Love Triangle in the Family

Colleen Redfern was sitting at the kitchen table, watching her mother use the electric mixer. Margaret was wearing a black dress and a white apron, and her daughter noticed an elegance in the way her mother cracked the eggs and walked over to the refrigerator. Margaret was forty-five years old, with black hair and a youthful face for a woman her age.

"You're so beautiful, Mommy," Colleen whispered in her soft, youthful feminine voice. That was the most she could say to her mother. Margaret smiled and walked over to her daughter, gently stroking her delicate face:

"Why, thank you, my little angel. You're always so sweet. You know what? I'm making your favorite cake!"

"I know, Mommy. I wish I could eat more than two pieces of cake, but it gives me a stomachache," the girl whined tearfully, and her mother laughed:

"My sensitive little princess. If you get a tummy ache, Mommy will take care of you," she said as she went back to the sink and washed her hands before returning to the cake batter.

Colleen stared at her mother and blinked twice. She wanted to say other things to her mom. That she was already nineteen years old and was no longer a little girl who needed to be taken care of. At the same time, she liked her mother's excessive affection as well as the way the woman looked at her. Colleen's hair was long, wavy, with a light brown color. She had large blue eyes and well defined dark eyebrows. Colleen considered herself pretty, but was she enough beautiful for Mommy? She found her mother irresistibly enchanting, and that made her insecure.

"Do you know why I'm making this cake, Coley?" Margaret murmured, bringing the girl out of her daydreams. "To welcome your cousin, who's coming to spend ten days here with us!"

"Oh, is she?" Colleen said coldly. "My cousin Helen, who's twenty-five, right? Yes. I remember she used to hit me and steal my dolls when we were children!"

"Oh, my poor girl" Margaret grinned as she washed some spoons at the sink. "Helen is a good girl now. She has a good job, she helps my sister with everything she needs."

That did not convince Colleen to be happy about having her cousin stay with them for those few days. When Helen arrived, she tried to be nice to her relative because she did not want to make her mother upset, but she wished she could wring her cousin's neck. She watched as their guest talked to her mother all the time and noticed that Helen loved helping the woman with the household chores. It was inevitable that Colleen would feel jealous of her mother's closeness with Helen. She made sure not to let it show though. Whenever Colleen was alone with Helen, she made a point of showing her vulnerable side. One rainy day, she complained to her cousin about how terrified she was of thunder. Later, she listened with satisfaction from hiding as Helen talked to Margaret:

"Ah, Aunt Maggie, poor Coley is so delicate, so fragile. I feel so sorry for her. Do you protect her? I don't think she's prepared for life. She's so naïve!"

"You're right, dear. My daughter is very sensitive and innocent."

"She's adorable, though!" Helen grinned. "Maybe she'll grow up and get smarter over the next few years. Until then, you have to take care of her like she's a little doll."

"Yes, sweetheat. You're right," Margaret agreed as she gazed at her niece.

Helen was tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. She was almost as beautiful as an actress, and Colleen could notice that her mother was looking at her in a different way. She knew that her mother wrote about her life in a diary that she kept locked away. For the past three years, Margaret had not used notebooks anymore, but Colleen often saw her spending a long time writing on her laptop, which she kept safely locked away in the closet. One day, while Margaret was out with Helen, Colleen went into her mother's room and found the laptop. It took her three attempts to figure out the password. Her mother's computer files contained the lyrics to old songs, French lessons, and philosophical reflections. There was also her diary. Colleen did not have to read for more than fifteen minutes before she found what she was looking for:

I don't understand how something like this could have happened. I should be ashamed of myself for liking Helen. How is it possible to be in love with my own niece? My sister would be furious if she knew, and poor Helen would be scared. She's so sweet and kind. Helen helps me and she's so caring, sweet and pretty. Nobody's going to find out that I love her though. This will be my little secret, the thing I can only admit here.

"Well, well, who would've thought you could be so naughty, dear Mommy? Too bad you thought your secret was safe!"

