Get closer

You are interested in the two and decide to go directly to the shore. From there you can also see the two women better.

On the one hand, there is the mother. She seems to be around forty with long red hair and somewhat smaller breasts. You're no expert on the subject, but at this distance you'd guess her to be around a B-cup size, maybe even smaller. Her butt is well-shaped and she made a fit impression in every aspect. She had something of a yoga mom that you sometimes see jogging early in the morning or leading her own fitness class.

Her daughter was a whole head shorter than her mother and had also inherited her beautiful red hair. Unlike her mother, however, puberty must have hit her like a bomb. Her breasts hung heavily in front of her and her large areolas stood out clearly. You rarely see breasts that large (natural ones!) to determine the cup size. But you are sure that if she put on her mother's bra, it would definitely burst under the girth sooner or later. She seems to be in her late nineteen, early twenties.

"Sophie, why don't you just go somewhere else and let Mommy enjoy her weekend? Why don't you find someone of your own to get "hammered through" huh?"

"I have a boyfriend Mom!"

"Patrick? Oh dear, honey, don't tell me you're still together? Oh sweetie, believe me, that boy is no good. Have you even slept together yet?"

Her daughter looked silently into the water.

"Well, of course not. Why did I even put you on the pill for? Either way, now let Mom have her well-deserved...oh well, we have a visitor."

The mother had discovered you. She waved at you.

"Hey, you there! Yes, that's right, you! Come and join us! We don't bite. At most, I blow!" she screamed to you, still waiving her hands.

"Mamaaa, stop being so embarrassing!" her daughter shouted indignantly.