She has two experienced supporters and one slightly airheaded one. It'll be fine.

Jamie gave up her protests once the door closed behind them, even ignoring the fact that she hadn't had time to put on shoes. It wasn't as if they were having any effect on her mother; some things apparently never changed. Anne was still convinced she knew what was best for her daughter, but at least now "what was best" was considerably more enjoyable for Jamie. Her mother spent the short walk to the beach happily chattering away about how happy she was for how pretty Jamie was looking, and how glad she was they had such a great relationship now, and so on and so forth. Jamie meanwhile couldn't help but smile; however forceful her mother was in pulling her towards the beach in her bikini, this was the first time they had went out together in years, let alone with such an amicable atmosphere between them. If it wasn't for her labia rubbing over her shaft inside her bikini briefs with every step, it would have been a lovely stroll. As it was, only her recent climax prevented the futa from getting a hard-on, the way her mother's sideboob sometimes brushed against Jamie decidedly not helping.

It wasn't until they reached the beach that Jamie realized something rather troublesome: Anne had pulled her out the door so fast that the redhead hadn't had any time to take her purse with her. Which had her phone in it. How the hell was Jamie supposed to find Addie and Monica without it?! When the futa mentioned this to her mother, Anne was rather unworried.

"Shouldn't it be, like, super easy to find them? I mean, Addie is totally hot, and she's probably doing her streamie thing, right?" Laying one finger on her cheek, Anne looked upwards to the sky, tilting her head sideways. "It shouldn't be that hard, I don't think... We'll, like, just go along the boardwalk and look for them!"

"You're... right, good idea," Jamie replied. Why hadn't she thought of that? The boardwalk ran along the whole length of the beach, and with how much Addie and her mother stood out, they were bound to find them. And even if they didn't, spending the afternoon with her mother didn't sound so bad. Mother and daughter set off down the boardwalk, Anne once again beginning to chatter away.

"Uh, Mom, I just remembered something," Jamie interrupted her mother gushing about how one of her colleagues at the courthouse had complimented her on her outfit today. "You know how you helped me with registering as female?"

"Of course, silly! You're, like, totally welcome, by the way!"

"Yeah, well... Addie has kind of the same problem, and I was wondering... maybe you could help her as well?"

"Hmm, I dunno... Like, I would owe Miranda one, and I totally don't wanna..." Anne mused, chewing on her lower lip before her face lit up. "Ooorr~... I ask someone else! Roland can, like, absolutely help me, and he's majorly hot. With these puppies, I shouldn't have a problem persuading him."

While she said that, Anne jiggled her oversized bust with her free hand, her bag almost sliding off her shoulder, taking the strap of Anne's bikini top with it. Jamie swallowed; if this Roland was the least bit into tits, he would stand no chance against Jamie's mother. But most importantly: The futa could now keep her sort-of-promise to Addie. The blonde would be elated to learn that soon, she would not have to more or less live like a fugitive, fearing a simple ID inspection. Feeling thankful, Jamie snuggled against her mother, which, it turned out, was not a good idea to do while walking. They both stumbled, Jamie reflexively holding on to her mother's arm, who in turn held on to her bag as it contained Anne's expensive laptop, which meant the older woman had no free hands to stop the inevitable.

"Ah! Ohmigosh, nooo~!" Anne squealed, staring down at her chest where both of her gargantuan tits had fled the confines of her top, swaying lazily as she righted herself, arms still occupied. "Jamiiiee, hellllp!"

Jamie could only stare for a second - as did more than a few of the tourists and other passers-by that had been alerted by Anne's scream. Realizing they were in public as she heard a few gasps and at least one wolf whistle, Jamie sprung into action frantically, letting go of her mother's arm and using both hands to pull the bikini back over the older woman's breasts. As the futa's fingers brushed over Anne's nipples, Jamie's mother moaned under her breath, her boobs apparently so sensitive that the mere touch was enough to set her off. And indeed, when Jamie had successfully hidden her mother's nipples from the world, she saw that they were unwilling to give up the attention, rather standing at attention themselves; with the way they poked through the fabric of Anne's bikini, the comparatively tiny garment only provided the bare minimum of decency. Not that Jamie was daring any better: The contact with her mother's incredibly soft orbs had left her own nips hard as diamonds, threatening to penetrate her own bikini top. The incessant throbbing in her crotch intensified, making itself known once more and reminded Jamie that all that stood between her cock and the world were two thin layers of fabric. If this went on, her cock would rise again, no matter how overworked it was...

"Like, thank you, baby girl," Anne's smile was positively radiant, warmer than any she had given her offspring until yesterday. As a matter of fact, Jamie couldn't recall her mother giving her or Lily anything but tight-lipped smiles of annoyance. "I totally had my hands full and stuff. But, like, you did too, right?"

With a teasing wink, she leaned forwards and gave her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek before continuing down the boardwalk, seemingly oblivious to the stares from the onlookers, some of them hungry, some envious, and a fair bit just flabbergasted at what had just happened. Jamie turned beet red and hurried after her mother, once again trying to ignore how body parts that she hadn't even had until yesterday jostled, jiggled or rubbed against each other.