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Welcome to bluvelvet99
"Bullies Fucked My Mom"

You've just arrived at the lowest, most pathetic, most subversive and most niche part of the internet. I'm bluvelvet. I'm a short story writer. I genuinely want my mom to be fucked by men who bully and demean me and I want you to want that for your mom as well.

If you're already a fan or a co-enjoyer of this fetish, welcome. If you're new to this, strap yourself in, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

If you would like to message me, please do so on reddit (u/bluvelvet99) or by e-mailing me at Often times messages sent on this site don't make it through to me, so please feel free to use the two methods I've listed above. I love to chat, and I love to answer questions. So feel free to get into contact with me.

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Joy Division

Your mom lay on the couch, her blonde locks falling past her giant breasts. Her bronzed thighs sat succulent within the dusty sunlight.

Who? (Part 2)

Your dad whispered to you over the top of his phone: “We need you back home, mommy. We need an angel for our tree.”

Who? (Part 1)

"Look, he's looking over here." Your mom leaned to look beyond the tree, seeing him stand there, looking back, directly into her eyes.

Hear Me Roar

Your mom’s naked body moved about, washing itself with soapy suds, the lion’s share of which fell in a cascade down her impossible shape.

A Bang and a Whimper

Your mom stood there, sticking out like a sore thumb among the much shorter, darker lineup of exclusively men and old women.

Horsin' Around

Sebastian blushed as Henry waved the floppy object around. “Sebastian," he called. "Just imagine what your mom does with this."

Wet Between the Cheeks

"I guess that’s what happens when you’re beautiful. Your husband is still absolutely obsessed with you. I could see it in his eyes.."


Your cousin sighed, exasperated. “Your brother has been getting picked on by these guys for years now. He’s always turned the other cheek.

Bright Red

The indent from your mom’s bottom was still visible on the edge of the bed. As was the indentation from her heel on the shag carpet.

Spirit of the Beehive

Your mom knew better than to embarrass you at work. That’s why she didn’t say hi. Her smile was enough.

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