Holding back a gasp of relief, I slipped off the sofa.Shutting the bathroom door, I gripped the edge of the vanity and shook my head, staring at mysel... in the mirror. What the fuck, man. My reflection did not provide any answers.I thought about jerking off to relieve myself, but that felt weird, and Violet would expect me back in moments. Instead I ran cold water over my wrists until my fingers throbbed, splashing a little on my face for good measure. I felt my self-control return by. "You're such a kind young man. Thank you so much, for helping an old lady out" You're welcome, Mame"Since he did knock her groceries from her bag. Matthew figured the least he could do, was to help Ruth carry her groceries home. "Here, let me take these for you"Ruth wasn't expecting for Matthew to carry her groceries home for her. "You don't have to do that, young man"But Matthew insisted."I feel bad for bumping into you like that. So the least I can do is carry your bags for you."Ruth was. That’s when I did the unthinkable. I dropped my pajamas and stepped out of them, then tossed them onto the indicated pile. As soon as the pajamas landed, time seemed to move very slowly.I was standing in my t-shirt, bare, half-stiff cock dangling in the air, as Mom stopped loading the dryer and turned her head to look at the pile, staring while she struggled to comprehend the presence of my pajama bottoms. Slowly, her eyes and head turned up, following my now bare legs until she was looking. She smiled at me; I had to stop myself from running to her, I wanted to grab her and never let go. I went to hug her, but became even more enamored when I saw what she was wearing. It was a dark blue dress… for the most part. It had a very short skirt portion that gripped her tight ass. It exposed her beautiful toned legs that now wore tall strappy heels that gave her at least three inches (she was still a lot shorter than me, but I noted with satisfaction that her lips seemed an acceptable.