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

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

... bedroom when my wife came in. She didn’t say anything at first, but went in for a quick shower as well, finally joining me in bed and laying next to me. She lay her damp, horned head on my chest.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” she asked.

“Well, there are the sorry’s for the things you did that I don’t know about yet. And there are the sorry’s for the things you haven’t done yet. And there are the sorry’s for the hurt I am still feeling for the things I do know about. So there are probably quite a few more coming due soon.”

“I don’t think there are any more surprises. And I promise I won’t fuck up any more.”

“That’s a start,” I said. “Honestly, I don’t regret you being a cow or me being a bull, but I do still resent how it happened. And I resent the hell out of your mother.”

“You have my word I will never lie to you again. Ever. Cross my bovine little heart. I just hope you can forgive me.”

We fell asleep and slept soundly, only being woken up at almost noon when the moving vans arrived with some young buff dudes who looked like they weren’t sure what to make of these super-hot, big-busted, bimbo babes with horns on their heads and damp tops.

Some of Angela’s and Lucy’s stuff went into their apartment (including a bed and some furniture for poor Helga), some went other places in the house, and some things we stored in an outbuilding. By the end of the day, the three of them were cozy in their new apartment above the barn.

The day after ...

... the move, Angela got busy on our website and logo. Soon after, Daisies and Clover Cow Farm got an internet site and we started selling milk. Cow girl milk went for ridiculous prices – it was quite the delicacy among the 1% - and we shipped gallons of frozen milk around the country. Literally within hours we were flush with cash which let us order industrial milk pumps and freezers.

But to make room for the pumps and freezers we had to clear out the lower level of the barn. We all updated our tetanus shots and spent a day dawn-to-dusk hauling old rusty farm gear to the dump. Next I paid a buddy who did home renovations for a super fast extreme makeover of the lower barn. The stalls became comfy spaces where the cows could go to pump a couple of times a day, but I left the beams across the ceiling and some of the old fixtures hanging just as kind of a rustic barnyard touch.

The financial manager Lucy brought in helped us keep our money in order and started investing the extra.

During this time, I had a couple of conversations with my mother. They were just general discussions about how the farm was coming, how the cows were doing, etc. There were no discussions about her becoming a cow. I have to admit that part of me was a little disappointed. There was a corner of my brain that had become a little infatuated with the idea of my mom as a busty, bimbofied, cow girl taking my bull cock in any hole I wanted.

We were now about a week in from C-Day (the day the girls ...