Down on her hands and knees

Debbie leads you into her kitchen. You know the room well, it was only last week that Brian dared you to eat a tub of ice-cream before he could eat an entire packet of dry crackers.

You won.

All thoughts of victories over Brian vanish from your mind ask Debbie asks, "Are you paying attention?" and wiggles her backside at you.

Brian's mum, Debbie, is down on her hands and knees at the cupboard under the sink. She was wearing pink knickers that matched her pink top and her tiny black skirt just seemed to serve to highlight the way the flimsy knickers barely covered her. Debbie produced a bucket and some floor scrubs.

It was with some embarrassment that you realised that if Debbie turned around she'd be at exactly the height of your still erect dick. She'd probably already noticed you still had a pants-tent. Debbie stood up instead.

Within just a few minutes Brian's mum had filled up a bucket of hot soapy water, gone to the corner of the kitchen and started to scrub at the floor. Chores. Chores which involved your best friend's incredibly sexy mother on her hands and knees and which let you now admire the way in which her breasts strained against her top. The pink strappy top was prone to gaping too.

"Are you just going stand there?" Debbie asked again. "You're not even saying anything. I prefer the men in my house to be more hands on," there was something of a tease in her voice. "Look at me," Debbie sat up a little, "Don't you think there is something you could be doing?"