Obviously, Colleen was insanely jealous, but at the same time, the whole thing gave her immense satisfaction because it opened up all kinds of possibilities.

Colleen began watching Margaret and Helen whenever they were together, cleaning the house or watching TV shows. Colleen's keen eyes noticed that Helen also felt something forbidden for her aunt. If an aunt was attracted to her own niece, so why couldn't a niece be attracted to her aunt? The forbidden desires ran in the family.

Margaret was sitting on the couch watching TV when Colleen sat down beside her, taking advantage of the fact that Helen had gone out. The daughter noticed her beautiful mother was still wearing a little eye shadow and a trace of perfume from when she had gone out earlier. When Margaret saw her daughter snuggle up beside her, she smiled and gently stroked the brown hair of the nineteen-year-old girl. Then Colleen said:

"Mommy, I'm frightened. I mean, really, really scared."

The mother hugged the daughter, laughing affectionately as she noticed the pleasant scent of cherry perfume on the girl.

"Oh, what is my sweet little princess afraid of?" She asked tenderly.

"Well, I'm afraid that someone might hack into your laptop someday, Mommy. You really shouldn't use my name followed by your date of birth as your password," Colleen revealed and her mother's eyes widened:

"Well, sweetheart, but I--" she stammered.

"Don't worry, Mommy. I only got into your laptop to check how careless you were and warn you about your password. I could have snooped through your documents, but I didn't. No, I didn't look at anything."

Margaret tittered nervously and relieved.

"I know you'd never do anything like that, but you don't need to worry about my password. My laptop never leaves the house."

"Change your password, Mommy. This world is full of dangers, and someone could find out that you want to fuck Helen!"

Margaret gasped and coughed. Her stomach hurt as if she had been punched. Her daughter had never pronounced that ugly word before. She must have misunderstood what her girl had said.

"I don't think I heard what you said, sweetheart."

"You heard me, Mommy. That's why you're shaking all over. I could tell from your eyes and from the way you looked at Helen. Obviously, I didn't read anything in your documents, and I didn't see those old song lyrics you keep."

Margaret felt like crying, and her lips began to tremble.

"Oh, my God, how did this happen? Why did I have to be so careless with my computer? And why did you...? Never mind."

"No, Mom. I told you I didn't read your documents."

"You didn't? Did you find out about my old song lyrics because you have psychic powers??" Replied Margaret sadly and ironically.

"It's just because you're cheesy and old-fashioned, Mom." Colleen shrugged.

Margaret looked away sadly.

"It wouldn't be nice for Aunt Debra to find out about this, would it, Mom? That you've got the hots for Helen."

"Sweetheart, what's gotten into you today? Why are you acting like this?" Margaret got up from the sofa in exasperation.

"I'm just afraid they'll find out, Mom. Why can't you be more careful with your damn password?"

Colleen's mother sat back down and looked into her daughter's eyes:

"My princess. What ugly words are coming out of your innocent little mouth today. I hardly recognize you. What's wrong?"

"Except for the fact that you care more about my cousin than you care about me?" Collen murmured coldy. "Nothing's wrong, Mom." The girl genuinely began to cry because of her jealousy, using her tears as an opportunity to vent. "Oh, if Aunt Debra finds out that you love her daughter--there'll be a scandal in the family. I don't want anyone to find out that you want to fuck Helen!"

"Sweetheart, I'm feeling sick. I think I'm going to pass out. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I know a lot of things, Mom. I know my cousin likes you too. I saw it in her eyes."

"Oh, so now you think you can tell everything by looking into people's eyes? Stop it, Colleen!" Margaret hissed through her teeth.

"It's true, Mom. Helen hasn't told you she loves you because she's afraid you would be mad since she's your niece. What if her mother found out about this dirty relationship?"

"Honestly, my poor little girl, you're sick! This isn't like you," the woman growled, somewhat confused, as she sat down on the sofa. Colleen sat beside her mother and put her hands on her shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, Mom. I'll talk to Helen and give her the courage she needs to tell you she loves you and wants to sleep with you. Nobody will find out. I won't tell Aunt Debra anything, all you have to do is kiss me. Not just any kiss. The kiss of true love."

