The club was packed, even more than usual. I could barely hear myself over the thumping bass, but I guess that was the point. We were all here to have fun and leave our regular selves at home. Josh spun me around before pulling me close to him. My black, strapless minidress clung to me like a second skin, already damp from the heat of the crowded room. The dance floor was abuzz, and the night had just gotten started.

Josh and I had been coming to this swingers' club for about a year now, but when they announced a lineup of fetish-themed nights, we quickly booked our spots. The one that took us most by surprise was Family Fun Night. While we had never indulged in that type of roleplay before, the idea intrigued us. Over the course of the past few weeks, we tried out different roles: father/daughter, mother/son, and even brother/sister. It added a spice to our love life that we never expected was missing.

The naughtiness of the night permeated throughout the club. People were dancing like they didn't care who was watching. We were all there to give in to our most base selves. The playroom wouldn't be open for another hour, giving us plenty of time to just let loose.

Josh leaned in, whispering something in my ear. I couldn't hear him over the loud music, so I simply responded by swaying my hips against his crotch. With every move, I felt my short dress hiking up even higher. At this point, I didn't bother pulling it back down. It was a battle I was never going to win.

I tossed my hair back and reached my arm around my husband's neck. Josh nibbled at my earlobe while whispering the raunchiest things he could think of. While I couldn't make out all he was saying, I could hear him calling me Mommy. Just that word alone sent sparks straight to my pussy. He wrapped his arms around me, as our hips rolled together in unison.

Josh's finger inched up my bare thigh, pushing my short dress up even higher. I knew where he was heading, and I couldn't wait to feel his fingers on my snatch.

That's when I saw them.

At first, I thought I was losing it. There is no way Mom and Dad would be caught dead in a place like this, especially on a night like tonight. Yet the longer I stared at the daring couple dancing on the other side of the room, the more I was certain it was them. A sense of dread washed over me. My heart was pounding, practically leaping out of my chest. I froze mid-step, unable to move.

Mom was laughing, throwing her hair back, and moving her hips like she owned the place. Gone was the woman in jeans and a baggy t-shirt I had become accustomed to over the years. This woman demanded attention. She wore a tight, shiny red minidress that was short enough that even I was worried about what would happen if she bent forward. She had always encouraged me to show off my body, but to see her flaunting herself like that was astonishing. It wasn't just the hem that was indecent. Mom's neckline plunged low, leaving her cleavage fully on display.

"Isn't that your mom…and dad?" Josh asked, shocked.

I said nothing. I didn't know how to respond.

"And wow. She looks, like, really good. I mean, she's hot!" Josh continued.

My husband wasn't wrong. Mom looked incredible. The strobing lights flickered across her glowing skin, giving her a more youthful appearance. While I knew Mom was in great shape, I couldn't believe the way she was moving. She was being whipped around, showing off her toned figure, and gathering quite a crowd. With every move, her dress seemed to shrink. I wanted to call out and tell her to cover up; that men were leering at her, yet I didn't. Instead, I joined those men, holding my breath, uncertain how far she would be willing to take it.

The more I watched her, the more hyper-aware I became of my own body. My damp dress stuck to me like a second skin, while sweat dripped down the curves of my tits. I suddenly was worried Mom would catch me dressed like the slut that I was.

Mom seemed to hold no such fears. I didn't know if I was impressed or jealous, but she seemed to grow bolder the more attention she drew.

Then she spotted me.

"Julie?" she shouted.

I wanted to run and hide, like I would have as a little girl. She moved towards me, pushing the crowd aside, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. I felt slightly angry. How could she be so excited to see me? I thought to myself. We are in a fuck club for God's sake.

Her sweat-drenched arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me in tightly like she had many times throughout my life. Reluctantly, I returned her hug, uncertain what to say or do once the hug ended.

"It's good to see you, Josh," Dad said, stretching out his hand to greet my husband.

"You too, Dad," Josh responded while looking at me for some sort of guidance on how to proceed.

However, I was just as lost as he was.

Mom sensed my unease.

"Dance with me," she said.

She pulled me in without hesitation, running her hands down my arms, before interlocking her fingers with mine. Still speechless, I watched as Mom started to sway her hips back and forth. My arms moved with hers, while the rest of me stood still. Mom grinned widely, our eyes meeting, as she attempted to pull me into her frivolity. The bass reverberated down my spine, bringing me back to awareness. I keyed into the beat thumping through my chest and let my instincts take over.

