The farmstead enjoyed yet another day!


The sweet smell of flowers blooming in the fresh weeks of a new spring! The heat of the sun beaming down and breaking life after a long cold break to the Earth. Gentle winds blowing about and sending a relaxing chill on the warm day. The nearby spring filled with life as dragonflies, frogs and other little critters began to move about thanks to the much needed warming weather.


The farm began to crackle with life. Cows mooing, pigs grunting as they rolled around in the mud provided by the wonderful Molly Cunningham. She wiped the small bit of sweat that had gathered on her head before she smiled as she loved seeing her farm animals being so happy and lazy on such a comfy afternoon. 


She tended to the horses, giving them plenty of water and making sure they’re comfortable. She gathered any eggs from her chicken coop that any of her beautiful healthy birds might have laid after all this time. Last but not least are her favorite dairy cows!


        “Heya girls! Good to see you’re both in good spirits!”


Molly smiled as she watched her “cows” mooing in agreement with her. 


Peg and Pistol Pete, wife and daughter of Big Pete respectfully, looked as dazed and happy as the pigs in the mud pit. Mother and daughter could only smile as Molly ran her hands over their soft, luscious hair. The gentle act made the mother daughter pair sink into the affectionate hands, mumbling as Molly played with her favorite cows and treated them with nothing but love and care. 


        “Good girls, very good girls!”


Molly remembered them being the ones to answer her offer to come stay at her special far. Girls only. No boys to bother them and just let themselves relax and bliss as she put it. Once the two of them stayed the first night, Molly invited them to try out some equipment that her cows would wear. After that, and a healthy dose of some milk producing drugs, the two girls were as love drunk as a bull during breeding season.


Molly loved how soft the two of them felt. She knelt down beside the girls, giving both of them a kiss on the cheek as she felt them up.


Pistol’s a growing young teenager with the tits to prove it. She blew the young bear girl out of the water but even she didn’t stand a chance against her own mama. Peg packed a lovely pair of milk bags, barely hidden away by her clothing. Molly had long since stripped the pair, leaving them in some provided clothing of her choice: Arm warmers and leggings with matching cow prints all over them. And just to add to the motif, a large cowbowl collar around their necks. Not to leave them feeling alone, Molly stripped off her own clothing, leaving herself nude as she went around the farm and doing whatever she wanted or needed to do.


And now, she’s about to do a little of both.


Molly brought the two of them close to the railing and began to collect her favorite drink. Molly used a jar to collect Pistol’s milk, massaging the still growing girls teet as she sang like an opera singer from the treatment. Her eyes glazed over as she experienced having her breast milk extracted by an expert at her job. She’d never felt anything like it, unable to do anything besides let herself be played with. 


Peg was in a far worse state. Molly couldn’t dare miss out on enjoying an experience of fresh milk. The yellow bear latched onto her nipple, sucking on her like a fresh calf, drinking up the sweet savior stuff all while Peg could only smile and sink into pleasure as the milk producing drugs made her spill out milk like a real cow. Her tits ballooned in size, three or maybe four times over even. Peg loved feeling the young girl's tongue playing with her nipple as she sucked the seemingly never ending milk out of her bountiful chest. Molly loudly gulped the nectar, not wanting to let even a drop go. 


But Molly wasn’t selfish. After making sure she gathered a decent amount of milk from the budding cow beside her, the loving farmer moved her attention to the younger “calf” child. Pistol’s eyes unfocused as she felt the soft bear lips on her sensitive area, licking and drinking any milk that didn’t go into the nearby jar labeled “Teen Milk”.


Meanwhile, Peg being the high quality milf that she is, she easily beat her daughter in production and quality. Molly already filled up her second bottle of “Milf Milk”. If she was lucky, Molly would probably have seven or eight bottles of the stuff before noon even hits! That’s what you get when you have an older experienced cow compared to a fresh youngn’ making her first batch of mama milk.


The greedy yellow bear gave Pistol’s tits a good squeeze, receiving a nice hard spurt of milk and a very lewd “moo” of appreciation from the budding cow. Her milk wasn’t as sweet or rich as her mama, but she came from good stock and just needed more time and experience. 


Molly savored every swallow, licking her lips dry as she watched mother and daughter nuzzle up to each other in a display of family love. Even while they’re reduced to eager, cute cows, they never stop loving each other. It reminds her of her own mama a lot…


        “I can’t wait for mama to come home and see the both of you! We’ll turn this into a real mother daughter only retreat soon enough!”


Peg and Pistol could only smile as they were released from their bounds, cuddling up to each other for a moment of rest while Molly took her reward of fresh milk off to be pasteurized. A long day ahead for the hard working young farm girl but nothing she wasn't looking forward to and spending more time with her lovely, cute cows!