A Festival

The apartment smelled like coconut body oil, cheap glitter spray, and the sweet, unmistakable scent of three young women in heat. Ansley and Maddy had spent the last hour turning their shy, submissive girlfriend into an exact replica of the woman from the Pride Parade episode.

Brianna stood trembling in front of the full-length mirror. The sparkling rainbow tank top was stretched obscenely tight across her perky tits, her hard nipples poking visibly against the thin, glittery fabric. The rainbow micro skirt was so short it barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, flashing her tiny black thong every time she shifted. Fishnet stockings hugged her toned legs, and the glittery rainbow wig framed her face perfectly. Every inch of exposed skin had been dusted in rainbow glitter that sparkled under the light.

She looked… exactly like her mother.

Ansley pressed up behind her, hands sliding under the tank top to squeeze her tits. “Fuck, baby. You’re a carbon copy. Same pretty face, same thick thighs, same slutty little body. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were Cherry ready to get railed on that float again.”

Maddy dropped to her knees, pushing the micro skirt up and kissing Brianna’s barely-covered pussy through the thong. “Mmm, and you’re already soaked. Does dressing up like your pornstar mom turn you on, little sub?”

Brianna whimpered, cheeks burning. Internally, a storm raged. This is so wrong. That’s my mom. People are going to think I’m her. They’re going to talk about her… about Dad… about how she takes his cock. Shame twisted hot in her stomach, but her pussy clenched hard at the thought, leaking fresh wetness into her thong. The conflict made her dizzy part of her wanted to hide, another darker part throbbed with forbidden arousal at being seen as the sexual icon her mother had become.

“Let’s go,” Ansley said, slapping her ass. “Time to show off our pretty little copy.”

The Franklin Pride Festival was loud, colorful, and overflowing with bodies. The moment Brianna stepped onto the street between her two girlfriends, the attention hit like a wave.

“Oh my God… is that Cherry?!”

“No fucking way, she came to Franklin?!”

People swarmed. Phones flashed. A group of excited queer women in harnesses pushed forward first.

One tall, tattooed woman in a crop top stared hungrily. “Holy shit, Cherry… you look even better in person. That Pride Parade episode where you got double-penetrated on the float? I’ve watched it like twenty times. The way you screamed while taking that huge cock in your ass and the strap-on in your pussy at the same time… fuck, you made me cum so hard. Can I get a picture? I need to tell my girlfriend I met the woman who takes the biggest dick in porn.”

Brianna’s face burned crimson under the glitter. They think I’m Mom. They’re talking about her getting fucked by Dad… about how much she loves it. Her stomach twisted with humiliation, but her clit throbbed painfully. She **** a shy smile as the woman pressed close for a selfie, hand boldly resting on her waist.

Another fan, a curvy brunette with bright pink hair, leaned in. “Cherry, babe, you’re a legend. The way your tits bounce when you’re riding that massive cock while eating pussy? I want to be you when I grow up. You’re such an inspiration — proud bi MILF taking dick and cunt like a champion.”

Brianna’s internal voice screamed. That’s my dad’s cock they’re talking about. My mom moaning on camera while he stretches her. Shame flooded her, hot and sharp, but it only made her pussy wetter. She felt exposed, objectified, and shamefully turned on by how openly horny strangers were for the version of her mother they thought she was.

The attention never stopped. A group of drag queens pulled her onto a smaller float for a dance. One ground against her from behind, hands on her hips. “Damn, Cherry, that ass is famous now. I bet it looks even better bouncing on that fat cock. You’re glowing, girl.”

Ansley and Maddy stayed close, loving every second. Maddy whispered hotly in her ear while they posed for more pictures, “Hear that, baby? They all want to fuck you because they think you’re the woman who gets railed by your own dad on camera. Does that make your little clit throb?”

Brianna whimpered, nodding slightly. The conflict tore at her deep embarrassment that people were lusting after her mother’s sexual exploits, mixed with a guilty, confusing rush of arousal at being desired so openly. By the time they left the festival hours later, Brianna was a trembling, soaked mess. Her micro skirt was crooked, glitter smeared from all the hugs and touches, and her thong was completely drenched.

Back at the apartment, Ansley and Maddy didn’t give her a chance to change. They pushed her against the kitchen counter, hands greedy.

“Look at our popular little copy,” Maddy growled, yanking the micro skirt up and pulling the soaked thong aside. “All those people wanted to fuck you because they think you take your dad’s huge cock every day. Does that turn you on, you dirty little sub?”

Brianna moaned as Maddy dropped to her knees and buried her tongue deep in her dripping pussy. “It …was so humiliating… hearing them talk about how much Mom loves getting stretched… how she squirts when Dad fucks her… I couldn’t stop getting embarrassed…”

Ansley kissed her hard, pinching her nipples through the tank top. “Good girl. Now cum for us while we remind you who you really belong to.”

Maddy ate her furiously, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her until Brianna came hard, squirting down her thighs with a loud, broken cry. They bent her over the kitchen island, taking turns fucking her with a thick strap-on while the other sat on her face. Brianna licked desperately, moaning into their pussies as they used her.

“You’re such a perfect little imitation of your mom,” Ansley moaned, pounding her deep. “Our own personal bisexual toy.”

Brianna came again and again, body shaking, lost in shame, lust, and submission until she was a drooling, trembling wreck on the kitchen floor between her girlfriends’ legs.