1; See Me as a Woman, not just your Mum.
When Mum's name, Gigi, flashed up on my phone recently, I got an expectant erection. The intimacy crept in to our chats after my divorce two years ago. We began speaking more regularly and flirtatiously, so I now enjoyed the calls more than was healthy.
“Hi Sweetie!" She loved to call me that diminutive, at school and as a young man of well over six feet, I hated it, but today, 42, divorced, expectant grandpa, I enjoyed feeling like her little boy again.
‘Hi Gigi!” I replied. I loved the little naughtiness of using that family name for my Mum. Mum had called her self Gigi for kicks well before I could remember, as it was her bra-cup size! I had always loved thinking about her sensational pair of GG’s. When we started talking she initially demurred at my using Gigi, saying she thought it made me think of her tits, and less as my Mum. I protested it didn’t when it absolutely did, and won her over.
“Sweetie, you know I need some flattery.” Mum purred.
“Hi Gigi, for gorgeously glamorous!” Mum and Dad had kept active, a healthy diet, drank little, no smoking or drugs, and good skin care. So now both 60 they looked terrific.
“Is that all, Sweetie?” She snapped.
“Oh, Gigi, my sensational sexy silver, buxom vixen!” Mum purred at that.
“Why so sensational sexy?” No need to include buxom.
“You know Gigi!” I could picture her naked, over two decades since I last sneaked peeks. But we had holidayed together again since my divorce. She had seen me, and my son Tom, ogling her as she wandered around in bikinis and sheer summer dresses over nothing at all.
“Was it when you used to walk in on me?” As a small kid, I just barged in to the one bathroom we had then. As I grew older, it was locked except when it was just Mum and I, which it often was weekdays. Then, I had a strangely weak bladder and needed to bust in on her a lot.
“You never minded, Gigi!” She just got on with using the toilet, showering or whatever.
“I loved you looking! After you started getting erections, I knew you would like seeing a woman. Remember that first one?”
“Of course! I followed in to use the bath water after you. I was so excited when my little winkle stood up I had to show you!” Mum and my sister had cooed over my hard-on poking out the soapy, tepid water.
“I was so proud of my baby boy!” Mum reminisced.
“Gigi, you weren't even thirty and as hot as fuck!”
“Sweetie, so kind! No more sharing the bath-water after that, sadly.” She chuckled. “Although, you always walked in on me showering or whatever when we were alone! You stood so I could see your cock as you pissed, which I just loved.”
“Your watching made me harder, Gigi!” I loved getting dirty and flirty with Mum. I knew it was my fault we got quite so raunchy but Mum never seemed to mind.
“I also I got a thrill you were peeping through doors, curtains, and even hiding in our wardrobes!” Mum replied. “I used to fantasise about my own baby boy, viewing us and wanking away. I found your semen stains and wet tissues in all your peeking places. Oh my Sweetie, was it all for me?" With that admission from Mum, a thrill surged over me like I was fifteen and masturbating as my parents copulated, beating my cock in time to them.
“It was for you both!” I had thought my teenage peeping had been a secret.
“The new wardrobe doors had a gap in them, just for my horny little boy.” Mum chuckled.
“I got such a kick hiding, Gigi, it was just so fucking naughty! God, Mum, you, Dad, were always so sexy.” I said.
“I reckon I wiped gallons of your cum up, so I knew you were enjoying snooping on me and your Dad!” This new revelation was a bit of an embarrassment.
“I thought I used a tissue?” I asked, shamed at my fecklessness.
“Yes, and I cleared up thousands of cum filled tissues, but like a typical man, your aim was off! I got such a thrill that you cum thinking of me, used me, us, as a safe outlet for your manly needs.” Mum added.
“God Gigi, you weren’t even forty and my ideal, my wank fantasy until the day I left for Uni!” I confessed. “And you are again!” I had to admit that, as I led Mum to be more sensual in our calls, it had stirred up my old latent desire for her, to be her good, obedient boy again. She didn’t seem to mind.
“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! Well!” She chuckled. “The peeping/show off gene runs in the family! Last summer, we noticed Tom photographed me on the beach and in the shower and the like. Your Dad also thought Izzy did with him in the shower as well.” They were my son and niece. “We let it slide, randy little buggers.” She sounded proud of their exploits.
“I can’t blame them!” I had spotted Tom ogling his GILF gran and also Izzy trying to film me, which I also pretended not to notice. “No harm, eh?”
“I love we can chat so openly, my Sweetie, it’s so good of you to be so open with me, it’s helped me to reveal more than I ever intended. But you can be so naughty and it makes me all naughty and horny as well.” Mum had always been a bit reticent and I had definitely led her into being ever more flirty.
“Look Gigi, I am sorry if you feel I have been too…” I hesitated.