Margaret gazed at her daughter's large, striking blue eyes and natural, well-defined dark eyebrows. Colleen's lips were full with a natural pink hue, enhanced by a slight sheen of clear or light pink gloss that her mother smelled when the girl brought them to her mouth.

"Sweetheart, I... I can't understand."

"You broke my heart when you chose my cousin, and I could spread the secret. If you at least make it up to me with a kiss, I can help you with Helen and keep quiet about your dirty mind. I won't tell Aunt Debra anything."

"My princess, is this some kind of blackmail? And no, neither of those things is appropriate."

Even as she said it, Margaret felt guilty, because she had described her feelings in that document. So when Colleen moved closer to her, she took it as permission and let her daughter kiss her. Margaret wondered why she had to put those inappropriate feelings of hers into words. Now her own daughter's lips were pressed against hers, and Colleen was kissing her as if they were lovers, gently parting her lips. Margaret knew that jealousy was completely natural, so she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Helen's lips. Then she felt pleasure as those soft, sweet, lip-glossed mouth of her daughter's moved against hers.

Colleen had her eyes closed as she kissed her mother tenderly. She knew those lips would be sweet. That was why she had always wanted to kiss her mother. Now she sighed happily at having won her over, savoring every drop of that love that made her feel safe and powerful, until Margaret gently pulled away.

"We shouldn't do that, honey," stammered the woman, startled by what had just happened. Colleen's body was still burning with desire, and she took her mother's chin in her hand:

"You wouldn't want my aunt to read that email, would you, Mommy?"

"Come on! I'm not going to play this kind of game, Colleen!" Margaret cried severely. "You'd better forget this whole thing--for your own good."

You'll lick my pussy sooner than you think, dear Mommy, the girl thought angrily and began to work out a plan. When she was alone with Helen, she sat down on her cousin's bed, while her guest scrolled through her social media.

"You're so pretty, Helen. I love your perfume. Did you know that you could have anyone you wanted?" She murmured and smiled. Her cousin blushed and gave a shy smile.

"You say I'm beautiful because I'm your cousin, Coley. I'm just average."

"I'm telling you that you could win over anyone, my dear Helen," Colleen came close and started stroking her cousin's blond hair. Helen shook her head:

"Oh, poor Colleen. You're so naive. What do you know about the world? I can't get anybody I want. I'm twenty-five and I've been through a few heartbreaks already."

"Well, I don't have as much experience as you do, cousin, but you seem to have fallen for someone lately. Someone you think can't return your love, but she actually can!"

Helen's eyes widened in shock. How could her cousin have known it was a she? Could she really be as naive as she had thought? When Helen saw that smile on Colleen's full lips, she no longer saw a lack of experience in her cousin. That frightened her, and her trembling grew stronger when she was asked:

"Tell me what you think of my mother. Why does she treat you so well? Why is she always so sweet to you? What exactly do you feel for her?"

Helen stared at her cousin in horror, as if she had somehow read her mind.

"Don't worry. I won't tell your mom," Colleen whispered gently as she placed her hands on her cousin's shoulders. "I know Aunt Debra would be furious if she found out you were in love with your own aunt."

"Oh, Colleen, I'm so scared," Helen gasped, looking like she was about to cry. Her cousin held her face and gently guided her full lips toward hers:

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I know how to keep a secret, just like you'll keep it a secret that I'm crazy about you. That's why I told you that you could have anyone you wanted. Got it?"

"I got it," Helen whispered, seconds before her cousin's mouth covered hers. With her eyes still open, Helen saw Colleen with her eyes closed as she felt her soft lips against hers. Helen closed her eyes and kissed her cousin back, because she loved kissing girls although she was into the mother and not the daughter.

