Jake's POV
I woke to the warm press of bodies and the slow rock of the yacht. Sunlight already spilled through the master suite windows. Mom’s bare thigh was draped over mine, her hand resting on my c**k like it belonged there. Dad was spooned behind Aurora, one arm across her waist. Leo stretched along the far edge, already half-hard.
Mom stirred first. Her fingers closed around me and gave a lazy stroke. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice still husky.
I didn’t answer with words. I pulled her on top of me. She sank down onto my c**k in one smooth motion, wet and ready. The wet heat of her made me groan. Dad shifted, pushed Aurora onto her hands and knees, and slid into her from behind. She gasped, then smiled over her shoulder at me.
Leo crawled between us. Mom leaned forward so he c