“Raunchy?” She prompted.
“Well, yes, it’s just I was so down when we started talking. I needed to think of you as woman and, well, Gigi, that’s how I do, a beautiful, sexy woman and you always get me turned on!” It wasn’t the first time I had confessed this
“Oh Sweetie, it was to help you at first but when you talk like that, well, I can’t stop thinking of you, wanting you. So, do have an erection now?” Mum asked, bold as brass.
“I do Gigi, I know it’s naughty but I needed, I need to talk dirty sometimes! I always get an erection thinking of my Gigi.” I explained.
“Ooh, Sweetie! Well, I am turned on chatting with my baby boy, my cunt is begging for your cock!” Mum declared.
“I appreciate it’s so wrong, but I love that idea!” I sighed, wishing she was with me. “I hope you don’t think I have been to direct, too open chatting with you?”
"Not all at, it’s been a treat and you need an outlet, of course you do. I know some women lose libido with age, but since we started talking I keep getting hornier! I know I am a mother, a granny, but God, I am still a woman, I still feel like a fucking 16-year-old, horny all the time!’ Mums frustration raged down the line.
“Wow, Gigi, I assumed you kind of eased off?” I repeated that canard about post-menopausal mothers.
“Fuck, sometimes I wish I had, look, your father is a fantastic lover but when he is out, I am stroking, fingering and ramming big fat dildos into my cunt all the fucking time thinking of you. It’s disgusting, fantastic, frustrating, exhilarating and exhausting all at once!” Mum sounded exasperated.
“Wow! I know I have needed our chats, and it sounds like you have too?” I was still trying to get past that delicious image.
“I do, and they have been wonderful, my darling, I love the way you see me as a woman, as Gigi, not just your Mum! It’s giddying and ever so naughty.” Mum giggled. “What are you doing now? I am still naked, fresh out of the shower. I just I have to be knuckle deep in my cunt wishing I was telling you to eat me!” As we got more sordid I had tried ways to entice Mum to be ever more salacious. She seemed to respond best when I mentioned my fetish for submission. Hoping that was the best way to seduce her even more, I had been encouraging her to be ever more assertive.
“That’s so hot to hear, Gigi! I love it when you want to make me obey my Gigi, I get a hard on when you call. Gigi, umm.” I hesitated. “I cherish that we do, but I would rather not do the dirty on Dad.”
“Sweetie, your Dad does know we speak, that you need me to be so very intimate.” She giggled. “He understands you are frustrated, alone, he trusts me to help you.” That was reassuring. “I love hearing you get so aroused, such a thrill. So, your cock is hard now?" Mum asked.
“Gigi, I do need you.” Mum always got me to say rather too much.
“Oh my horny little boy, I am glad to help after two years alone, if your Dad and I don’t fuck daily, we go crazy. Let’s bring each other off today!” Mum knew I loved that.
“I am stroking my cock thinking of my Gigi!” I grabbed the chance to really enjoy myself, I know I should feel bad using my Mum like that, so thought of her as Gigi.
“I love to hear that! I love helping my lonely Sweetie, just let your Gigi help! Cum for your Gigi my sweet baby boy!” Mum purred.
“Fuck yes Gigi, I am, oh Gigi, oh fuck Gigi, I just cum.” Jeez, I was so turned on, I came fast.
“Oh Sweetie! That’s wonderful, oh my baby boy! I am close too, yes, oh, Sweetie, I, I, mmm…” Mum trailed off into an orgasmic reverie.
“Mmm, so glad I can help my Baby, I know you need that!” Mum said after a minute. “Such a shame you with your Gigi for real!”
“God yes!” It was all I thought about.
“You need a woman Sweetie, why not let your Gigi help baby, where’s the harm?” Mum declared, echoing my own words from previous chats.
“I know it’s naughty, rude, but I love it.” There was no denying it.
“Your Gigi wants you to be happy!” Mum sighed, "But, Sweetie, back to why I called. Well, we have got a buyer for our house. We wondered if you wanted to visit one last time?" Mum asked. “Then you will see for yourself that Dad knows!”
"Well, in that case, maybe?” I hadn’t been back for a while. Mum and Dad had been busy selling their business as I had been getting mine going.
“Good, and those naughty new toys. Bring them with you for some demos!” I had got so titillated I had talked about my anal masturbation.
“We could compare dildo techniques!” I said, pushing the boundaries again. Mum had been intrigued that I was exploring my bi-side and how I was also ever more fantasising about Dad. I knew I had to get them to join in as a couple with my incestuous obsession. When I thought I had beguiled Mum enough, I had set about using her to entice my Dad along.