"I could get my mom to admit she has feelings for you, even if she thinks it's wrong! Now you'll have to make it up to me because I have to live with the fact that you chose my mom and not me. Besides, you don't want your mom to find out about any of this. Remember that I could tell my Aunt Debra everything if I were a bad person, but I'm not."

"Of course you're not a bad person, Coley. What are you doing?" Helen gasped as she saw her cousin getting rid of her white blouse.

"What do you think I'm doing? I want to show you something really big!" Colleen said as she unhooked her pink bra and her breasts were showing.

"Really big? But your tits are just average, Coley."

Colleeen got excited when she saw her cousin looking at her boobs and said:

"It's not my breasts that are big, silly. It's how important this moment is for us." She grabbed Helen's head and pushed it down toward her right boob. "I know my mother's tits are bigger than mine, but you'll have to play with my nipples before you can have my mom's!"

She held the her cousin's head down firmly, and Helen swallowed her right boob.

"Suck on my breast, bitch! Admit you want to fuck my mother. You wanna suck your own aunt's tits, don't you?" She screamed as she felt Helen's warm and wet mouth on her breast. Poor Helen whimpered although she was actually loving tasting that tit.

"Yes, I admit it's wrong to think of my aunt that way!" Helen cried and licked Colleen's puffy, pink nipple. Then she talked again. "Auntie Maggie is so beautiful. I want her! I'm not as pure and innocent as you are, Coley. I'm naughty, and I know I deserve to get yelled at, but please don't tell my mother I love my aunt!"

"Maybe I won't tell your mom if you're a good girl and keep your tongue working on my tits. What makes you think I'm innocent, my slutty cousin? How can I be such a goody-goody when I enjoy your saliva all over my boobs?"

"You're just trying to teach me a lesson in the most straightforward way possible. Nobody's more honest than you, Coley!"

Helen knew her cousin was spiteful, but she wanted to mellow her out so she would keep the secret. She switched between licking and sucking Coley's tit. She ran her tongue over her cousin's aureola and moaned. She slowly flicked those charming tits. Colleen loved that tongue going around and around her nipples.

***

On Saturday night, Margaret was reading on the couch when she sensed someone standing behind her. She turned her head and found her daughter dressed all in black, with a headband in her brown hair.

"Would you please come with me to the table, ma'am?" The girl requested, and Margaret frowned as she caught the strong scent of her daughter's perfume.

"What's going on, Coley?"

She got up from the couch and followed her daughter to the small dining room, just as Helen showed up in a beautiful white dress and sat down.

"Please, ma'am." Colleen pulled out the chair for her mother, and Margaret gave Helen a questioning look. Her niece shrugged, with a beats me expression on her face. Colleen positioned herself at the head of the table, where aunt and niece were sitting across from each other.

"My name is Colleen Redfern, and I'll be your waitress tonight. May I suggest our Saturday night special?"

"Honey, what are you--" Margaret began, but the girl interrupted her, her fingers poised over her tablet as if she were ready to take their order.

"Would you like to order your drinks first?"

"Could you tell me what all this means?" Margaret asked impatiently.

"Isn't it obvious? You girls are in love, and you're going to have dinner together at a romantic restaurant."

Helen blushed and could not meet Margaret's eyes. When Colleen stepped away for a moment, Margaret took Helen's hands in hers:

"Do you know what's going on, sweetheart?"

"Aunt Maggie, I..." Helen stammered, but she did not have to say anything because the waitress returned with two glasses of wine and the appetizers. She then brought the main course.

Although aunt and niece were stunned, they decided to start eating. Colleen came back a moment later and stood there, smiling at them:

"Serving lovestruck souls is our restaurant's specialty. How long have you had a thing for your aunt, Helen? And you, Ms. Margaret Hamilton, you should have proposed to your niece a long time ago. Isn't this love between these two women just adorable?"

Margaret choked on her food and took a sip of wine to compose herself:

"Honey, please, you--"

"Enough pretending, Ms. Hamilton. You want this girl as your lover, and you need to be honest with her."

