Adopted

From the time I could understand, I knew I was adopted and was okay with that. Of course, I wondered what my actual parents were like and why I was given up. While attending university I done a DNA test and got the result that matched what I was told about ethnic origins. No surprise and no matches on their DNA lists either, so no living relatives that had done DNA tests and there was possibility if they did in future IU would get a match. Still no matches 5 years later, the only real change in my life was my adopted father dying of cancer in 2021. He was 56 and that left me with my adopted mother 48 and we were quite well off. So, no major problems because of our loss and we went on as before. I had a good job and dated regularly and got lucky sometimes, no real partner on my radar at the time. My mother(adopted) and I went on a trip together that her late husband had wanted to do before died. We travel together in a rented RV and were having a great time together. We got caught between flood waters in a small town and while waiting for the waters to go down. We started fucking and as they once you start it's hard to stop, we haven't tried to stop. We like sleeping together and I still dated and finally found my future wife and she liked my mother and after a while and regularly having sex with my partner. We invited my mother to join us and now we regularly sleep together, we're marrying in March and expect our first child in September. My soon to be wife likes the inclusion of my mother in our sex life. It was having threesome with my mother that caused my soon to be wife to forget her precautions leading to her getting pregnant. I see it as another positive in our relationship.