The barn is a nice one. My grandparents put it up right after they bought the place in 1973. It's a big metal building with concrete floor and a ton of lights and electrical outlets. I can put my two tractors in it, along with four cars and still have room left over. There's three work benches along the walls, welder, cutting torch and a tool cabinet that's larger than most bedroom closets. It's almost more of a workshop than it is a barn. It's got a single sliding door on the east side, next to a regular walk-in door, and double sliding doors on the south side. Inside the barn and on the right side of the double doors is my 150 gallon gasoline tank. On the left side of those doors is my 200 gallon diesel fuel tank. Since I was getting a fuel delivery on Monday I decided that today would be a good time to change in the in-line fuel filter on the tank. I also had a brake adjustment that needed to be done on my Massey Ferguson Super 90 tractor so after changing out the filter cartridge on the fuel tank I opened up the sliding door then grabbed the tools I'd need and set about adjusting the brakes so that the pedal travel would be the same for both wheels. I'd just finished up the right side when mom came out to see what I was up to.
"Hey son, what've you got going?" she asked as she walked towards me.
Lying on my back under the tractor I could only see her legs as she came towards me. I couldn't see what she was wearing but it was obvious that she'd changed clothing because earlier she had on jeans and now I could see her bare legs. As she got closer to me I could see she'd changed in to a pair of jean shorts, and a loose, white t-shirt.
"Brake adjustment." I said as I rolled out from under the machine on a creeper.
Sweat ran down in my eyes as I sat up. I pulled my t-shirt up to wipe my face but it really did no good at all because my shirt was soaked.
"Yeah,", she said as she watched my vain attempt to dry my face. "It's hot already."
"It is.", I replied, "And the humidity from the rain early this morning isn't helping."
"No, it's not. When I got done in the kitchen I was burning up. So I decided that jeans and shirt were not the way to go today. So I cut the legs off the jeans I had on and borrowed one of your t-shirts. I didn't think you'd mind.". She walked across the barn and got an empty 5 gallon bucket then came back over to the tractor and flipped it upside down on the floor.
"Not at all. I like what I can see." I said with a smile. It's true, I did like what I could see. The reason the shirt she was wearing was up at the farm was because it was old and thin, very light and comfortable on a hot summer day, and I could clearly see the red bra that cupped her breasts. So yeah, I liked that a lot!
"Dirty boy!" she replied in a teasing voice, realizing I was staring at her breasts.
"Mmmm, you inspire me."
Laughing and pointing at my shirt and pants she said, "No, I said dirty boy because you really are dirty."
She was right, but I wasn't just dirty, I was filthy.
"Are you finished?" she asked.
"No, not yet." I answered as I lay back down on the creeper and started to wheel myself back under the tractor. "I have the left wheel to do and then I'll be done."
Sliding the upside down bucket closer to the wheel, "Then I'll just sit here and keep you company." she said, sitting down on the bucket.
We talked while I made small adjustments to the brakes and checked them, then repeated the procedure again and again. Adjustments can take some time and I was distracted. Where my mom was sitting, and where I was lying on the creeper under the tractor, gave me a perfect view of her crotch. Her legs were open for balance as she sat on that bucket. It didn't matter that I couldn't see any of her because I knew what was hidden under that small strip of denim.
"Finally!" I said, rolling out from under the machine.
"Done?" she asked.
"Sure am." was my reply as I stood up and started putting tools and things back where they belong.
I walked over to the work bench and got a handful of hand cleaner and begin to clean the worst of the dirt off my hands and arms.
Using a rag to wipe my hands I headed for the door. The old house doesn't have running water but I do have a garden hose hooked up to an electric pump that draws water from the barn well. That's also how we fill the shower barrel.
I flipped the switch to turn the pump on. "Hey mom, will you hold the hose for me while I was up?"
"Certainly." she said as she arose from the bucket.
I stripped off my shirt and tossed it in the yard as the water began flowing from the hose. The well water was cold running down my arms, but it felt good.
"Oops!" said my mom as a stream of cold water hit my chest.
"Whoa! That's cold!"
"Oops!" she said again laughing as another stream hit me.
"MOM!"
"SORRY" she shouted as another stream splashed across my face.
"Damn it."
She dropped the hose and took off running as I took a quick step towards her. I took off after her. I could hear her laughing as she turned the corner of the barn. I was gaining on her, but running in farm boots, well, it's not a good idea because as soon as I planted my foot to turn the corner after her my foot slipped inside the boot and down I went. She turned when she heard me yell and then she burst out laughing. As best as she could, between laughs she asked me if I was alright. I lay on the ground laughing as well and assured her that I was fine.
She came walking over to me, still laughing, as I got up off the ground.
"You sure you're okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am, but I need to rinse my arms again." I told her as I walked back across the yard. I leaned down and picked up the hose and began to rinse my arms off. When she got in range, "OOPS!" I said as the cold water caught her right in the chest. She screamed and started to laugh, holding her hands out in front of her to try to block the water as I aimed the hose at her again. "OOPS!" I shouted as another stream from the hose soaked her t-shirt. By now we were both laughing so hard we could barely breathe.