"Stop it, Colleen. The thing is, she's my niece, and this is all wrong."

"Look at your niece's sad little face after you turned her down. Don't YOU love your aunt, Helen?"

"Yes," Helen said, lowering her head. "I know it's wrong, but I love you, Aunt Maggie."

"And this isn't just the bond between an aunt and her niece," Colleen went on. "You're in love with her in a romantic, sexual way! Tell us that you want to kiss her on the lips and touch her soft skin. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes," Helen blurted out, turning completely red. She got up from the table as if she were running away, leaving Margaret staring at her in shock.

"No need to thank me. Just go after your dream, Ms. Margaret Hamilton. I mean, Mommy." Colleen muttered as she cleared the plates and broke character. Margaret coughed twice. She got up from the table and ran to her room.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth before you kiss Helen, Mommy!" Cried Colleen "You've just eaten!"

Margaret and Helen got ready for bed, going through their usual routines, and then stayed in their rooms, neither of them having the courage to face the other. Finally, Margaret decided that, as the mature woman and older one, she should be the one to make the first move.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, sweetheart?"

"The door's open, Auntie"

When Margaret walked in, she found her niece sitting with her head down, her blond hair covering her face. The woman sat down beside her on the bed.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about that silly thing poor Coley cooked up. My daughter is so innocent that she's completely lost her mind. Look at me, sweetheart. You don't have to be afraid. You gotta a beautiful face."

The woman tilted the girl's chin up with her fingertips:

"You won't feel anything if you kiss me, honey." She felt aroused as he said those words, but maintained her composure as a respectable woman. "You'll feel awkward just like the mother who kissed her own son in that 1985 movie and then she said it felt all wrong because it was like she'd kissed her brother. Remember?"

Helen nodded, looking upset. Then Margaret gently took the girl's chin and guided her face to the twenty-five year-old girl's lips. When they kissed, Helen closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh. Margaret also felt the kiss of true love. She got a little frightened by the fact she was crazy about her own niece.

They started kissing like they couldn't get enough of each other, their lips parting and meeting again in a deep, hungry kiss. Helen whispered between kisses as her breathing was quick and uneven:

"Auntie, I can't say it feels all wrong like the woman in the movie did, because honestly..." She kissed her again. "It feels so good. And your lips are delicious!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart." Margaret pressed her lips to her niece's and kissed her passionately, lying down on top of her.

"Auntie Maggie?" Helen gasped as her lips were close to the woman's wet mouth.

"Yes, honey?"

"I don't know if I can ask you this, but..."

"Here, you can ask for anything!" Margaret smiled at her. "You're our special guest, remember?"

"Then you won't be mad if I ask you to touch me?"

"You don't need to ask for something I'm already doing, sweetheart. Can you feel my hand on your cute ass?"

Helen giggled:

"How d'you know my bum is cute if you've never seen it?"

"You think I didn't look at your bum when you were wearing those tight little shorts? Forgive me for not being exactly the conventional kind of aunt, but--"

"I like that!" The niece murmured, capturing her aunt's lips in a kiss.

Colleen entered the room and watched them, caught between the pleasure of what she was seeing and a sharp pang of jealousy. Margaret took off her dress, then she kissed Helen's lips again. Then she helped her niece take off her black blouse and they pressed their lips when both of them were in their bras. Colleen walked toward her mother and cousin with a serious expression on her face. She watched from up close as Helen unfastened Margaret's bra and stroked the woman's breast.

"Aw, Auntie! Your breast is so big and gorgeous," Helen purred, "just like I'd pictured it."

"If you like my boobs, they're yours, honey," Margaret murmured, aroused by the smile on her niece's red lips.

Those cute lips moved toward her left breast, and the girl licked her aunt's nipple. Margaret gasped and Colleen was fuming. The blonde girl's lips surrounded all the majestic breast and she sucked it as her tongue brushed the nipple inside her mouth. Colleen sat on the bed facing the woman, then she brought her lips to her mom's right breast and swallowed it.

