Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI

... better than my mom ever did. Since everybody’s confessing today, I have a confession. When I married your son I did it partly to get a real mother instead of my own fucked-up mother, Lucy. So I want you to be the other alpha. I want you and I to fuck your son together. I want you to be my real mom that I eat out and fuck anytime we want. It’ll be awesome. Are you down with that?”

Mom: [Heavy breathing] “I just came. Yes, I am, that would be fantastic.”

Alina: “Great, I can’t wait. Friday night, after you eat me out to become a cow, while you’re pumping out your two gallons of milk, I am shoving my arm up your ass past the elbow. Then, when your son rips into your ass, I’m going to put on a strap on and shove it down your throat. Brendan and I are going to spit-roast you. On stage. Live-streamed.”

Mom: “That would be so hot.”

Alina: “Just don’t hurt yourself between now and Friday night, okay?”

Mom: [breathless]: “Ooooh, I just came again. I’ll try not to.”

Alina began pounding her cow cunt up and down my horse-shaped bull cock holding the phone where my mom could hear it. I filled her up at least three times over before she finally slowed down and hugged me, my cock still up her cunt and pulsing out juice as we basked in the afterglow. Somewhere along the line I think my mom hung up because the line was dead when we were finished. I wondered if she came again.

Meanwhile, while we fucked, work continued apace. By the end of the day Thursday, the cow farm ...

... was ready and the cranes were rolling off to their next job somewhere else.

The buildings on the farm all were designed to have an old west feel. They had wooden porches, working shutters, and fireplaces. The two cam studios and the cow bar even had bat-winged doors that could be popped on for when the weather was nice.

The cow bar stood at the end of the property near the road, with its own parking lot and security fence. The cam studios and the little cow houses were all clustered together just up the hill from the house and barn. An additional section was added to the the barn for the private milking sessions, and bleachers were set up by the clover and daisy pasture.

It was time for things to start cranking into high gear.

Whole new sections on our website went live on Friday and customers could reserve slots in the private rooms to watch a cow milk during the evening milking session starting Monday. Folks could also reserve blocks of time to sit on the bleachers and watch the cows frolic. The videos we had been capturing since the wolves got involved came online, and the cows all scheduled time slots in the camming studio to do their thing.

And, of course, the cow bar was slated to open Friday night. We debated what nights it would be open, since we needed to have cows (and maybe a wolf or two) working the stage if it was open. We settled on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with afternoon hours the last Sunday of the month.

Friday around lunchtime my ...