Among the many things my father and I have in common is a revulsion for dancing, unlike Fabiola and my mother, who love it in almost all its forms. Not far from our beach house, there's a club popular with young people, and the other night after dinner, my mother and Fabiola decided to treat themselves to an evening dedicated to their passion, leaving us to drop them off and pick them up around 2:00. At the appointed time, my father and I arrived in the parking lot in front of the club, and not seeing them, we began to look around. Everyone leaving the club seemed impaired by alcohol and other influences, and their behavior was nothing short of uninhibited. Couples and small groups headed toward the beach adjacent to the club and disappeared into the darkness, while others emerged from that same darkness with shocked but satisfied expressions. What particularly caught our attention was a small group of very young boys accompanied by a middle-aged woman who was letting them touch her and kiss them one after the other. The woman was wearing a top that she barely had time to adjust before one of the boys pulled it down, revealing her large white breasts, which contrasted with her tan. She was laughing and didn't flinch, even when all those hands slipped under her skirt, lifting it up and showing everyone she wasn't wearing panties. Those boys had undoubtedly fucked her in every way in the darkness of the beach, and when that thought made my cock hard, out of the corner of my eye I looked at my father and saw that he was also watching her, caressing himself. Shortly afterward, we saw Fabiola and my mother leaving the club and looking around without being able to see us. I got out of the car and walked toward them, and when I got close to them, I realized they were visibly upset. Fabiola greeted me by kissing me on the mouth and calling me "love," and immediately afterward, my mother, laughing, did the same, inserting her tongue into my mouth. My surprise at her behavior quickly faded when I tasted the unmistakable taste of cum in my mouth. I was incredibly excited. We got into the car, Fabiola and I in the back and my mother in the front. When my father noticed their excitement, he slipped his hand between my mother's thighs and then asked her where her panties were. She burst out laughing and then casually told him that a boy had kept them as a souvenir. Her laughter was echoed by Fabiola's, who, lifting her skirt, showed me that she too was without panties. I reached out and fingered her cum-stained pussy. Then I moved to her anus, which I also found stuffed with a male's pleasure. Soon after, we were home in our respective beds, licking the women we loved.