"Coley, honey. No!" Cried Margaret as she felt her daughter's warm mouth sucking her breast. "Please, sweetie. Stop." The mother gently pushed her daughter's face away, and the girl's lips slipped off her breast.

"Don't pull me away, Mommy!" Colleen hissed angrily, and Margaret widened her eyes when her daughter's face came close to hers. "I don't think my aunt--also known as your sister and Helen's dear little mommy--would be too thrilled to know that her daughter is having a love affair with her sister!!"

"Honey, w-we need to talk," Margaret stammered.

"Would Aunt Debra be happy?" She repeated irritably, moving her face even closer to her mother's as she said, "You'd better treat me very nicely if you want me to keep your little secret, Mommy. If I join in on the game, I won't have the guts to tell anyone anything."

Colleen's lips pressed against her mother's and she kissed her deeply. Margaret felt a slight thrill as those soft, fragrant lips of her girl's kissed her, but she also felt guilty. Helen looked at her aunt and cousin and tried to smile despite her jealousy:

"Aunt Maggie is so wonderful that everyone loves her and wants to be with her," she declared at the momeny mother and daughter's lips parted, and Margaret gasped as she gazed at Colleen:

"Honey, please! I'm your mother. You can't stick your tongue in my mouth!"

"I guess Helen can, can't she?"

"Are you ever going to stop with this silly jealousy? Helen is different. We love each other, and..."

"If you love each other, you should ask Aunt Debra for Helen's hand in marriage. I'm sure she'll be happy to know her daughter is engaged with her sister."

Helen had had enough of that blackmail:

"Stop bothering Aunt Maggie, Coley," she cried. "If I didn't know how sweet you are, I'd think you were trying to manipulate her."

Collen burst out laughing:

"Manipulate her? No. I just wanna fuck her."

"What? But she's your mom. Sucking her breast is okay, but you can't make love to your own mother!"

"What about you? Can you make love to your aunt?" She growled angrily right in her cousin's face.

"It's a little different. Auntie and I are made for each other. I've loved her for a long time!"

"Oh, Helen, it's so beautiful to hear you say that!" Margaret smiled.

"I think Aunt Debra would find it beautiful to hear that, too," Colleen blurted out and Helen growled:

"You're not as sweet as I thought you were!"

"Your mother will think the same of you when she finds out you want to sleep with your aunt," Colleen laughed.

"That's enough! Throw that bitch out of the room, Aunt Maggie. I'm sick of this dirty blackmail!"

"I can't throw her out of the room because she's my daughter, and I love her," Margaret stammered, genuinely worried that her sister might find out about everything.

"Ah, Mommy!" Colleen hugged her mother and pressed her lips against hers. Margaret kissed her back, partly to calm her down and also because she had also learned to enjoy those sugary lips. Helen's shoulders slumped as she realized she had lost the battle. Not the war--just one battle.

"Okay, fine", she mumbled. "I guess I just have to accept that a mother can't turn her daughter away. Let's share."

Colleen got rid of her clothes showing her puffy and pink nipples. She removed her mother's panties, grabbed the woman's hand and put it on her little breast begging her to touch it. Margaret cleared her throat and said:

"There are certain rules about morals and proper behavior that I need to explain to you, sweetheart."

"You can do that after we fuck, Mom," Colleen smiled as she positioned herself so her pussy could touch Margaret's vulva. Mother and daughter were sitting facing each other, with their hips positioned so their genital areas made contact. The girl's hairless twat contrasted with her mother's black-haired pussy. Colleen started moving her hip back and forth and rocked gently, eager to feel pleasure.

"Come on, Mom! Grind against me. Fuck me!" She demanded as her clit rubbed against her mother's fanny. Helen brought her hands to her mouth, looking shocked and bashful:

"Poor Aunt Maggie. Coley's out of her mind!"

