Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 21:38:17 +0930
From: Nifty's Baka <niftystories@internode.on.net>
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"