Friends mom

I was at my friend’s house, just hanging out like we usually do — snacks, games, trash talk. He was upstairs, locked in an intense boss fight while I took a quick break to hit the bathroom.
On my way down the hall, I passed the basement door… and heard something. A voice, faint but clear.
Hello? Can someone help me?
Curious, I opened the door and stepped a few stairs down. That’s when I saw her.
Vanessa — my friend’s mom. The hot MILF we jokingly (but kinda seriously) called Waifu. She was bent over a top-loading washing machine, her upper body stuck inside as she reached for something deep inside the drum. Her feet touched the concrete floor, but she was clearly not going anywhere fast. And then there was the view — her famously thick curves on full display, especially with her tight leggings split open right over her butt.
She wriggled, still unaware anyone was watching. Ugh... stupid machine…
I closed the basement door gently behind me. Upstairs, no one could hear a thing.
Now it was just me… and my best friend’s mom, stuck like that.
What do I do?