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Authors name: Oric13 (oric13@xs4all.nl)
Story title : Gilmore Girls - Who's got the Biggest
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Gilmore Girls - Who's got the Biggest
by Oric13 (oric13@xs4all.nl)
***
Pairing: Rory/Lorelai Rating: NC-17 Summary: Rory and
her mom get into an argument that soon turns into
something more. Notes: This story takes place during
episode 3 "Kill Me Now" and contains dialogue from that
episode. The story is told from Rory's point of view.
Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters from
the TV show "Gilmore girls" that belongs to Warner
Brothers, and is not meant as an infringement on their
copyright of the series. The story itself is mine.
Warning: This story contains lesbian incest between a
mother and her sixteen-year-old daughter. If you don't
like that stuff or are not mature enough for it, then I
suggest you don't read this story. But if you do, then
enjoy...
Gilmore Girls - Who's got the Biggest
By Oric13
***
"Is that my sweater?"
I looked at my mom with surprise. "What?"
"You're wearing my sweater."
"So?" I answered back somewhat exasperated. Why does mom
suddenly have an issue with me loaning some of her
clothing... it never has been a problem in the past.
"No, it's OK." Lorelai hurriedly said. "It's just I
thought I asked you to at least ask, you know, before
you borrow my stuff."
"I'm sorry." I sighed.
"It's OK. It's just not too much to ask for a simple
"Can I borrow it, Mom?" is it?" she pressed on.
"No, it's not. Jeez, lighten up." I shot back a bit
irritable, meanwhile busy contemplating what suddenly
got into my usually easy going and laidback mom... Of
course! She is annoyed I didn't have a terrible time at
the golf club... and this her little way of dealing with
it.
"It's my favourite sweater too."
She just isn't going to let this drop, is she? Sighing
again, I answered, "Since when?"
"Since always."
"This is not your favourite sweater."
God! That woman could be so infuriating some times!
"Yes it is and now it's going to be all stretched out
just like everything else you borrow." Mom continued
tirelessly.
I looked at her with amazement. "What are you talking
about?"
"I'm talking about that you take my sweaters and you
wear them and you stretch them out."
What? She is really grasping at straws now!
"I couldn't possibly stretch them out! Your boobs are
way bigger than mine."
"That is not true."
"Yes it is."
"Your boobs are totally bigger than mine!" she retorted.
I can't believe I'm having a conversation with my mother
about who got the biggest boobs! ... Besides, it's so
obvious hers are bigger.
"You're crazy!" I called out.
"Do you want to measure?"
"What?!"
"I'm serious. Why don't you get the measuring tape right
now?"
"I am not going to measure my boobs." Jeez! Mom is
taking obstinacy to a whole new level!
She shot me a pointed look. "Because you know that you
are totally bigger."
This is getting way too weird for me. "I'm going
inside."
"Fine, don't measure. We'll just compare bras."
"Stop it!" God! Couldn't she at least consider
expressing her feelings in a normal way? What's wrong
with saying: Rory, it bothers me that you had fun at
the golf club and actually want to hang out with your
grandparents, whom I dislike... But no! SHE wants to
compare tits!
"I'll stop when you quit stealing my stuff."
"You're cracked!" She's cracked! Now where is the number
for the mental institution?
"You're... bigger." Mom shot back.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my books and dashed inside.
***
To my not so big surprise, mom followed me inside and
continued the whole who's got the biggest conversation.
After about five more minutes, I couldn't take it any
longer.
"Fine!" I called out while storming to the cupboard and
getting out the measuring tape. "You want to measure our
breasts?" I threw her the tape, which she quickly caught
and stripped off mom's "favourite" sweater. Standing in
front of my mother, I shot her a challenging look and
pushed out my bra-clad chest. "Go ahead, measure them!"
This caught her somewhat of balance, she looked at me
rather sheepishly for a moment not sure on how to act
next... she quickly recovered however.
"Okay... but you need to take your bra off before I can
measure them."
Well, that was taking the joke a little to far in my
book and I was ready to put the sweater back on and call
the whole thing off. That's when I saw it: that little
smirk on mom's face, with that triumphant look in her
eyes she often got when she felt she had won an other
round in the never-ending mother/daughter battle of
winning arguments.
Well, this is one round you are NOT going to win, mom!
Reaching back I unclasped my bra and led it slid down;
revealing my ample-sized (if I do say so myself)
breasts.
