She'd rather not. But her mother has other ideas.

"Oh, uh, I.. Mom, I don't think I can pull this one off..." Jamie stammered, turning as red as a tomato. "I-- I don't even know why I bought it, honestly..."

"Aww, really~?" Anne pouted; apparently she'd really been looking forward to seeing her daughter in the sexy swimsuit. "You're, like, totally selling yourself short, baby girl! I mean, you put it on and stuff, right? Did you like how it looked? Aaah, I'm so envious of Addie, and her mother, and that Jenny girl, and... and... Ooooh, please, pleeeease won't you put it on, Jamie? For mommy?"

Now that was just unfair. Her mother's puppy dog eyes and the way the older woman clutched her hands against her sternum right between her bountiful bosom, making her left nipple pop out of the cups once again really left Jamie little choice. And really, nobody said she had to wear the bikini to the beach, right? After all, what could it hurt, making her mother happy?

"O-okay, Mom. I'll put it on, but--"

"EEEE! Like, ohmigosh, thank you, baby girl!" Jamie suddenly found herself wrapped tightly in her mother's arms, their tits mashed together, reminding the futa once again how much bigger Anne still was. The older woman untangled herself almost immediately, bouncing up and and down on the balls of her feet. "Oooh, I can't wait! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, get changed, I wanna seee~!"

Jamie had to first wrench her eyes away from the jiggling orbs on her mother's chest, Anne's movements making the still bare nipple bob up and down enticingly. Oh, how Jamie wanted to suck and pull and nibble on them... With herculean effort, the futa looked back up at her mother and took the swim suit from Anne. The fact that Jamie's hand brushed against the older woman's soft, warm breasts in the process, prompting a happy little sigh from their owner, really didn't help Jamie's frazzled nerves. After fishing out the pareo from the bag, Jamie mumbled something about 'privacy' and headed down the hallway.

Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, Jamie slipped off her dress and stared at the bikini in her hands. Thousands of people had already seen her in it on Addie's stream, not to mention three women she had only met today had seen Jamie wear it in person. So why was she so **** about this? Just put it on and get it over with. Jamie could always wear the more modest one-piece to the beach. Putting on the bikini, Jamie winced as she was reminded how... insufficient the briefs were to cover her shaft, quickly tying the pareo around her waist to complete the look. But the futa had to admit that she actually was pulling off the look; the simple black bikini accompanied by the printed lacy design on the semi-sheer fabric around her waist made Jamie look really classy and sexy. Which was exactly why Jamie didn't really want to go to the beach looking like this. Being seen on a stream had been enough to make the futa incredibly excited; sitting on the beach like this, seeing the reactions of everyone seeing her in this bikini... that was a recipe for disaster. At least for now, Jamie only had to show off to her mother. Her incredibly excitable mother. Well, best to just get it over with.

"Like, oh. My. Gosh!" Anne gasped breathlessly when Jamie stepped out of the bathroom, clapping her hands excitedly while bounding over to her daughter to get a better look. "Baby girl, I have no idea what you were, like, talking about! You're totally rocking this!"

"I really don't know, Mom," Jamie replied, staring at the floor off to the right, one arm across her stomach, hand holding her other arm's elbow. "Isn't it a bit too... I don't know, daring?"

"What? Like, totally not! Jamie, you need to have confidence in your looks and stuff!" Stepping next to her daughter, Anne resolutely linked arms with Jamie and began pulling her towards the front door, ignoring the redheads protests completely. "C'mon, let's go, let's go!"