Mom met my movements, slowly swaying her hips alongside mine. She was playfully rolling her shoulders and stepping back and forth. I felt a smile spread across my face, reminded of all the times we danced in the kitchen throughout my life. Yet this club was not my childhood home, and neither of us was here to cook. The club's energy swarmed us. Slowly, the tenor of our dancing shifted. We were no longer just swaying to the beat; we started moving as one. Our bodies interlocked, moving perfectly in sync. With every roll of my hips, Mom met my move, pressing her sweltering body into my own. Her hair flung about, while her hands melted into my hips. Mom's grip was light but forceful. She was taking command, and I found myself enjoying following her lead.

When her thigh slipped between my legs, hiking up my skirt, I followed suit. By this point, I had forgotten about Dad and Josh. My whole world was Mom and the music. Mom giggled as she brushed the strands of hair out of my face.

"You look beautiful," she told me.

I just smiled and continued dancing, not wanting to ruin the moment. My mother's bare legs rubbed against mine. She wrapped her arm around my neck and yanked me closer. Mom's tits pushed against my chest. I could feel the heft of Mom's breasts, as her dress threatened to be pulled down. The woman before me felt like sex personified. I couldn't believe this was my mother. I pulled away slightly, hoping to catch my breath. Our eyes met once more, and I felt lost in the moment. I inched forward, forgetting momentarily that the woman standing before me was my flesh and blood mother. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was more than a peck, but not by much. She responded with a kiss back before pulling away.

"That was nice," she whispered while taking my hand.

We walked over to my husband and father, who were watching us from the sidelines.

"That was unexpected," Dad chuckled.

"What are you doing here? And Mom, what in the hell are you wearing?" I exploded.

She looked down at her barely-there dress and said, "Don't you like it?"

"Daddy said I looked really sexy in it. He even picked it out for me," she replied.

Dad picked that dress out! My brain was short-circuiting. There was only one reason Dad would have Mom dress like that, and that would be to get fucked by some stranger.

"She does look hot," Josh chimed in.

"Why, thank you, Josh," Mom said.

Still slightly out of breath, it dawned on me that I had kissed my mother. I could still feel the remnants of her taste on my lips. I sighed loudly, trying to downplay the effect the kiss was having on me.

Mom leaned against Dad; her eyes still trained on me. I felt like prey waiting to be pounced. This was a side of Mom I'd never seen before. Thankfully, Josh spoke up before I could say anything.

"You still haven't answered what you are doing here," he pushed.

"Same thing as you, I would imagine," Dad responded.

"But it's Family Fun Night," I said, exasperated.

"All the better," Mom simply stated.

I felt the heat in my face rising. She was being too nonchalant about all this. I wanted answers.

"I can't take this. Why won't you be honest with me? Why are you here?" I shouted on the verge of tears.

Even I was shocked by my reaction. Not minutes ago, Mom and I were lost in our lust-filled dance, and here I was acting like I played no part in it. Josh and I loved the naughtiness of our roleplay, but after kissing Mom, I was coming to realize that maybe there was more to my desire to roleplay than I originally acknowledged. I needed to know if Mom felt the same way.

"Can we find somewhere to talk?" I asked.

We shuffled off to a room that had some chairs and food. Light music played in the background, providing atmosphere, yet low enough that we could hear one another. Prince hummed in my ear, which helped calm me down. It reminded me of a simpler time when we would listen to his music while my parents drove me to soccer practice. I was flanked on all sides by people who loved me, and I did my best to remember that.

We sat at a high table, snacking on the tortilla chips provided by the club. No one was ready to start the conversation we needed to have. I was sitting there playing with my hair when I noticed this older couple talking to this young blonde in a sheer tube top and a mini skirt. It was clear that they came together. Their hands were all over each other. It was a scene I'd seen many times at the club, but tonight was different.

"Oh, Mommy, your lips feel so good on mine," the blonde moaned.

"Don't forget about Daddy. He has been waiting weeks to see you," the older woman stated.

"How could I forget my strapping father?" The blonde purred.

She sat on his lap before lunging at the older man. They made out, not caring who was watching or listening to their roleplay.

The scene was hot. It was a stark reminder of why Josh and I came to the club tonight. We wanted to partake in roleplay, and seeing it play out in front of us made me feel hot under the collar.

Mom's heavy breathing brought me back to the reality of the situation. She was running her hands over her neck, overcome with desire. I stopped watching the couple with the blonde and refocused my attention on Mom. She was lost in the moment. She let one hand drop onto my father's lap, rubbing his crotch over his dark jeans, while the other hand shifted down to her tits. She groped them both, putting on quite a show for Josh and me.