Mom gazed at my chest with wide-open eyes; she certainly
didn't expect this from me! Her reaction didn't surprise
me... I am usually kind of shy about my body, a trait I
certainly didn't inherited from my mother. She is very
comfortable with her body and often walks around the
house in her underwear, sometimes even topless (which is
how I am positive that hers are bigger then mine). I, on
the other hand, always go around fully dressed outside
the bed and bathroom. So it wasn't difficult to
understand why me stripping off my clothes (even if it
was only from the waist up) took her by surprise.
She was studying my breasts now, for what seemed like
several minutes. To my own surprise, I didn't feel shy
or embarrassed. No, I actually felt kind of proud about
not backing down and making such a bold move. I was also
feeling something else... a little naughty and excited
about flashing my own mother (who by the way couldn't
keep her eyes off my breasts).
Finally mom was able to look up and shot me a little
smirk. "Very impressive, Rory."
Moving closer, she whispered in my ear, "Now let's
measure them, shall we?"
After saying these words, she grabbed my right breast
and wound the measuring tape around it. I gasped as the
palm of her hand brushed my nipple, which then slowly
became erect. Using one hand to keep the measuring tape
in place, mom used her other hand to write my size down
on a notepad.
Turning her attention back on my breasts, she released
the measuring tape and placed it across the front of my
breast. Pushing down slightly, she took the next set of
measurements and wrote them down too.
My breathing had turned a bit laboured by now and when
she wrapped the tape around both my breasts, I felt my
other nipple also becoming erect. Swallowing nervously,
I shot a covert look at mom to see if she had noticed.
She had of course; grinning brightly, she winked at me.
I felt myself blush and quickly looked down, taking a
deep gulp of air when I abruptly felt her tickle my
sensitive nipples.
After taking about every measurement she could from my
breasts, including the size of my nipples (they are half
an inch long when fully erect) mom was finally finished.
She felt me up one last time (for good measure I guess)
and handed me the tape.
"I guess it's my turn now," she smiled and calmly took
of her top.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so her firm, round breasts
immediately jutted into view... Wow! They are...
magnificent! I mean, I know I've seen them before but
never like this... Besides, I didn't exactly get an
opportunity to really look at them prior to this...
Sure, I shot a glance now and then at my mom's boobs
whenever she went topless, but it's not like I walked up
to her and pushed my face in-between them, or studied
them up close.
But now they were right in front of my eyes and I could
look at them all I wanted... and look at them I did! The
first thing I noticed was how firm they were. Mom is
already in her early thirties but her breasts didn't
even have the slightest hint of sag. Boy! I hope my
breasts look like that when I'm her age... Hell, I hope
my breasts look that good when I'm my age!
"Ahem!" Mom discreetly coughed. Ouch! I probably
shouldn't be drooling over my mother's breasts
(figuratively speaking of course!). Okay, focus Rory!
Focus at the task at hand! Which is measuring your mom's
tits... Oh boy! This is going to be more complicated
then I thought...
After taking a deep breath to steady my emotions, I
wrapped the measuring tape around my mom's right boob
and started repeating the actions she used on my
breasts.
I notice her nipples are already erect and lick my
suddenly dry lips... Why do I all of a sudden have a
craving for milk? Maybe it's a deep-rooted psychological
need for mother's milk left over from infancy that the
close proximity of my mother's breasts triggered...
Yeah, that must be it!
Either that or I have the hots for my own mother and
want to suck on her tits. Well, that could certainly
complicate my life somewhat...
As I continued measuring mom's boobs, I noticed from her
heavy breathing that my hands on her breasts affected
her just as much as her hands on mine had done. My hands
started shaking and I inadvertently touched one of her
erect nipples.
She let out a sharp gasp, quickly thereafter my hand
grazed her other nipple (not so inadvertently this
time). After playing a few more of these "innocent"
little pranks on her (Hey! Turnabout is fair play) I
took the other measurements.
Rather to soon for my taste, I finished taking my mom's
measurements and just like I had said before: hers are
definitely bigger... Wordlessly, I handed her the
notepad and she read our measurements out loud.
"Well, it would seem that you're right and mine a
slightly bigger then yours..." she remarked.
I snorted at this. Hers were more then "slightly"
bigger.
Hesitating for a few moments she continued, "Perhaps we
should weigh them, just to be sure."
We stared silently at each other for a while, both
knowing that things were starting to get out of hand and
they were likely to get even more out of hand if we
started to take each other tits into our hands.
A big part of me however wanted things to get out of
hand... wanted to feel my mother's breasts, to kiss them
and caress them and take our relationship to a level I
had only thought about in my deepest and darkest
fantasies.