"I just wanna enjoy a good fuck!" Colleen gasped as she moved slowly, then suddenly rhythmically. "So a person is crazy because she wanna have sex? Come on, Mommy, you're not rocking your hips. Do I really have to tell Aunt Debra what you've been up to with her daughter Helen?"

"Don't be mean, honey," Margaret said as she began to rub her hips against her daughter's and felt the girl's wet pussy drench her fanny. "This situation is just a little difficult for me, because I have the responsibility of being the mother."

"It's because you're my mom that you gotta do what I want, Mommy!" The brunette murmured and moaned. "Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum, I love mama's pussy. Fuck me, Mommy!" Colleen cried in a changed, slightly hoarse voice, due to her extreme arousal.

Helen sulked and crossed her armas as she gazed at them and heard the pussies go squish, squish, bump, bump as they were in sex contact.

"Mommy, I'm gonna come. Yeah!" Colleen's face turned red and she grinded against her mother's vulva. Her twat squinted and her sex liquid slid into her mother's opening at the moment the girl orgasmed. "Yeah, oh, hum. Fuck! Aw, Mom!"

Colleen collapsed onto her side, her eyelids closing and a blissful smile spreading across her lips. Margaret threw her hands to her head:

"Oh, no! My daughter and I had sex!" She exclaimed in shock.

Helen rushed to her aunt's side, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Don't worry, Auntie Maggie. It wasn't your fault. Coley dragged you into that."

"But I enjoyed it," the woman whispered in a barely audible voice.

Helen heard her perfectly clearly and turned green with jealousy. She slapped her aunt across the face. The woman let out a startled gasp but remained motionless as if she agreed that she had deserved the physical punishment. Right after the slap, the niece hugged her aunt and gently stroked her long black hair.

"I love you, Auntie."

"I love you too, Helen. I swear I love you more than anybody else!" She whispered.

"Wait, what?" Colleen grunted as she lay there, relaxing after her orgasm. When she sat up, she caught sight of her mother and cousin kissing deeply on the mouth.

"I want to make love to you, dear!" Margaret said, her lips barely touching Helen's after the kiss, and the niece caught the freshness of her aunt's breath. "I didn't climax when Coley came. I want to come with you!"

"Oh, Auntie!" Helen whispered and savored the woman's mouth once more. Colleen clenched her teeth when she saw her mother and cousin kissing and cried:

"What is this? Some kind of joke? Can't you see I'm right here?"

Margaret ignored her daughter's voice. She lowered her face and swallowed Helen's left boob and she sucked it.

"Ah, Auntie Maggie. Lick me. I love you."

"What if Aunt Debra were your maid of honor at your wedding, girls?" Colleen teased.

She was ignored again. Helen's pussy touched Margaret's. The niece rubbed intensely and stimulated her aunt's labia as well as the woman's surrounding sensitive skin. Margaret gasped. She moaned and moved her hips in circle, enjoyng the feeling of Helen's intimacy rubbing on her clit.

"Oh, sweetheart. Just like it! Yeah!" She purred aware that sex with her niece was better than with her daughter. She did not have to say it because Colleen guessed just by looking at her happy face.

"Oh, Helen, that's a dream!"

"Ah, Auntie Maggie. Fuck me. Yeah, yeah, oh, yes!"

"Bitch!" Colleen screamed with the rage of the orphan girl in that movie. She grabbed her cell phone and started recording her mother and cousin fucking.

"Ah, sweetheart. I'm going to cum. Oh, yeah!" Margaret opened her mouth as she orgasmed.

Colleen zoomed in on her mother's face with her mouth open while recording the video. Helen was next and she screamed as her twat was grinding along her aunt's soaked pussy, and the girl came:

"Ah, yeah, ooh, yes, Auntie Maggie!"

Colleen filmed the two pussies moving together and then slowing down after their orgasm. The brunette moved the camera up to capture Helen's red face after her intense climax. She stormed out of the room like a furious lioness and sent the video to Aunt Debra. Meanwhile in the bedroom, Margaret and Helen kissed deeply on the mouth, unaware of the storm that was about to hit them.