"Mom!" I yelped, nudging her with my elbow.

"Sorry. This place just has an effect on me," she said.

"How long have you been coming here?" Josh wondered.

"Almost as long as you've been alive. The better question is, how long have you two been coming?" she retorted.

"Just since last summer. It's been a fun way to keep the fun going, if you know what I mean," Josh chuckled.

"We were the same way when we were your age," Dad said.

"I can't believe how chill you all are about this," I vented.

"Well, sweetie, how am I supposed to be reacting?" Mom bewilderedly asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a bit weirded out," I gasped.

"Julie, while I didn't expect to see you here, it doesn't shock me that my daughter has an active and adventurous sex life. I did raise you after all," Mom explained.

She was right. I was more like Mom than I liked to admit. Hearing Mom and Dad fucking all the time definitely influenced how I saw sex. Mom had instilled in me that sexuality was something to embrace. I just never realized how naughty the two of them were.

Mom shifted her hand onto my bare thigh. Her touch felt like fire, making me heat up in a way I had rarely felt before. Mom's light touch would've been easy to overlook, but there was something about the way that she was eyeing me that had me worried.

I wiggled in my chair, trying to give Mom a hint that I was slightly uncomfortable. However, all my moving around did was bring her hand closer to my inner thigh. Mom's fingers embedded themselves into my leg. Her nails dug into me, almost as if she were marking her territory. I wanted to scream and run, but instead found myself relaxing into her touch. Mom seemed possessed, and I felt myself pulled into her desire.

"I have to say, Julie, you look amazing," Dad commented.

"Thanks, Daddy," I said.

It had been years since I called my father, Daddy, but there was something about addressing him by anything else tonight that felt wrong.

The four of us started chatting about everything and anything under the sun, still hesitant to truly discuss the elephant in the room. As we chatted, Mom's fingers never left my thigh. I tried my best, but the heat in my loins continued to grow. I worried that Mom could feel the furnace burning between my legs, yet I did nothing to move away.

"So, Family Fun Night, huh?" Josh awkwardly queried.

"I know it may be a lot to take in, but your mother and I have been roleplaying father and daughter stuff for most of our relationship," Dad admitted.

I spit out my drink in shock. While I wanted to say I was surprised, so much of my parents' behavior made a lot more sense now. Ever since my first summer back from college, Mom encouraged me to buy the most revealing and risqué clothing she could find. It started with shorter shorts, but by the end of the summer, she was buying matching barely there string bikinis for us to wear. I thought it was about her keeping herself youthful, but now, hearing Dad's confession, it dawned on me that I was an object of their sex life.

I looked at Josh, and then back at Dad, trying to give myself time to process what was just said. Yet, it was Mom's leg rubbing against my own that brought me back to the moment. She licked her lips and not so subtly made a kissy face at me.

It was then that I knew I needed to ask, "Have you ever roleplayed as me, Mom?"

"Many, many times," she bluntly answered.

"Wow," I muttered.

Josh took my hand, sensing my unease. It was just what I needed. Despite everything, I at least knew Josh was going to protect me from this madness.

"Your daughter really is sexy. I bet if you played your cards right, you may get to see her in action later," Josh added.

Hearing my husband rationalize my parents' behavior shook me. Roleplaying was one thing, but to invite them to see me fuck was taking things to a whole other level. The problem was that I wanted it as much as he did. My labia were swollen, and I felt my body trembling with every rub of Mom's fingers. She was driving me wild. I wanted to tell her to touch me more. I did my best to cover up my reactions, but Mom's teasing was starting to be too much.

"I need some air," I announced.

This was all too much; it was hard to believe it was real. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and saw how flushed my face was from arousal. Sweat had gathered across my brow, making me glow in the dimly lit room. Surprisingly, the restroom was empty, providing me with the space I needed to collect my thoughts.

That all changed when I saw Mom saunter in from the packed hallway.

"It is crowded tonight! I have a feeling these themed nights are going to be here to stay," she nonchalantly commented.

I just looked at her, unsure what to say.

"The boys sent me in to check on you. They're worried about you. I'm worried about you," she said.

"How am I supposed to be okay? Mom, look at you! Dad dressed you up to get fucked by some stranger pretending to be me," I exclaimed.

"You aren't exactly dressed for church!" Mom shot back.

Silence filled the air as Mom inched her way closer to me. I backed away until there was nowhere else to go. Our eyes locked once more. Mom's desire flooded my senses. Her gaze was electric. I couldn't deny the effect it was having on me. I rubbed my legs together, hoping to provide myself some relief. I prayed...