“That was so eye opening to hear, Sweetie, you quite set us down a new path entirely. I would love to peg you as a thank you. You inspired us to try it, imagine that after forty years. I was a fucking God with that silicone cock bobbing, your Dad’s pussy splayed ready for me, maybe for you, soon? As I humped your Dad, his ejaculate oozed out on and on! It was quite the epiphany for us both! We feel better as lovers now for swapping roles like that!” Mum said, I had
“Wow, Gigi! I am, umm, I am delighted you and Dad tried it. But like I said, I want to be ready if I investigate gay dating.” That was my cover story for my duplicity, and an exciting Plan B if it failed.
“We were both turned on as you talked about all that and we had to try it and now your Dad wants you as his own toy boy!” She laughed. “Turns out that’s been his fantasy!”
“I would love that to do!” I felt if I said I wanted to be submissive to Dad, he would be much easier to seduce into my incestuous desires.
“We would to! My Angel has known about us from when we got flirty and he started listening in. Oh baby, it turns him on so fucking much. It’s added hot spice to our sex, and we both just love that!” Mum let out a naughty chuckle. “Be even better when you join us.”
"It certainly will!” I absolutely loved that as an idea, it made the phone calls so fucking intense. But I Still harboured doubts about making it real.
"Oh Sweetie, we all just love each other, that’s all. And we both want you to be properly happy againas well, and at our ages, why not realise our desires?” Mum reassured me.
“Umm, Gigi, because it’s not something we should say, let alone do.” My conscience kicked in, damn it.
“Oh Sweetie, you know Gigi wants the best for you, just be my good baby boy and listen to Gigi? " Mum paused.
"I enjoy chatting. I need to vent, but…it’s getting risky?” I said.
“What, wanting to love and be loved?” Mum skewered my comment, but I loved she was now leading on this after all my enticing her into my obsession. “Yes, we are being naughty, but so fucking what, where’s the harm, we are all adults, we all know our own minds, we all respect and trust each other. Honestly, my darling, just be a good boy for Mummy!” Fuck, she had really bought into my scheming.
“Gigi, it’s not you, but it is…” No, I didn’t dare say the I-word out loud. “Fuck! I realise we shouldn’t talk or even think like this. I know I shouldn't fantasise all the fucking time about you Gigi, about Dad, but I just I can’t stop!” I was grateful to Mum for these chats, helping to pull me out of a dark place and crossing a forbidden line.
“Oh, my son, you say it all like it’s wrong? It’s lovely to hear you so passionate again. You were so down, so flat, I just hated that, and you must know I would do everything, I mean everything, to make you happy!” Mum responded, yes, I did and had played on that to lure Mum over to this dark side. “I won’t let you be all alone again, when your Gigi could help!”
“Wow Gigi, that, gosh, that makes me so horny for you you.” My sated cock stirred.
"Should I have told you that, what, over twenty years ago?" Mum asked. “Would you have been you Gigi’s good, obedient boy back then?”
"Of course! Fuck yes, of course Gigi, I was a horny, curious 6' plus 200 pound virgin desperate to fuck you! Oh Gigi, what if you had given yourself to me, what if, eh?” I sighed.
“So, Sweetie, let’s not pass the chance up again today. I want you, we need you. Now be a good boy and stroke yourself as you think of me!” Mums adopted her imperious ‘obey me’ mode I used to know so well as a kid, I could see the arched eyebrow that always signalled it. It gave me such a thrill now to hear her buy in to my scheme so completely today.
“Gigi, I just did!” I pretended to protest.
“Sweetie!” Mum snapped, demanding obedience. “Be a good boy for Mummy. Tell me you are hard again, stroking yourself, thinking about my wet cunt, that you wish it was your fingers sliding into momma's juicy snatch? Promise me, my baby also craves me, wants me!” Mum purred down the phone, just as I had intended. The image of her there, nude, legs akimbo, fingers flying into her gaping pussy, was all too vivid.
“I am!” I rasped.
“It is cruel, unreal, how often I need my baby boy, how I yearn to be your ideal woman anew!” Yes! I really had won Mum over so that my urges, my desires, were now hers as well. “Be my darling little boy also, beating his cock to cum thinking of his Gigi, only of me. Choose your Gigi above all women!”
“I will, I do, Gigi!” I had never stopped wanting Mum as a woman. “Oh Gigi, I am rock hard again, stroking myself, thinking about you!” I replied, doing as I was told.
“Cup your balls, like it was me feeling the essence of you, my son, do that for me Sweetie!” Mum was, as I had plotted, taking control of our depraved phone sex session, believing she was leading me.
“I am Gigi, I am, feel me, feel them, ready to breed you!” I croaked, one hand wringing my balls as I stroked my renewed erection. Already sated from a few minutes earlier, I hoped I could last longer this time and not spunk-off like a teen.
