I sat curled on the edge of my bed, my plump thighs pressed together, my huge bouncy tits rising and falling with each shuddering breath. The black mom-bra strained against my chest, the underwires digging into soft flesh, the cups barely containing the heavy mounds. The matching leather thong bit into my round ass, the thin strip of leather disappearing between my cheeks as I rocked slightly, my fingers twisting the hem of my leather skirt where my front panties clearly visible.

I was crying. Tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the skirt clinging to my trembling thighs. I hadn't even realized I'd been crying until my mom and dad stepped into the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, his expression softening when he saw me.

"Lily, baby," dad murmured, kneeling down in front of me while mom stood by the door, her arms crossed over her chest. He cupped my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears. "Talk to us. What's going on?"

"I-I don't know how to say it," I whispered, my voice cracking.

Mom stepped closer, her red dress hugging her curves, the fabric clinging to her thick thighs. Her red panties peeked out when she moved, the lace trim visible. She placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch warm. "We're here, sweetheart. You can tell us anything."

I looked down. "I-I like girls more than boys," I blurted, my voice trembling.

Silence.

Dad exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening slightly around my face before he relaxed. "Lily..." he started, but I cut him off.

"I don't know if I am lesbian or bi," I admitted, my fingers twisting the fabric of my skirt into knots. "I-I like... touching them. Being with them. I've-I've been with girls before. More than once. I've been to the lesbian bar downtown."

Mom's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she sat beside me on the bed, her thigh pressing against mine. "You've never told us this," she said softly.

"I-I wear your clothes, mom. When you're not home." My voice was barely audible. "Your bras... your panties... your thong..."

Dad's breath hitched. He swallowed hard, his fingers flexing against my cheek. "Lily..."

"I wear your shirt, dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I like the way it smells. I like thinking about your... your hard dick touching me."

Mom's lips parted, her fingers tightening on my shoulder. "Lily, baby-"

"I use your toys," I continued, my voice shaking. "I watch you... when you have sex with dad. I-I touch myself then."

Dad's cock twitched in his shorts, and I saw it. I saw the outline, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric. My pussy clenched at the sight, my thong already damp.

Mom's breath came faster, her chest rising and falling. "You... you watch us?"

I nodded, my tears still falling. "Yes, sometimes".

I smell your panties... and dad's underwear. Sometimes I lick them... or rub myself with them."

Dad's cock twitched again, and he shifted uncomfortably, his shorts straining against his erection. Mom's thighs pressed tighter against mine, her dress riding up slightly, revealing the red lace of her panties.

"And when you kiss me on the cheeks," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Or when you spank me for being naughty. Or when you try my skirts and panties on me..."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "I get... thoughts. When I sleep next to both of you. When you both hug me."

Mom's breath hitched. Her hand slid from my shoulder to my thigh, her fingers brushing against the leather of my skirt. "Lily..."

"I get aroused when I see you both making out in front of me," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "Or when you kiss each other. Or when you seduce dad in front of me."

Dad groaned, his cock throbbing visibly in his shorts. Mom's fingers dug into my thigh, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, baby..." she murmured.

I looked up at them, my eyes burning with tears and something else-something hot and needy. "I don't know what to do," I whispered. "I don't know if I'm... if I'm wrong for feeling this way."

Mom's hand slid higher, her fingers brushing against the damp fabric between my thighs. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. "You're not wrong, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're not wrong at all."

Dad groaned, his cock pressing harder against his shorts. "Fuck, Lily..."

Mom's fingers hooked into the waistband of my thong, pulling it aside. Her fingers were warm, her touch sending a shudder through me. "Tell us what you want, sweetheart," she whispered.

I moaned, my hips rocking involuntarily against her fingers. "I-I want you," I whispered. "Both of you".

They both hugged me tightly, I smiled and they kissed me on my cheeks...I said I love you guys for hearing me and supporting me.