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

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

... mom’s car pulled into our driveway, followed by a small moving van. I was in front of the barn talking to Lyca. My mom climbed out of her car and almost ran to me, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed me hard on the lips.

I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra undereath her T-shirt, and she was wearing a pair of cut-offs not unlike the pair the Mallory wore to her interview. I grabbed my mom’s ass to hold her up so she didn’t fall off me, and my finger slipped in between her cheeks and underneath the shorts. She didn’t have any underwear on and her cut-offs were soaked.

There was nothing more I would have loved to do right then was bend her over and fuck her, but she was still a normal human, and my 25-inch-long, 6-inch-thick horse cock would have killed her. When she finally disengaged from me and stepped back, she looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry...I’m just so ready for tonight. I think I’m masturbating at least five times a day. I can’t wait to be turned into a cow.”

“And I can’t wait to turn you into one either. It’s almost time. Just be patient a little longer, it’s going to be a hell of a show.”

I gave her a tour of the farm and introduced her to the cows. Alina and Violet were doing a show in the cam studio with Helga manning the camera, and we watched for a bit. I thought the idea of having my mother here might be strange, but it wasn’t. Me turning her into a cow and fucking her like mad, and even her sort of becoming a ...

... second wife to me, all seemed normal and okay. When Alina saw her come into the studio, she disengaged from the mutual-tit-suck she and Violet were engaged in and ran over to hug her. My mom’s shirt got soaked with cow milk, so when Alina pulled back, Shawna’s yellow T-shirt was pasted to her chest and had turned partially transparent.

I smiled. “Once you become a cow, you never have to wear a wet T-shirt – or any T-shirt – again.”

To describe my mom, she was about my height, had a mild mom bod with gentle curves, and had straight dark, almost black, hair (she almost looked kind of goth). You could see a strong resemblance in our faces – not so much with Bibi’s face. And now, as she stood there wearing a wet T-shirt and watching as Alina went back to her camshow with Violet, I knew she was going to make an amazing cow.

I ducked into the camshow long enough to give a quick cunt fuck to Alina and to sodomize Violet, then Shawna and I just watched the rest of the show.

When Alina finished up the cam show, and she and my mom ran inside to direct the movers where to stow my mom’s stuff and to get her situated as a third party in our bedroom arrangement. I was downstairs in the farmhouse trying to take a nap on the couch and watch a ballgame, but I could hear them giggling like schoolgirls upstairs. It made me happy, and I knew that things would be really great once she became a cow girl.

The anticipation that hung in the air before the cow bar opening – and my mom’s ...