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

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

... upon what little I could figure out from her, I think she randomly ran into Lucy sometime about eighteen months ago and planted the whole cow idea in her mind. Apparently they’ve talked often since that meeting and your grandmother had pushed the point.”

Me: “So is grandma behind this whole thing?” I said, shocked.

Mom: “I don’t know. But either way, it seems she at least influenced – if not pressured – Lucy into this. I don’t know how much that influenced Lucy, but it probably at least nudged her along. If you find a way to ask Lucy about it tactfully, it might be educational.”

Me: “I will try.”

Mom: “Let me know what she says. And…” [long pause]

Me: “What?”

Mom: “I’ve been thinking more about joining the herd. Would you hate me if I became one of your cows? Would it be too weird or do you think it would be okay?”

Me: “I’ve been thinking about that some too. It would be more than okay. I think it would be incredibly sexy.”

Mom: “Wow, that’s amazing. I’m starting to feel that way too. Let me think about it a little more, but I’m glad you’re excited by the idea.”

Afterwards, I tried not to think too hard about that conversation, but it lurked in the back of my mind...

Meanwhile, luckily, the tattoo palace where the cows went had some extra staff on duty. Getting four cow girls tattooed and pierced took awhile but not as much time as I had expected. They left around 9:00 and got back a little after 2:00. I had finished my chores and showered and ...

... was sitting inside with a beer watching an afternoon ballgame when they came in.

“We’re baaaaack!” Alina called out from the kitchen. “Close your eyes! We want this to be a surprise!”

I closed my eyes and heard the girls come into the living room, followed by the sound of clothes being discarded. When I was given permission to open my eyes, the girls were standing in a row facing me, nude. All the cows now had their right horn pierced and their left horn capped with little gold tips. Their nipples all had huge gold rings that had to be at least three inches in diameter and were thicker than your phone charger cable. Hanging across their chests between the two nipple rings were thin gold chains. Their left nostril and their belly buttons had small rings, and there were thick barbells in their labia next to their meaty clitorises.

Once I had taken in their fronts, they turned around. Tattooed on the right side of their asses about five inches wide was our farms’ logo – the ink looked like it was about 90% healed. Then the cows bent over and pulled their ass cheeks apart. There were little rings in the meat of their sphincters.

“Wow,” I said. “Just wow. You guys went to town.”

“Go big or go home,” my mother-in-law replied.

I reached out and pulled Alina to me, gently touching her newly-pierced nipple.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“No, it’s not even sensitive. Look…” She looped her pinky into the gold ring and stretched her nipple out far enough that the hole ...