Lost and Found
Copyright© 2025 by Kim
Chapter 2: Molly’s Strange Marriage
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: Molly’s Strange Marriage - When Jason comes of age, he tracks down his birth mother from whom he was severed as a baby when she was sixteen. As a youth he had often daydreamed what she was like and what it would be like to be alone with her. When he reached twenty years of age his curiosity was released.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Drunk/Drugged Romantic TransGender Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Son
After the exhaustion of fucking the daylights out of his mother, Jason slept of the the remains of the cocaine swirling within him. A while later he was gently awoken by Molly with a cup of black coffee. She had taken a shower and was now in a wrap with her hair in a towel. She stroked his hair as he sipped at the coffee and they began quietly exchanging their thoughts on what had happened between them. The formality between them was now replaced with a new pragmatic and relaxed honesty.
“Well Jason, you certainly pushed the boat out on getting to know me - but don’t run away with the idea I’ll turn a trick for you again in a hurry - ok?”
“Uh, yea - Ok - but it sure was one almighty fuck wich blew my mind more than anything I done with any little gilrfriend. You got blasted on it too, you really came big for me; don’t deny it Molly.”
Molly gazed at me... “Ok; it wasn’t something I wanted to happen with you, that’s for sure ... I’m married to a man with a small cock. So ... seeing your big thing! - I tried to resist it by locking my knees; but you forced them apart; you bastard. Yes, I climaxed hard for sure.”
She smiled,” But don’t try it on me again Ok - my husband Benny is a nasty piece of work ... and I dont want you getting hurt Jason?”
Jason felt it odd she refered to them making love as turning a trick - and she wasn’t crazy about her husband either? “How long have you been married to this Benny?”
“I was about your age when Benny took an intrest in me. It wasn’t a romance; he was older; a bit tranny.”
“How’d you mean?”
“He frequnted Trans clubs; dressed up and stuff. He was a bit like a sugar daddy to me; he showed me new things that went on in clubs and stuff. It facinated me. It was more grown up than the usual college romancing. When he proposed, I thought he was a queer who needed a wife to hide behind. It was liberating in a strange way; at the time anyway.”
Did he take you to any of these Trans clubs?”
“He only took me if I dressed up for them.”
“What did you dress up as?”
“Well it’s a game see; so I had to go as a boy.”
“Wow ... I can’t ever imagine you passing as a boy!”