“Oh God, yes, breed me Son, breed your hot, horny Gigi like we could have way back!” Mum's tone was compelling. “Cum for me! Just for me Sweetie, just me! Cum for your Gigi!” So I did, with a long, urgent moan down the phone, sharing my ejaculation as best I could with my ideal woman, my Mum. The phone went muffled at Mum's end, sloppy, slurping noises coming through like Mum was bringing herself off with the phone. In the background, I heard some guttural groans, then there was silence for a minute or two.
"Wow Sweetie, you made Gigi cum hard then. And you?” Mum broke the silence.
“God yes Gigi, just for you Gigi, just for you.” I looked down at the new skeins of cum on the table.
“So your cum was meant for me?" Mum demanded again.
"Just you. Oh God, Gigi, I know it is wrong to feel like this, but yes. I used to dream all the fucking time about doing it with you, with Dad, with both of you. And fuck it, today it feels so true.” Indeed, just as I had always intended, the seduction of my Mum seemed complete.
“Oh Sweetie, it's just natural, isn't it?” Yes Mum, I thought, that was the message I sold to you. “Look, your Dad's home soon, then we are off out, and I need to get dressed and get going, so you will be over say next Monday or so?”
Now it was a tempting offer, but…if I couldn't resist phone sex with Mum, what chance had I in the same building? God, I would just fuck my mother there and then if I went and visited.
“Uh, Gigi I think it may be best I don't go to visit and, umm, cum."
"Why not Sweetie?" Her disappointment stung me.
"I, um, I don't feel I could stop from…from fucking you, oh God, and Dad also, each watching the other." I suddenly was hit by doubt, afraid what might go wrong, it was maybe best to settle for what we had.
"Ok, but that's a reason to come, to cum together?" She giggled.
"Um, well, yes, as a gorgeous woman and Dad is a handsome man, it's a great reason to visit. But you are, well Gigi, still my Mum and Dad, umm…it’s incest.” There, I named the I-word.
“So? Oh, my sweet baby boy, Mummy only ever wants the best for her baby, and it’s good for you to obey your Mummy.” But that meant incest. “You need some proper sex, Sweetie.” Oh I had made sure Mum knew that. “Wouldn’t some me and Dad special love make you happy?"
"Gigi, you have been a great help the last few months, just now. I am not sure. It would be a massive step to take.” I was finding it harder to say no.
“I know, our chats have been heading there though, haven't they, Sweetie? It's been such a joy to be so intimate chatting with you. Your Dad and I have some kinky stuff we want to explore with a third person. Well, who better than our own sweet boy?” That confession from Mum was from the seeds of desire I had cultivated in her.
“Oh, Gigi, I had assumed you would have tried all that by now?"
"No, raising two kids. Then our business took over. And then just when we had some time, your sister, and her children came to stay so many times. She acted like his money made her superior, caused me to feel dirty, less than because your Dad and I were still sexual. Back then, she made it very awkward." My sister's marriage had been volatile, and she had flown back home, as she lived overseas often and never paid a penny for being put up.
“It was none of the little bitches' business. Jeez, the help you gave her, she is the one who should have been grateful.” The way my sister disproved had grated.
"She thought she was doing us the favour visiting, and I have to say, she has been far less judgy recently. I think her marriage is in its end game, and she realises she won’t have his money, his status.” That was news to me. Mum talked me through more of my sister's travails as it seemed her privileged, pampered days were ending. Then Mum sighted. “Look, Sweetie, I understand incest is not something to…" She let that hang.
"You will be busy, with selling the house, the business?" I said, to push back, making the filthy fantasy for longer.
"Yes and then...oh Sweetie, I feel like a horny fifteen-year-old counting the seconds to my sixteenth so we could fuck… but it’s been thirty, forty years of restraint, over half my life denying myself, turning 60 just, I wonder why not?" Mum asked an excellent question.
"Oh Gigi, it's not me saying no, never, just not next week. Let's skip that visit and keep chatting and…who knows?” I felt it prudent to defer.
"OK, my sweet boy, I guess that's maybe best today. I have to get dressed and get going! Now then, Sweetie, you are only to cum with your Mum! Promise me! Promise to be my good and obedient son and only cum when I say so?”
“Gigi, that’s a hell of a promise.”
“I will call every day and we can do it together every day! I promise. Be good for me, Sweetie, by my darling little boy again, only this time don’t just cum thinking about me, only cum when we have our hot chats! It’s such a turn on for your me to make you cum!” Mum said implored.
“I promise to be a good and obedient son!” Indeed I did, and it seemed to have worked as a way of seducing Mum to my own salacious desires.
“And only cum when we are talking? Only when thinking of me and when I let you? Promise me that, son?”
Oh yes, Mum had fallen in my trap alight.
