CHAPTER 192: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER [1]

"Keep your hands around her waist..."

Florence instructed as she angled the camera in her hand, aiming it toward Brandon and Eira.

Brandon and Eira are floating in the ocean, hugging each other as they strike a pose for her.

He smiled, his arm sliding around Eira’s shoulders as he pulled her even closer "Like this, Florence?"

Looking at him, Eira’s lips curled into a smile as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

Florence adjusted the camera, her grin widening as she peered through the viewfinder, capturing their pose.

"Perfect, dears."

She lowered the camera, her hair tousled by the breeze as she swam closer, her eyes flicking between them "Now, let’s heat things up... give each other a kiss."

Brandon looked down at Eira "You heard the lady,"

Eira’s blush deepened, her eyes flicking to Florence, then back to Brandon

"Hmm..." She leaned closer and her arm tightened around his shoulder, their bodies pressing together in the water.

She tilted her head, her lips brushing his in a soft, tentative kiss.

Brandon deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to her lower back as their lips moved slowly.

Seeing them, Florence’s gaze softened in affection and she clicked the camera rapidly, taking the pictures.

After taking the photos, Florence swam closer to them "You two are perfect. Let’s take a few more, then we’ll head back to the boat."

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The speedboat hummed gently on the open sea, its sleek white frame rocking softly with the rhythm of the waves.

In the backseat, Eira sat cross-legged on the cushioned bench as she scrolled through the photos and her lips curved into a shy, secretive smile as she lingered on the images of her and Brandon kissing.

In the front seat, Brandon stood at the helm and gripped the steering wheel, as he prepared to take control of the boat.

"It’s just like a car, darling..." Florence murmured in his ear as she pressed herself closer, her arms wrapping around his waist in a gentle hug, her hands resting on his hips.

Her swimsuit pressed against his bare back as her curves molded to his body.

She guided his hands on the throttle, her fingers intertwining with his, "Ease it forward..."

Brandon chuckled, his grip tightening on the wheel as his body leaned into her embrace.

"Just like a car, humm." he muttered as he pushed the throttle forward, the boat surging gently.

The water parted before them, a frothy wake trailing behind.

Florence’s hands slid up to his sides, her fingers brushing his ribs, a playful caress that made him chuckle.

Eira glanced up from her camera, her eyes narrowing as she watched Florence and Brandon,

She snapped a candid photo, capturing the moment.

Florence’s arms tightened around Brandon’s waist and her chin rested on his shoulder as her lips brushed his ear in a playful, intimate gesture "Don’t crash, darling,"

She hummed under her breath "Hm, you’re a natural... just keep it steady, and we’ll be flying in no time."

Brandon smiled keeping his hand steady on the wheel as the boat glided through the water.

"Ease up a bit, sweetheart." Florence murmured, her hands guiding Brandon’s on the throttle.

She hugged him tighter, her arms encircling his waist, "See? You’re getting the hang of it... Good boy."

However, in the next second, a sharp slap echoed through the air, landing squarely on Florence’s ass, making her body stiffen, a surprised yelp escaping her lips.

She hurriedly turned her head and looked at Eira "Eira? why are you slapping your mother?"

Eira’s lips twitched in frustration "You damn vixen. Then stop cuddling with my boyfriend... also Brandon, why are you not stopping her?"

Brandon could only smile wryly while Florence stuck out her tongue and hugged him "Bleh, I am just spending some time with my darling son. Fuck off..."

Eira raised her leg and kicked her mother’s ass "You damn woman."

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Florence stood behind Eira in the spacious shower and her movements were gentle as she lathered Eira’s blonde hair with lavender-scented shampoo.

Her hands worked in soothing circles, massaging Eira’s scalp, the foam cascading down her daughter’s shoulders in soft, white rivulets, mingling with the warm water.

Eira stood under the shower’s spray, her eyes half-closed with her arms raised to allow Florence better access.

Florence squeezed a dollop of soap into her hands, the foam bubbling as she rubbed them together, her fingers gliding across Eira’s shoulders, brushing away the last traces of seawater with gentle, thorough strokes.

