Kim's Obsession, My Gain
Copyright© 2026 by Incrediblehunk77
Part Five: The First Touch
Incest Sex Story: Part Five: The First Touch - Kim, a driven single mother, has a new fantasy in her sights: watching her boyfriend fuck her 18 year old daughter.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Lesbian Heterosexual Incest Mother Daughter
He approached the bed slowly, silently, his heart hammering so loud he was sure Katie would wake up. But she didn’t. She kept breathing, deep and even, her hips making that small, unconscious grinding motion that made the wet spot on her panties spread, that made the fabric shift and expose more of her.
Rob stood beside the bed, looking down at her. Up close, he could smell her—the same scent as her panties, but stronger, richer, mixed with sleep-warmth and the faint sweetness of her shampoo. She was so beautiful. So young. So vulnerable.
“Her panties,” Kim whispered from behind him. “Touch them. Feel how wet she is.”
Rob’s hand moved of its own accord, reaching out, hovering over Katie’s hip. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could see the way the fabric clung to her skin, damp and dark with her arousal.
He touched her.
His fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, against the sensitive skin where her thigh met her hip, and Katie shifted, her hips pushing back into his touch, a soft sound escaping her lips. It wasn’t a word, just a murmur, a sigh, but it made Rob freeze, his hand hovering, terrified she’d wake up.
“She’s still asleep,” Kim assured him, her voice soft. “She does that when she’s having a good dream. Touch her more. Feel her.”
Rob let his fingers settle on her panties, on the damp fabric covering her pussy, and Katie made another sound, a whimper, and pushed back against his hand. She was hot through the cotton, hot and wet, and Rob could feel the shape of her, the outline of her lips, the way the fabric had settled into her slit, becoming part of her.
“Isn’t she soft?” Kim whispered. She had moved to the other side of the bed, and now she was kneeling on the mattress, reaching out to brush Katie’s hair from her face. “Isn’t she perfect?”
Rob nodded, his throat dry, his fingers gently pressing against Katie’s damp panties, feeling her heat, her arousal. She was grinding against his hand now, her hips moving in small circles, seeking friction, seeking more, still lost in her dream, still unaware that the object of her fantasies was touching her, was hard for her, was about to—
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