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

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

... lashes, luscious red lips.

And hanging from her chest were six big udders, similar in size and shape to the set that her mother had, except these were even thicker and milkier. Her aureoles were wide and pale brown, and her nipples trickled sweet cow milk.

The crowd, who had been watching this in relative silence, burst out and started cheering.

My mother, Shawna, knelt before me, looking like the perfect bimbo cow girl slut. She gazed up at me with her perfect little cow eyes and stroked my cock.

“Is my bull pleased with his mommy cow?” she asked, batting her long lashes.

“I am,” I said. “As soon as you give me a couple gallons of milk, I will formally welcome you to the herd.”

I slid my hard horse-like bull cock up between her tits, then up her chin. When she stuck out her tongue to lick it, I pulled it back.

“Not until you give me your first two gallons,” I said.

Lucy appeared as planned with a set of milkers. Thankfully she had prepared for the worst and brought six. She attached them to my mother’s newly-minted udders and turned on the portable milk machine. Immediately streams of milk began pouring from my mom’s big, veiny, milky cow tits.

Alina knelt down behind my mom and leaned her chin on her shoulder.

“I promised you I’d break in that asshole of yours while you milked. Ready?”

My mom leaned her head back, and my wife and mother kissed. Alina reached around and squeezed Shawna’s big milky tits, squirting a heavier flow into a milker ...

... that was already past it’s first gallon. Then Alina pushed my mother forward onto all fours, making the milkers clack against the floor as her big, heavy udders hung down.

There is something about becoming a cow (or a bull, for that matter) that you inherently know how to do certain things. My mother somehow knew intuitively what she could do to her asshole, because she leaned over and used her entire fist to pull her asshole open. Pink flesh and cow pussy juice slipped from her ass. Alina used my mother’s thick grool to lube up her hand, then slid first two fingers, then three, then her entire hand into my mom’s ass. Shawna closed her eyes and moaned as Alina pushed inside.

The milkers had reached two gallons and were still going strong, but I wasn’t going to stop Alina from warming up my mother for me. Alina was halfway to her elbow, pushing deeper and deeper. My mother arched her back and moaned, fresh streamers of milk pouring into the milker, as Alina reached her elbow, straightened her arm, and pushed just past.

The milker reached three gallons, and I gestured for Lucy to turn it off. She unhooked the milkers from Shawna’s six udders, leaving my mom’s nipples milky and puffy. I knelt down and pushed my mother’s shoulders up, causing Alina’s arm to slightly distend her stomach. My mom looked at me with her bimbo face and her big cow eyes. Her big, milky udders hung down in front of her. I leaned forward and we kissed, out tongues intertwining, her breath tasting ...