The Perks of Being Adopted

The Perks of Being Adopted

When Mom and Dad finally sat me down at age 18, to confess to me that I was adopted, I very much doubt that they were expecting the reaction that they got. After a long pause where I processed the information, my face lit up and I blurted out, “Oh my god… Does this me you can fuck me!” 

Now, in fairness to me, there was some build-up here. For one, Daddy was ripped, strong, charming, and hung. On top of that, my Mom was the sexiest, flirtiest woman that I knew. And while her absolutely massive tits did give me some confidence issues when puberty seemed to even off but I still hadn’t measured up, they also made my mouth water. 

On top of all of that, I’d learned a few years earlier that Mom and Dad were in an open relationship. And while they’d never done anything in front of me, the flirting that I’d seen, and what I knew it had led to, left me rubbing myself to orgasm on many a lonely night. 

I’d figured out that I had a Daddy kink and a Mommy kink pretty early on. And by the time I was 18, I’d even accepted it. 

So when they came clean about being swingers, I came clean about doing Parent themed role-plays with my various boyfriends and girlfriends. They were shocked at first. But Mom was the first to laugh. And once she’d shrugged, said “Of course!” and given me a hug. Dad joined in. After all, they had started that conversation to admit to me that my Parents were a couple of kinky sex freaks. So they could hardly blame their Daughter for being kinky too. 

That said, me being adopted explained a lot. Like the fact that Mom was 5 foot 11, Dad was 6 foot 5, and I was 4 foot 11. Even at 18, my Mom and dad towered over. Which, full disclosure, made me tingle in lovely ways and in all the right places. I didn’t want my Mom mad at me. Ever. But when she got stern, and she got close, and she towered over me with all that power and authority… Fuck that was hot!

So, yeah. Mom and Dad sat me down, and broke the news expecting me to cry, and be hurt, and feel all of these negative feelings. But after a few seconds of cycling through a hundred different thoughts and feelings, I somehow ended up at: “But if Daddy’s not really related to me by blood, then he can give me that dick. Right?” 

And, just like the previous time that I’d dropped a sex themed bomb on them, it started with awkward silence. And then my Mom laughed. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks. But, when she finally got control of herself, she gave me this look. She looked at me the same way I’d seen her look at people I now knew were her lovers, and it send delicious little shivers through me. 

Then she grinned at me. A steamy, desire filled grin with eyes that took me in like I was there for her to consume. And after a moment she said, “You know what? Fuck it.” And then she grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me into the hottest kiss of my life. I was soaked, and overheating, and panting for air by the time Mom broke that kiss. 

Then she looked over at Dad and said, “What do you think hubby? Are we going to fuck this little slut, or what?” 

After that, Mom pulled me back into another kiss that made me knees tremble, and I was all hers. My skirt, her pants, and both of our panties got thrown to random parts of the room as Mom knocked me down onto the couch and made me her moaning, whimpering, gleeful little plaything. And I only realized that Daddy had joined the fun at some point when Mom said something that I didn’t hear. I went to ask her to repeat herself, when Daddy pulled me to my feet. Physically lifted me into the air, and brought me back down directly onto his cock! I cried out as he filled me, spread me, and had me screaming out the most obscene things I’d ever said out loud!

And that was that. Mom and I kissed, and caressed, and explored one another’s bodies as Daddy fucked my tight little pussy. And when he told me he wanted my ass too, I gave it to him oh so willingly! When it felt like he was going to break me in half with his cock, I started to second guess myself. But Mom wasn’t having it. She gave one of my tits a firm squeeze, and then pinched my nipple in a way that felt so good that I was pretty sure I would have moaned no matter how hard she pulled on it. And when she chastised me in her stern Mommy voice, and corrected me by saying, “I believe you meant to say, Deeper Daddy! Now didn’t you, young lady?” I had to finish my orgasm before I could comply. 

The two of them fucked me for hours, until we all ended up cuddled up in their bed. Naked, giggling, and drunk on pleasure. When Mom got up to make dinner, it was so normal that part of me panicked that the normalcy of it meant that my time with them, like this, was over. Thankfully, I only had a few seconds of panic. Since, as I crawled over to the edge of the bed, about to offer to help Mom out, Dad grabbed my ankle. 

Then he pulled me to him. Set me on my hands and knees, and gave me the best doggy style fuck of my life!

I loved my Mom and Dad. And they would always, ALWAYS be my Mom and Dad. But now that they are also my lovers, I don’t think anyone in history, has ever been so damn happy to be adopted!

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