the laundry went wrong.

Despite being only a family of three and with dad being away most of the time we had a problem.

We both hated doing laundry.

We often let dirty clothes pile up for weeks (on my floor or in jer hamper for my mom) before doing laundry.

With that habit it was always a rush doing laundry all day for a whole weekend, it was more of a chore each time.

Dad had the brilliant idea, he had found 3 second hand industrial washer dryers and installed them in the basement.

With this set up, once the clothes are divided in three categories we can wash pretty much all ours clothes in one go.

After an hour or two of washing and drying we only have to iron and fold them.(stile a chore and often given to me after a lost bet with my mom)

Mom did that today but with mostly my clothes. I had used most of the clothes that fit me and left most of the ones I just outgrown discarding them on the floor after a try.

Ernest still devouring in ecstasy both hos waffles and the near naked body of his dream girl ( me, in only an apron) is lustening with interest to my mom's announcement.

Trying to keep my ass away from him, I get up and walk sideways to the door facing him at all times.

I then rush in the basement to meet my mom.

Seeing no clothrs lying around I get that I was right to assume that she put it all at once.

She is in front of the three open washers, bent over , giving me a great view of her ass and pussy.(I just hope Ernest won't follow me.)

She turn back holding something in her hand.

I have trouble to recognise it distracted that I am by the hypnotic swinging of two massive flesh pendulums.

"Everything is alright Mrs Jones?" I hear Ernest ask, just behind me.