It always starts with a silly joke. An offhand comment, ridiculous in nature, but borne out of concern. The one that sticks in my memory the most is my mum telling me to be careful with the Elastrator - At the time I was just moving it off the bench, I hadn't been using it, I hadn't even considered how I would even use it on myself. But here she was, explaining how, if I put it on my own testicles, I would have about twenty minutes until they went numb and begin to die. At which point they would need to be cut off. So I had about twenty minutes to get her help in trying to remove the band, but it would be exceedingly difficult, as the scrotal tissue would swell and make cutting the band near impossible. The long and the short - if I Elastrated myself, she'd probably have to castrate me like a yearling bull. Simple, factual farm talk.

Fortunately, I didn't need her help. Although I wonder now if she thought castration would be a good idea for me, or even for boys in general. Maybe society would be a better place if 90% of boys were castrated like steers. What would she have done with my testicles? They certainly weren't as large as a regular bull fry, maybe lamb fry - would they even be a tasty treat? It wasn't the only time castration was brought up, I have (and still do have) a nice singing voice. Anyway, all hypothetical.

What I'm writing about today mostly concerns my sisters, and one in particular. Farm life can be eye opening. Being close to so many animals, from conception right through to death, and the many uses of farm animals brings to mind the similarities of all species, and the absurd delineation society creates between humans and animals, especially those animals we consider livestock.

As hinted earlier, we had cows, some dairy, some beef. We had all been involved in their care from a young age. Seeing bulls mount cows. Pink bull cocks unsheathed and dragging on the ground, covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Bulls mount steers. Cows mount cows. Steers mount... you get the picture, cows are horny and in my opinion are very bisexual. They smell/sniff/lick each others vulvas when they piss. A milking cow will sometimes let not just her own calf, but any cow suckle from her. Not always, but sometimes. And cows are not squeamish about which cow does this - their own calves, their sibling, their parents. This is not to say a herd of cows is a wild cow sex party. It's just things that happen, and they don't have the taboo hang ups that humans do. It's mind opening, and really destroys the silly rules human society has.

We milked some of our cows - mostly for our own use. Twice a day, early morning and evening. Of course we helped. Herding them into the dairy, getting them in the stalls, locking their heads into the trough for feeding. We always had more stalls than cows, 5 stalls in all. Wiping down their udders with a warm wet towel, squeezing each teat to make sure everything was okay. The running joke was the spare stall was open - we all had teats just like the cows. Especially mum and my sisters. But it wasn't until we were down to 2 milkers, 3 stalls free, that dad half joked 'okay you three girls, time to get in position', that my youngest sister, 18 at the time, replied 'okay dad, but I think mum has a head start on me and sis'. We all laughed, but she started stripping down, put her head into the lock and got down on all fours, ready like any cow. Dad made a comment about her udder size, she had very well developed breasts that hung nicely as she stood on all fours there. Good size for milking. He washed her nipples with the warm towel, and attached some suction cups to her nipples, turning on the machine. I think mum and my elder sister were stuck in a realisation, they could be next, watching in awe as her breasts reacted exactly like any other cows udders, vibrating and stretching rhythmically with each suction of the machine. It was a warm day, and we were in the dairy, so the flies were plentiful. Flies are of course attracted to warm, wet, 'fragrant' things, like all cows vulvas, and my sister was no exception. She'd obviously never shaved or waxed, her hairy vulva on full view for all of us, and being on all fours, her labia were slightly parted, a sliver of pink hidden in between the darker, hairy lips. A small dribble of grool had started forming, attracting one or two flies, which dad had to keep brushing off. The tickle of the flies especially once they were trapped in the hair, buzzing to escape, and light brushing obviously making her more wet with every minute.

It took less than 5 minutes for my elder sister and mum, after staring in awe, to strip down themselves and get in position, without being asked. Mum was similar to my younger sister, unshaved for years, her clit much larger (NB she just had one of those big clits that never hides), her labia longer, allowing more of a gape. Her udders were massive when hanging, looking like she'd out produce even some of our regular cows. My elder sister didn't have quite as large udders, but her nipples were the most teat like of the three of them. She'd had laser hair removal for the last few years, so not a hair anywhere on her. Her vulva was completely pink and taught, lips pulling open as she got on all fours and spread, wetness dripping from her immediately. The sight of all three of them there, lined up, as milking livestock was just the beginning.