Anne has a suggestion. It's the usual.

"Wellll..." Anne began, moving closer to her daughter and embracing her, one hand brushing over the swelling shaft barely hidden from the other beach goers by Monica and Addie. Jamie whimpered as she felt her mother's gigantic breasts press into her, the futa's body sandwiched between the soft orbs. Her cock jerked upwards, making the bikini briefs dig into her thighs as it pulled on them. "If my baby girl is like thiiis~... she needs to, like, cum hard and stuff, and then she feels allll better!"

Jamie could barely see straight, eyes blurry and unfocused from uncontrolled arousal. Even though Anne was contributing much to the futa's suffering, she was right; maybe if Jamie didn't have such a one track mind, or her mother was less... open, or the futa's libido wasn't so high... but as it was, Jamie had probably been doomed the minute she had told her mother she had bought swimsuits. With her heartbeat thundering in her ears, the redhead barely heard Monica's reply.

"Really? I'd say 'like mother, like daughter', but you seem to want this, while Jamie definitely needs this." There was a hint of annoyance in the amazonesque woman.

"Like, of course! My Jamie's dick is the best I ever had!" Anne was maybe a bit to enthusiastic in her answer, her raised voice less than ideal for secrecy.

"It is pretty good," muttered Addie, giving one particularly cheeky beach patron a hard stare to make him look away. "Alright, we have established that Jamie has to blow a load. How in the world are we gonna manage that without the whole beach noticing?!"

"Hmm, dunno~..." Anne mused, absentmindedly caressing Jamie's throbbing cock through the thin fabric of the pareo, sending shivers of lust through her daughter. Then the big-breasted lawyer's face lit up. "Maybe I could, like, sit on her lap and stuff?"

"And no one is going to notice you shaking your huge behind, or any of the noises Jamie will make? Yeah, no." Monica wasn't having any of it, pulling Anne's hand away; the way the other woman's face fell was almost comical.

"But we've got to do something." Addie pulled a face as she looked around. A few sunbathers were already shooting lazy, curious glances towards the arguing group of women, some of them lingering on their assets longer than was appropriate. Lucky for them, the girls had something more important to worry about. "I don't think Jamie can hold it together much longer."

Indeed, the futa was panting uncontrollably, eyes glazed over with lust. Jamie was leaning into her mother heavily, rubbing her achingly hard cock against Anne's thigh. Her mind was a mess, racing with barely coherent thoughts and desires; if this went on much longer, Jamie doubted she'd be able to keep herself from jumping one of the other women. Or all three. Her heart raced just thinking about it, making her dick throb against her mother's leg. In fact, why shouldn't she--

"Oh no, you don't!" Before Jamie could begin dry-humping Anne's leg in earnest, Monica swooped her up in a princess carry, pressing the futa's arms against her sides so she couldn't try anything funny. With Jamie's twitching cock sandwiched between her toned legs, the pareo once again hid her hardness from casual onlookers.

"So now you have your arms full of horny girl. Now what?" Addie groused, frustrated at being unable to do something about her friend's plight. Monica on the other hand jumped a little when Jamie began moving her hips so her cock rubbed against the muscular woman's sizable breasts, intent on finally getting herself off.

"Uuhmmm, isn't that, like, changing booths over there~?" Anne interrupted, still a little miffed that her poor baby girl had been taken away by another woman. But she was right - some distance down the beach stood a wooden shed with several cubicles. That didn't look soundproof in the slightest, even from this distance.

"Yes, but--" Addie was about to explain as much to Jamie's airheaded mother, but Monica interrupted her.

"--It's our best option." Lips tightening, she made her decision. "Addie, watch our stuff. And you..." Monica looked at Anne and jerked her head sideways towards the shed, "...follow me."