[F4M] A Mother, Her Daughter, and The Degenerate Ex-Con who Ruins Them

My father died when I was a baby, so for most of my life, it was just my mother and I.

We were very happy in our own, feminine world. Our life was quiet - we sometimes visited with friends from church and school, but we kept to ourselves most of the time. Living on a small acreage in the countryside, twenty minutes outside of town, makes it easy to live a life of solitude.

That doesn’t mean we weren’t happy, quite the contrary. My mother and I loved each other’s company, and we loved our cozy, little house in the country. Living quietly suited us.

Like most things do, our lives changed when I went to college.

While I was away learning new things and meeting new people, my mom was at home. For the first time in her life, she understood how true loneliness felt. Not having me in the house made the quiet seem louder than having a house full of people. I called as often as I could, and I visited every other weekend since campus was only a few hours away, but I could tell my mom needed something to occupy her time.

I was not expecting what came next. She called me when I was a sophomore to tell me that she’d started writing letters to a man in prison. She’d been matched with him due to a penpal program for prisoners through the church we attended.

It seemed innocent at first. He was paying his debt to society, and my mom was enjoying getting letters and having a new friend.

Then she started visiting him on weekends and talking to him on the phone. Suddenly she became more secretive about the letters. She wouldn’t talk much about them, and she certainly didn’t let me read them anymore. When I would ask about her prisoner friend, she would blush and smile, but she kept everything vague. It was clear that their relationship had grown deeper than just being penpals.

Finally, she told me the truth: they’d fallen in love and were going to be together when he got out of prison.

To say I was dismayed would be an understatement. I tried to talk her out of it, to look at things more sensibly, but she just brushed off my concerns and told me that things would be all right.

I had just turned twenty when I first met him. I was home for the summer before my junior year at college, so I knew I’d have to spend my break getting to know him.

He was a massive man, well over 6 feet tall, and incredibly muscular. I assumed that came from having nothing to do in prison but workout and lift weights. His head completely shaved down the skin, revealing all the crude, jailhouse tattoos that covered every part of his exposed skin. His beard was wild and unkempt, with lots of grey mixed in. He looked mean, scary.

That would’ve been bad enough, but the moment he laid eyes on me, he leered and started to undress me with his eyes. When my mother’s back was turned, he tried to slip his hand under the skirt I was wearing. When I pushed him away and glared at him, he simply smirked and gave me a cocky wink before walking over to my mother and smacking her bottom.

They kept me up that night with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. Part of me was irritated as I listened to my mom and her new boyfriend screaming in ecstasy through round after round.

Another part of me was aroused, and I didn’t want to admit it.

After sleeping for a few hours, I got up to make breakfast. It hadn’t been in the kitchen long before my mom’s boyfriend swaggered into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers. He helped himself to cup of coffee, then walked over to me and tried to pinch my ass before I pulled away.

“Don’t worry. She’s sound asleep.” He grunted loudly. “You’re gonna have to get used to this.” He said, matter-of-factly. “C’mon. You’re hotter than your mom, and I’ll bet your pussy’s tighter too.”

All I could do is stare at him in disgust while he smirked at me and palmed himself over his boxers.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard one day.” He called out with a lustful guffaw as I retreated back to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

If he knew my pussy was soaked, he’d have probably taken me right there.

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An innocent mother and daughter become the playthings of a man who was recently released from prison. Hilarity ensures.

Really, though, I’d love to see this end badly for the mother and daughter. Prison has only made this man a hardened criminal. He’s a scumbag. He’s an asshole. And he’s going to destroy these two women and make them his slutty toys. Bonus points for anyone who wants to play his equally-degenerate, ex-con buddies - perhaps he pimps the mother and daughter out to them, among other depraved things he makes them do.

If this idea has interested you, please reach out! I do ask that you put effort into your responses. I’m not going to respond to one-liners. I want to know that you’re engaging with my plot, so come prepared with ideas and suggestions. I want to hear what you’re thinking! Above all, I’m looking for long term writers who enjoy world-building, characterization, and the occasional OOC chat.

When it comes to kinks, here’s some of my favorites: age gaps, size differences, big cocks, precum, sex toys, lingerie, sexting/sex on film, men’s underwear, incest, masculinity, men with body hair, cheating, drugs, threesomes/group sex, girl on girl, corruption, rough sex, prostitution, overtly perverted men, oral, anal, fingering, handjobs, public sex, car sex, bondage, spanking, condom break, condom removal, squirting, lots of dirty talk, and others I’m forgetting.

My hard limits are non-con, gore, scat, excessive violence, feet, beast, and all characters must be over the age of eighteen.

I look forward to hearing from you!