"You need to bathe thoroughly after swimming in seawater..." she said, her hands moving to Eira’s chest, squeezing the foam gently on her breasts as she cleaned them thoroughly.

Her fingers slid lower, brushing Eira’s abs and stomach, the soap leaving a trail of bubbles.

Eira let out a soft whine, her lips pursing into a playful pout as she shifted under the spray, "But I want to bathe with Brandon, Mom,"

Florence gave her a look, her hands pausing on Eira’s stomach, "Oh, is that so?" she said, her eyes narrowing playfully as she resumed washing, her fingers brushing Eira’s sides, a gentle tickle that made her daughter squirm and giggle.

"You had plenty of time with Brandon out there, young lady... kissing for the camera, posing like a model, slapping me for teaching him to drive,"

"Let your poor mother have a turn to take care of you,"

Her voice softened as her hands slid lower, cleaning her legs and her ass.

Eira nodded her head in thought "That’s true..."

Florence stepped back slightly and looked at Eira "All done, my sparkling girl. Now it’s your turn... don’t think you’re getting out of helping your old mom."

Eira nodded her head and reached for the soap bottle, squeezing a generous dollop into her hands as she rubbed them together, the foam bubbling between her fingers.

"Old mom? Bitch, you were stealing all the attention out there," she replied as she stepped closer, her hands gliding across Florence’s shoulders, lathering the soap with gentle, thorough strokes.

The warm water cascaded over them, rinsing the foam in soft rivulets.

Florence sighed contentedly, her eyes half-closed under the spray as her body relaxed under Eira’s touch, "Stealing attention? I was just keeping up with you and Brandon,"

She raised her arms slightly, allowing Eira to wash her chest and arms.

Eira looked at her mother’s massive boobs and raised her hands, squeezing them in her fingers "Mom, I think they have gotten bigger than last time."

Florence tilted her head "Did they? Haa...."

As she squeezed her breasts, Eira glanced at her mother’s nipples "And the weird nipples..."

-_- Florence’s eyebrow’s twitched "It’s not weird; it’s just inverted nipples and mind you, when you were a baby, you were sucking on it for milk."

Eira giggled, her hands sliding lower, lathering soap across Florence’s stomach, her fingers brushing her abs with careful, thorough strokes.

Florence chuckled, her body swaying slightly under the spray and she turned slightly, allowing Eira to wash her back, the soap bubbles cascading down her skin.

Eira’s hands glided across her shoulders and spine like a gentle massage that made her sigh with contentment "Haa, you got your revenge with that slap... my poor backside’s still stinging,"

Eira raised her head and replied "You deserved it, mom, for cuddling with him." as she stepped closer, her hands brushing Florence’s arms, a final touch to ensure her mother was clean.

Standing under the shower, Florence looked down at her daughter "Eira... I want to have a talk with you."

Hm? Eira tilted her head and asked, her curiosity piqued by her mother’s tone "About what?"

Florence hesitated for a moment before replying "About Brandon."

Hearing this, Eira’s gaze narrowed for a moment "What about him?"

Florence’s gaze quivered again and her cheeks flushed slightly under the shower’s warmth, her lips curving into a shy, almost girlish smile, a vulnerability that contrasted her usual confidence.

"...I think, maybe I am in love with him."

HUH?

Eira’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped in utter shock as she slowly turned her head to look at her mom "... What the fuck?"

Florence smiled shyly as water showered over her and she fiddled with her fingers like a high school girl falling in love for the first time.

Seeing her acting shy, Eira’s lips twitch "Don;t act all shy, woman.. what the hell are you saying? This is not the time for jokes."

Florence hurriedly shook her head and replied with a big smile on her face "It’s not a joke, I really do love him."

Eira facepalmed herself "Mom, what the hell are you saying?"

Florence scratched her head and replied "I am saying that I love Brandon and I need your help in wooing him."

As she spoke, she showed a cute lost puppy face "You will help your mom, right?"

Eira was totally dumbfounded and yelled in disbelief "YOU LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER’S BOYFRIEND AND NOW YOU WANT YOUR DAUGHTER’S HELP TO WOO HER OWN BOYFRIEND?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?"