It's either that or explain to some strangers just what mother and daughter were doing in the cubicle.

"Aww, but I wannaaa~!" Anne pouted, tightening her hug around Jamie as the futa's softening cock slipped out of her with a wet sound. "My baby girl's been having so much fun, and I was at work and stuff, and now it's, like, my turn to snuggle with her!"

"No one's saying you can't cuddle with her!" Monica growled, exasperated by Anne's obstinacy. "Just do it back where Addie's waiting. Unless you want to explain the noises and why you're both basically naked."

"Uh, it's a beach, you dummy!" Anne giggled, putting her cheek against Jamie's. "Everyone's basically naked."

Monica opened her mouth for an angry reply, but Jamie piped up before she could say anything: "Mom, I... I'd rather go back. My legs feel like jelly, and I really want to lie down a bit..."

"Like, of course, baby girl!" For some reason, Anne was a lot more willing to listen to her daughter. "You can use my boobies as a pillow and stuff!"

"Well, at least that got you moving," Monica deadpanned before turning around and closing the door behind herself. "Get your swimsuits on and let's go."

That proved to be a problem in and off itself - when Jamie pulled her bikini bottoms back up, she realized they were pretty much soaked in her mother's juices. Not that the futa's pussy fared any better; tucking her cock back in necessitated squishing it against the sodden labia, making Jamie wince. Why did she have to be so damn sensitive? At least the quickie had dulled her libido enough that for now, the redhead could manage. But the way the wet fabric clung to her crotch was still a little gross. Luckily, the pareo had stayed clean, and once Jamie had put it back on and pulled her top back over her tits, she was presentable again. And, what was even more important, she felt a lot more presentable, too.

"Ooh, baby girl, I'm, like, sooo happy we can just go out and have fun together now," Anne squealed and pulled Jamie into another hug after she had re-situated her own breasts into their too-small cups. "You know, I felt kinda lonely before, 'cause you were always on your computer and stuff."

"I, uh, m-me too," Jamie stammered, turning red once more as she felt her mother's enormous boobs press into her. She was glad to hear Anne was happier now - the futa, too, preferred how things were now. No more getting yelled at, no more overbearing strictness, and then there was the way Anne lusted after her... While Jamie had been weirded out by that at first, to say the least, she rather enjoyed the attention now. "I really like... spending time with you."

"Aww, that's, like, so sweet!" Anne cooed, nuzzling her cheek against Jamie's before reluctantly opening the door to step out, pulling her daughter with her. Jamie turned even redder when she saw what Monica had been talking about when she had said "someone might have noticed". More than a few accusing, lewd or incredulous stares were leveled their way. The way Anne pulled her daughter against her possessively surely didn't help the way the onlookers interpreted what they had heard. Staring down at her chest, the futa allowed herself to be led back towards Addie, her feet sinking into the warm sand with every step.

Anne was humming a little tune, her hips knocking into Jamie's as she was walking alongside her daughter. Or rather strutting next to her like the cat that got the milk. Jamie didn't mind, even if it made walking a little difficult; not when her mother had a body this amazing and no qualms about Jamie touching her. Although it was embarrassing to have her do it in public.

"Are you feeling better, Jamie?" Addie's concerned question broke Jamie from her introspection. Raising her head, she saw the blonde looking at her with sympathetic eyes.

"Much, thanks," Jamie smiled, laying her head on her mother's shoulder. "But I'm totally pooped..."

"Not surprising," grinned Monica, sitting down next to Addie. "You should have heard them. If that was them being silent, I wouldn't want to be in the same room when they... you know."

"Heeey, no fair!" Anne pouted, letting go of Jamie and putting her hands on her hips. "I was super careful and stuff, I even... kissed my baby girl so she'd be more silent."

The last part was said in an exaggerated stage whisper, making Monica roll her eyes.

"Well, it didn't work half as well as you maybe think it did," the amazon mumbled while Anne walked over to her bag, taking out a big beach towel and some sun blocker, quickly laying down the former and beginning to apply the latter.

"C'mon, Jamie, let mommy put some sunblock on you," she said while sitting down, massaging the thick white fluid into the pliant flesh of her chest. Jamie gulped and quickly plopped down herself with her back to her mother so the older woman protect her from sunburn - and so she didn't have to watch the decidedly erotic display. Not that she didn't want to; she just feared the consequences.

"Noo, not like that," Anne giggled, gently pushing Jamie's shoulder until the frazzled futa was lying on her front, a muffled squeak escaping her when she felt her mother untie her bikini top. "It's, like, important to get a good tan, you know? And tops totally get in the way!"

As Anne began massaging Jamie's front to get the younger woman covered in sunblock, the futa was soon sighing and murmuring contentedly, owing to the skillful fingers of her mother kneading her muscles, caressing and circling across Jamie's skin lovingly, first her front, then her back - and even though her mother spent an inordinate amount of time on Jamie's breasts, the resulting pleasant tingle was only enough to make the futa smile and sigh happily. While Monica updated Addie on what had happened at the changing shed, Jamie felt the relaxation envelop her, and soon the futa felt her consciousness slipping as she drifted off into a deep slumber, Anne's hands still running over her body.