My foster parents (Part 1)

A true story of how I started having sex with my foster parents.

Part 1 of however many parts it'll take to recount everything. My name is Maya, I’m 18 years old, and
long story short, I was placed in foster care several years ago due to an absent father and a mother who was too sick to take care of me. I was placed in the care of a couple in their 30s with no prior children, except for the man who had a son from a previous relationship, which he has partial care of.
Fast forward, my foster parents have taken very good care of me, we have a lot of fun together, they're both very loving and sweet. One evening I've joined them as they've had some friends over, drinking wine and watching a movie together. As the night has ended, the friends have gone home, I'm sipping my wine in the couch watching the tv as my parents are in the kitchen talking. After a while they come back into the living room, dad sits down right next to me on the couch, with his arm around my shoulder, while mom sits on the chair on the other side, putting me in-between them. We're all a little bit tipsy, and they decide it's time to start asking me about my sexual habits. While I was a bit caught off-guard and very shy about talking about that kind of stuff, I've always felt very close and safe to them and felt that I could talk openly to them about anything. They asked me if I have had sex (which I had), with whom, how it was, what we did etc. They told me I didn't have to feel ashamed to talk about these things, and were willing to share about their own early experiences too. After some 20-30 minutes of talking, laughing and drinking, dad starts pulling me in a bit closer - and before I know it he leans in and starts kissing me. In the moment I don't know what's happening, my mind goes blank, I don't pull away or question it, I just follow along, feeling his tongue flirting with mine. As he finishes kissing I'm left staring up at him speechless. I look over to mom and she has a flirtatious, naughty smile I have never seen on her before. Before I can even begin to think of what to say, she too leans in, leaving her seat and kneels in on the couch slightly and starts kissing me. She giggles a bit inbetween kissing me which causes me to slightly laugh along, unable to think clearly I'm just lost in the moment. As she keeps kissing more passionately, I feel my dad take hold of my hand and gently guide it toward his crotch area, only to feel that his fly has already been opened and now I'm feeling his erect cock through his underwear. Everything is happening so fast, I feel dads other hand around my shoulder start reaching down to fondle my breast, while mom runs her fingers through my hair while gently kissing my cheek and down my neck. I can't help but to let out a slight moan as my breathing gets even heavier. As I just about start to stroke dads cock through his boxers, mom stops to hurriedly say "Let's go to the bedroom instead" - hinting with her eyes at the fact that the living room window is wide open for anyone to see from across the street (Not that anyone was at that moment, thankfully).

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