Chapter 28

"Thanks Inger. I guess I did make a fool of myself, always looking at your shirt where you had it tied. I got to tell you, you have really changed too. I remember you as having shoulder length hair, and being thinner. I mean not that you're overweight ... I mean I love the way you look with your big, I mean - wow Inger you look sexy as hell - is what I'm trying to say." I finally just gave up and told her.

"Well, I'll take that as the best compliment I've ever gotten, Jody. I have put on some weight in the right places and even mom tells me I look better. Do you like my hair this long? I decided to let it grow out so I could braid it. I have a couple of girlfriends who braid theirs and I think it looks so sexy," Inger smiled at me as she bent over to pick up one milk pail and I bent over to get the other one, never taking my eyes from her big brown titties ... SHIT - they're bulging out of her red checkered shirt.

"Thanks again Jody," she grinned as she looked down to where my eyes were locked on her nearly exposed right breast.

"Sorry Inger, you look really good - and after all, I'm a horny fifteen year old boy. I'm supposed to look at a sexy woman's body," I said, remembering a line from one of the erotic stories I had read.

"I'm flattered, Jody. I look like shit this morning. I haven't even let mom braid my hair and I got cow shit on my shoes when I milked this morning. I guess it takes a country boy to see what you see, but I'm glad you like the way I look."

She turned and walked ahead of me to the back door. What an ass. I guess when a boy gets to be fifteen, every woman's ass looks good. I sure have seen some fine ones here lately and Inger's sexy ass was up close to the top. She knows how to swing that ass too, but I figured it was because she's carrying three gallons of milk with her right hand.

"Good morning Jody, have a seat and eat with us. I got breakfast ready, and I cooked aplenty. I knew you'd be here early," Ms. Judith said as I walked in and put my milk pail on the kitchen counter.

"Morning Ms. Judith. I sure am glad you remembered me, this looks good.

"Good morning, Mr. Joran. How much hay have we got on the ground this morning?" I asked as we shook hands and I sat down at the kitchen table.

Inger put her milk pail next to mine on the counter and leaned over the sink to wash her hands. I jumped up and went to the sink and Inger scooted over and smiled at me as she made room for me to wash my hands too. She was washing her soapy hands as I looked down at her titties, she saw me - and shook them - making them jiggle ... swing and sway as she did. Her eyes never left mine, smiling all the while as I kept looking down between her huge brown titties. She smiled, and I did too as we dried our hands on the same towel - her on one end and me on the other.

I sat back down on the side of the table where I had been sitting and Inger sat beside me, after she reached across the table and got her plate, knife and fork from the other side.

I looked at her dad and mom and they both smiled at me, I looked at Inger's tight butt as she bent over, then looked at her titties again as she sat back down.

Ms. Judith poured me some coffee and I saw her house coat sway and swing just like Ingrid's shirt did, only more. I knew she still had her gown on under that robe and my dick got harder than it already was. I glanced up at her face and she smiled at me. I smiled and looked at her robe where it was swelled way out in front.

Man, she's got titties almost as big as Sue's.

I bet hers aren't store bought either. I saw her look down to where my side flaps were unbuttoned on my overalls and glanced down myself, I could see all the way to my pubic hair and down the side of my hip. I looked up quickly and Ms. Judith smiled at me before she moved away.

"How's your mom these days, Jody? Does your dad get to come more?" Ms. Judith always asked about mom.

"Mom's great ... But, Dad's not coming home again. Mom found out he was living with a woman in Louisiana and had even married her. Mom's filing divorce papers on his sorry ass. Ooops, sorry about that," I laughed as I looked around the table.

"Don't worry about saying ass, Jody. We've all got one and then some people like your dad, even act like one," Mr. Joran said.

"Joran, you shouldn't say that about Jody's dad," Ms. Judith scolded him.

"It's alright Ms. Judith, I've called him worse names than ass, after I found out about what he did to mom and us. Mom really went off on him too. Just too bad he wasn't here to hear the names she thought of to call him."

I laughed and they laughed with me.

"Jody, you're growing up to be a good man. You've really gotten bigger in the past year and I know your mom is proud of you. I want you to know that I am too. I respect the way you jump in and help us, and others. The way you stick up for your mom and the way you've always been so polite when you're over here," Mr. Joran told me.

I was proud to be noticed by another man like that. I guess I really am maturing and it just slipped up on me.

"Thanks Mr. Joran. I appreciate that, I really do. You folks have always been good to mom, me and Josie ... it means a lot to us to have your respect."

After we ate, Mr. Joran said he was going out to check the tractor and give the bearings on the baler a shot or two of grease before the dew got off, and we could start baling. I offered to help, but he told me this was something he liked to do himself, sort of like an accomplishment each day to still be able to maintain his machinery.

Ms. Judith got her big-mouth milk jugs and put them on the floor near the sink. Inger was washing the dishes so I jumped up to help, Ms. Judith.

"You hold the milk jug and the strainer, and I'll pour the milk, Ms. Judith," I said as I took the pail from her.

"Thank you Jody. I usually manage this alone - when Ingrid's in college and Joran's out with his machinery, but I appreciate the help," she said as she smiled at me. I was bent over, ready to pour the milk from the pail and she was bent over in front of me - her hands on either side of the wide mouth jug with the strainer cloth stretched tightly over the opening.

I looked at her to see if she was ready and saw all the way down the front of her robe.

I saw all the way to below her belly. I even saw her pubic hair. I looked up and she was smiling ... I smiled and remembered the other day when Mom and I had done the same thing. I looked back at her robe and I could see both her nipples and nearly all of both her breasts. I looked between her breasts and I knew then that I had seen her pubic hair. Just a small patch on top of her pussy was showing as she stooped to hold the strainer cloth.

I really got an erection - and when the first milk pail was empty, she stayed in place as I reached up to get the other one. I looked down and saw all the way to her thighs as she shifted. Her robe was open all the way from her neck to her knees. She's not wearing a gown under her robe and sure enough, she has only a small patch of short hair on top of her pussy. My dick pushed out against the leg of my overalls on my left side and Ms. Judith looked at it - then up at me with her eyes wide - but she was smiling.