumpkin,” Vyki says as she cuts up some of the ham.