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

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

... wood shop in high school and you almost cut off your pinkie with a table saw.”

I sighed. My mom sighed. The cows all sighed. Then mom continued.

“Look, sweetheart. Alina and I want the best for you. And Lucy was...well, persuasive is too gentle a term. Pushy probably would be a better choice. That, and Alina has always had a thing for cows, so this seemed like a logical way to bring you out of your shell. And it seems like it worked, you really told those cows what to do. I have to admit though, I have moments when I wonder if I should have let Lucy talk me into this.”

There was a lot of silence. I glared at my mother-in-law.

My mom added “Whatever Lucy said about the cow pound was just her. We never intended for you to go to a cow pound, I promise. She was out of line and it sounds like you handled it well. I honestly wish I had a video of you slapping Lucy around, restraining her, and forcing her between Alina’s thighs. That must have been fucking awesome.”

That got giggles from all the cows – except Lucy, who frowned, absently rubbing the cheek where I had slapped her. I continued glaring at my mother-in-law.

“So...does this mean you want to become a cow and join the herd?” I asked. My mom being the additional partner was an unexpected twist.

“24 hours ago, my answer would have been a definite ‘no’. Hearing about what has happened this evening makes me wonder. I don’t know, but after what you did to Lucy and Alina, you really can’t deny me if I ...

... decide I want to join you.”

I gulped. By forcing Lucy and her daughters to have sex, I had just painted myself into a corner.

“But,” mom concluded, “as of right now I am not ready to take that leap.”

I felt relieved. Then I felt hypocritical for feeling relieved. Then the image of fucking my mom as a cow popped into my head and I felt horny about that image. Then I felt weird about feeling horny about that image.

I shook my head to try to clear the cobwebs.

Lucy spoke to my mom. “You seriously should reconsider. Take a good look at that dick pick I sent you. Mama mia!”

“Lucy!” I said. “What my mom decides – one way or the other – is her choice. You are not the bull. I am. Got it, bitch?”

My mother-in-law seemed, for the first time, to sort of realize she had done something bad. She almost looked slightly mollified even. What a shocker.

I continued, turning back to my mother. “Mom, this is your decision, not mine. I will respect whatever you decide.” My pride tasted bitter going down, but it felt good in a way. Integrity isn’t always tasty at first, but the aftertaste is always sweet.

“Thank you Brendan.”

I took a moment to run through all the things we had discussed right before she called, then we wrapped up and hung up.

“We’ve been bad cows, haven’t we?” Angela said when the phone call was over.

I nodded.

“Bad cows have to spanked,” Alina pointed out.

“Hog tied and spanked,” Angela added.

“Hog tied, spanked, and fucked hard by a big ...