Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI

... me like she had no idea who this person was who had appeared in her house. I realized my mother was right, I could do this. And as I adjusted to the whole idea of being a bull, the less it bothered me. And in fact, Alina’s mom, Lucy, was pretty much the image of a MILF, so I was actually starting to look forward to turning her into a cow and fucking her, along with Alina’s sister, Angela.

Alina and Helga had already showered and it was getting near time for my in-laws to arrive, so I scooted upstairs to shower and change. Seeing myself naked in the mirror – or more specifically, seeing my cock in the mirror – was a shock. I was definitely growing. Wow.

When I was clean and dressed I paused at the top of the stairs. Our dinner guests had arrived and below I could hear my wife talking to her mother and sister. In a day that had already been shocking, their conversation was even more shocking.

Sister-in-Law: Your tits are amazing sis, I can’t wait to get a pair of my own. Big and milky. Has your husband’s cock gotten any bigger yet?

Wife: Just a tad. You need a full herd of three or more before the bull grows into his cock.

Mother-in-Law: Any anal?

Wife: He was never much into anal in the past, so I think it may take awhile for him to come around to that side.

MIL: Hmmm. I hope it doesn’t take too long. He’s such a little simpering wimp, this better bring him out of his shell enough to put that bull cock to use. If it doesn’t, we may have to declare this ...

... experiment a failure and take him to the cow pound to be put down.

Wife: What? Mom, no! Nobody’s going to the cow pound! Don’t say that!

MIL: Okay, fine. Whatever. Where is that husband of yours anyway? How long does it take him to shower? I hope he’s not wasting any of that bull seed clogging up the shower drain.

That conversation made me see red. Just more evidence that I had been played. And that comment about taking me to the cow pound was just too fucking much. I had to take a moment to let myself cool before I made my way downstairs.

“Well here he is, finally,” my mother-in-law Lucy said. “The bull-in-training.”

She had red hair and a fit body and was wearing jeans and a white spaghetti tank. Angela, Alina’s sister, was a little on the chubby side but not so much that she wasn’t cute. Angela had on tights and a T-shirt. They both gave me hugs.

“So what have you done to my daughter?” Lucy said, snidely. “Was this your idea?”

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Lucy. It was done with her shit. I wasn’t going to play the milquetoast anymore.

“Cut the crap, it was yours, and your daughters’ ideas. Do you have a thing for bull cock?” I shot back.

“Real bull cock, yes. Weakling bull cock like yours, not so much,” she sneered.

“Then you can get the fuck out,” I said, grabbing her by the hair, shoving her towards the door and slapping her hard on the ass. She stumbled and fell to her knees. I glared at her as I continued. “If you think you’re going to ...