Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 21:38:17 +0930 From: Nifty's Baka Subject: The Project: Chapter 0 "Now is not the time for this young lady, we've got your brother to worry about!" she said with a soft reproachful tone, bordering on reprimand. But I saw the glint of something deeper in her eyes, a longing curiosity to delve into my offer; to say 'Yes', instead of saying 'No'. I smiled, and slowly moved my hands up her back, the oil rubbing deep into her muscles, kneading her body. As the tension began to melt away from her prone form, she began to relax and gently close her eyes. As I massaged her into a peaceful sleep, a mischievous smile crossed my face and I knew... It would only be a matter of time now. *** I'm an anomaly when it comes to life. Oh, I know, they say it happens in more houses than you'd think about and it's really something quite common but how often do you meet a girl who has been trying to sleep with her mother, honestly? Have you met one in real life? I certainly haven't. Many who want to, but none who have really 'tried.' Not many people talk about this sort of thing. I suppose it's not what you'd call "polite conversation." I don't walk up to people at dinner parties and say "Yes, the Australian Dollar is performing quite well against the Greenback on the back of the new unemployment figures. Oh, by the way, I fantasise about my mother naked and licking her most secret places." It didn't happen overnight, I'll give you that. It's something that's grown inside of me since I was a little girl, but never admitted. How do you come to terms with sexualising your mother? I'm sure Kinsey has something to say on the subject, maybe Masters & Johnson or Freud. I didn't have any stuffy psychoanalysts, only the support of my loving husband. We've brought this desire out into the open, kindled it, nurtured it, and made it real. I remember the first time I called out in orgasmic pleasure, panting her name on my lips... "Kay..." I could feel the pressure building deep inside me at this forbidden desire, the waves of ecstasy rolling through my body. "Kay..." My orgasm took hold and I lost control, my body shaking and spasming with delight. My husband's hands roamed over my body, helping me past the point of no return, my nipples hardened with pleasure, my clit a solid anchor of desire. As my breathing slowed, I sat up in bed, the blue cotton sticky with my sweat. I shakily regained my senses and spoke a hesitant word. "Ok... well we've established that then. How is it going to happen?" My husband has always been a source of inspiration on these matters. Brent, my soul mate, my confidant, my partner in crime, has always been more mentally sexual than physical. Now I'm not saying he's a slouch in bed, but we're hardly talking about him in this story (although who knows what future chapters may bring, dear reader). All I mean to infer is that he finds pleasure in the mind, rather than in the flesh. Unusual for a man, I know. I digress. He spoke slowly, confidently, his dark melodic voice brimming with calculation. "Obviously, this is a long term plan. We don't even know if she's interested in you. You've said it yourself, she's never been with a man other than your father, and certainly never been with a woman. Just because you're a rampaging bisexual, doesn't mean she will be." I laughed, Brent always has a way of summing things up in a way to make me chuckle. I softly rubbed his arm and whispered, "Ok, true. Do you have any suggestions?" I of course already knew the answer to this question. Brent can never keep his mouth shut when an idea takes hold. With a twinkle in his eye, he began. "Step 1: Acclimation." *** To be continued... This story is based on actual persons. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I, "Hope", am writing this story with the assistance of my husband "Brent". He's doing the typing, being as I said, more apt with the mental side of things. This is the first story we've ever written, although we are frequent readers. All the facts will be divulged over time, and we hope you enjoy where it leads. Also, it is a story in progress as well. We are cutting short here, to further our narration over the next few days. We welcome all comments to our email address, niftystories@internode.on.net and look forward to ushering you into our lives over the coming time. This story may not be reposted without the express permission of the author, "Nifty's Baka" in writing from the above mentioned email address. (c) 2007 "Nifty's Baka"