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

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

... slipped from my mother’s cunt, Alina had come up and was using four fingers from each hand to pull my mom’s asshole wide open. A lobe of her pink cow assflesh popped out, coated with grool and begging me to drive my cock inside.

“Fuck my ass,” my mom urged, her eyes closed, her six big cow udders quivering in anticipation, milk streaming from long, hard nipples. When the tip of my cock finally slipped from her cunt, it hung open, her cervix pulled forward, gaped, and hovering just inside her yawning lobes.

“Ram it in my asshole,” my mother moaned. “Please, now. I want to be your little milky cow slut. Fill mommy’s cow whore asshole with your bull juice. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”

So I did. I drove my meat hard into my mom’s waiting asshole. It parted smoothly, as if this was the moment it had been waiting for, as if my 25 inches had been inside it a hundred times before. It was amazing. I went straight in and felt like I could have slid another foot inside her without any challenge.

“Oh fuck yeah,” my mother moaned. “Fuck me hard. Come on, make me come a hundred times. Fill me up. Get fucking busy.”

With that urging, I began frantically pistoning my cock in and out of my mother’s gaping asshole. She urged me to go harder and faster, as cow grool and bull come poured out of her ass. Her sphincter gaped even wider than my cock and pink ass flesh gripped my meat, sliding in and out of her asshole with each stroke of my pulsating, vein-covered ...

... bull cock.

Sweat poured off both of our bodies. As she had threatened, Alina appeared with an 24-inch-long strap-on around her hips. My mom looked up at her with her doe eyes, then opened her mouth. Alina slipped the dong all the way in.

It took a moment for Alina and I to get our motions in synch, but eventually we got a good rhythm and began spit-roasting my mom. Shawna’s eyes were closed, but moans and groans came from deep in her throat around the cock that Alina was pounding in and out of her mouth. Despite having just been milked, fresh saffron cow milk poured from my mom’s udders, puddling on the stage just below veiny tits that hung to the floor.

Sodomizing my mother was a transcendental experience. It was as if we were born for this moment. Me with my massive horse-like bull cock, my mother with her deep cow asshole. Me with my sculpted bull physique, my mom with her six udders and bimbo body. Me with endless bull energy, my mom with endless cow desire. It was incredible.

My wife and I spit-roasted my mother for what seemed like forever. Helga captured every angle, every stroke, every possible drop of bodily fluids that poured from us. The crowd was screaming their approval, but I barely heard it. All I knew was the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s asshole and the thud as both Alina and I would bottom out on each stroke.

I must have unloaded a half a gallon of bull juice, at least, into my mom’s asshole. And I would bet she exuded at ...