Clean clothes

"After that you can take off those dirty clothes." She orders them.

"Okay mom." Mike is the first to agree, heading towards the kitchen door.

"Where do you think you're going young man?" She asks him suddenly.

"Um..... to change like you said." He replies.

Thier mother shakes her head. "You are not walking milk through my house. Take your clothes off here and straight into the washing machine."

Mike looks at her in wide eyed shock, and is about to complain before realizing just how serious his mother is. Quickly he reefs off his t-shirt, tossing it straight into the machine, but pauses for a moment before undoing his jeans.

"We're waiting."

Sighing to himself Mike unbuckles his jeans, sliding them off and leaving him stood there in just his black boxers, and to feel a little happier when his mother turns to Rose. "And you."

Having already seen her brother strip Rose agrees a little quicker pulling off her jeans first and then her T-shirt, leaving her stood before her brother and mother in just a maroon bra and thong.