Bluvelvet99: Bronze Age ClassicOriginally published March. 17, 2014Buddy Cop MovieYou were camping o

Bluvelvet99: Bronze Age ClassicOriginally published March. 17, 2014Buddy Cop MovieYou were camping out with your mom and your mom’s friend’s son. He was your age. You weren’t having a good time with him around. The only reason he was out with you guys was because his grandpa had just died, and because his mom went to Cleveland to make funeral arrangements, your mom suggested that he come out with you guys. He was happy to.Your mom told you how important it was to be nice to him because of his loss. But when your mom wasn’t around he had no problems badmouthing his dead grandfather and he even pantomimed out what his heart attack, a vile recreation of what his last moments likely looked like.You guys did find one thing you both related over though. That was that you both wanting to be at the rock festival happening just a few miles down the highway from where you were camping. Unfortunately for the both of you, your mom wouldn’t let you go. That’s when he came up with an idea.He had a drug in his bag that he was supposed to take before bed. It was something that was apparently supposed to make you fall asleep. You felt guilty doing that to you mom, but you really wanted to see that festival for at least one night. He claimed that the drug would keep her out for at least 24 hours. It was perfect! He slipped some into her drink while she was out collecting firewood. She wanted to start a fire for you two so you could roast marshmallows together. You stood watch until he was finished.You and him both watched joyously as she drank it down. She was oblivious to what was going to happen. It finally started to kick in. He was right. She was having trouble standing up, or even sitting up straight. She eventually fell to the ground. You were pretty worried, but he assured you that you had nothing to stress out over. She was finally out cold. At least that’s what he said. It was hard to tell because her mouth and eyebrows kept twitching. “See. Out like a light.” He said, “wanna see something funny?”Before you could answer him he grabbed her by the head with both hands and thrusting his pelvis outward. Then he pulled her head onto his crotch and began rubbing her face on his bulge as he thrusted into her nose, cheeks, forehead and chin vulgarly.You tried to protest but he just replied with “shut up, my grandpa just died, I’m in mourning.” and he continued thrusting on as the bulge in his pants got bigger.You wanted to fight him, but you’ve never been in a fight, and you had no dad in your life to teach you how to throw a punch. So you stood there watching impotently. He started to pull his shorts off.“We should get going,” you suggested, but he continued.He was now in his underwear. He continued thrusting into her oblivious, dream-like face. He pressed his bulge down her mouth and onto her tongue. It left his underwear a bit wet. He would look over at you as he was doing this. He looked like he was enjoying himself. So much so that even if you were brave enough you didn’t know if you would even want to stop him and ruin his fun. Even you were getting pretty excited by this. It felt so good that you had to let out a little moan as you watched.“When did you want to go?” he asked facetiously, while his bulge was still on her tongue. “T-take your time” you replied, meekly as you let out another moan. He liked that answer. You were hoping he’d go that extra step. And a second later he did. He pulled down his underwear, exposing his hard cock, and he began rubbing it on her face and grunting. He would rest his cock flat on her face and have his balls underneath her nose. And then he dipped his balls in her mouth.After that he stuck his cock in her mouth and began face-fucking her. He said “this is what she gets for not letting us go to the festival, Right?” You looked at him and smiled, knowing that he was right. Then he pulled out, he started moaning, and thick wads of stringy cum poured out of his cock and cascaded slowly onto her face. “Yeahhhhhhh. Fuck yyyessss!” When he was done he pushed some of his cum from her cheek down into her mouth. Which you could tell she could taste by the smacking noises her tongue was making. He then pulled up his pants and said “let’s go.” you looked over at your cum-drenched mom and then looked over at him as if to say that you should clean her. He knew what you were implying and said “No. Let’s just let her sit in it for the night. We have all day tomorrow to wipe it up. You couldn’t have agreed with him more, so you left her lying on the ground there in a pathetic heap.You went to the festival and had a few hours of fun. But your mind was still on your mom the whole time. Alternating waves of guilt, concern and arousal washed over you in equal measure. But at the same time you knew she was still at camp, passed out, and you felt like there was so much more she could have been used for in that state. You’d probably never have her in that condition ever again. You regretted not insisting that he fuck her and maybe even fart on her face while he had the chance. Maybe it was because you didn’t trust him enough to let him go further and really experiment. You were slowly realizing what a mistake that was.You had that whole bagful of marshmallows she bought for you guys to roast over the fire sitting back at the camp site. He could have used that to do weird stuff to her. Like shove one up her ass, then pull it out and put it in her mouth and make her chew and swallow it. You wondered how many of those marshmallows you could fit up her pussy. You had the disposable cameras she bought the both of you for the trip that you could have taken pictures of her with. You could have taken pictures of her with a lit sparkler hanging out of her asshole. Imagine covering her ass in honey and watching the ants swarm it. At some point, in the middle of the festival, halfway through one of the lesser acts, he grabbed you by the elbow and said “i’m still pretty horny. We still have at least 16 hours until she gets up. Maybe we should go back to camp so I can fuck her a few times. I wanna feel what her pussy and ass feels like.”You just smiled at him. It was like he was reading your mind. He wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. In fact you liked him quite a bit. On your way back you thought about how your mom convinced you to let him camp with you guys this weekend. She told you that you should learn to trust people and see the good in them. Now here you were. You were so glad you were camping out with him. You knew this was going to be the best weekend in both of your lives. -- source link

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