Needing to get closer, I moved towards her... then all
of a sudden our breasts are touching!
We both moan softly as our nipples connect, we are both
a bit startled at the sudden contact and shudder a
little, making our nipples scrape across each other's
breasts. At once, we start moving some more, allowing
our tits to mash together. Next think I know: we are
panting loudly and rubbing our tits against each
other's.
Horny as hell and not being able to resist the
temptation any longer, I grabbed her tits and felt their
weight in my hands. I let my fingers fondle every inch
of my mother's full globes enjoying the feel of the soft
flesh in my hands.
It wasn't long before I felt mom following my example
and I felt myself becoming engulfed by these wonderful
sensations... Her hands handling my smaller pair, gently
squeezing and caressing them while my hands did the same
to her.
Taking my nipples between two fingers, she rolled it
between her fingers and pinched them; a jolt of sweet
pain and pleasure shot through my body and I quickly did
the same to her.
She moans softly.
Giving my nipples a few more tender pulls, she
unexpectedly bends over and takes my left nipple in her
mouth and gently started sucking on it...
I groan loudly and press her head closer to my chest.
Not needing anymore encouragement she started sucking
harder, occasionally letting her tongue dance and caress
across my painfully erect nipple.
"Oh god, mom! That feels sooo good!" I moaned out.
While increasing her oral caressing of my left nipple,
she uses a hand to fondle and twist my right nipple.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"
Oh Wow! I felt more aroused and excited from mom sucking
on my tits, then I have ever felt from the few
masturbation sessions I had tried so far.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!" I could feel the moisture between my legs
increase... Oh God!! I never felt like this before! I
think... I think... I'm going to... CUM!!
"Yes, yes, YES!! Oh mom... oh mommy!! YES!! YES!!
YESSSSS!!!!!" I grunted out as I reached my orgasm and
came with tremendous force.
As I finally start to come down from this all-time high,
mom takes my now hypersensitive nipple between her teeth
and gently bites down on it. With stars dancing in front
of my eyes, I came again and again.
Shaking on my feet, I leaned onto mom to keep myself
from falling. "Oh mom, that... that was amazing!"
"I'm glad you liked it, honey." Smiling, she kissed me
tenderly on my lips.
I opened my mouth and made my tongue meet mom's; we let
our tongues wrestle with each other's... Dipping it in
and out each other's mouths, gently caressing and
probing we kissed like that for almost 15 minutes.
Meanwhile, our hands were busy exploring each other's
bodies. I groped my mom's tight buns with both hands,
while mom used one hand to play with my breasts and her
other hand to rub across the crotch of my jeans.
God! Mom sure knows how to use her hands! If she keeps
this up, I'm going to cum again... It suddenly occurred
to me that while I had already cummed (with multiple
orgasms!), mom hasn't had any release yet. If she is
even only half as aroused as I am, then she must be
dying to cum! Making my mind up quickly, I decided to
repay mom for the wonderful orgasm she had given me.
"Your turn, mom." I whispered and let myself slide
down her body to my knees. With trembling fingers, I
unfastened her jeans and tried to pull them down.
"Tried" being the imperative word, because they didn't
go down easily.
Mom was pushing at her jeans and I was pulling, we were
both red-faced and panting heavily when they finally
slid down her legs.
Looking at mom's damp panties, I smacked my lips
hungrily and hooked my fingers in the waistband and
started to pull them down...
Just when her dark pubic-hair came into view, I heard a
knock on the door and we both froze.
"Rory?! Are you home?"
Oh God! It was my friend Lane, what a lousy timing.
Normally I am happy to see her, but this wasn't one of
those times!
"I'm coming in, okay?" I heard her call.
Mom and I looked at each other, and managed to convey a
similar message to each other using only a look: Put
clothes back on, QUICKLY!!
I dove for my sweater (okay, mom's sweater but I'd been
wearing it) while mom pulled up her pants, which luckily
went up quicker then they went down.
I pulled on my sweater in record time and just before
Lane entered the room, mom had grabbed her top and
escaped into the kitchen.
"Hey, Lane!" I managed to speak out casually.
"Hey, Rory!" she smiled at me. "I thought you would be
up in your room, didn't you hear me call?"
"Erhm... No, I must have dozed off a bit."
"Are you okay?" she gave me a worried look. "You look
kinda flushed."
"Yeah, I am... uh... fine."
"Good!" she smiled and sat down on the couch next to me.
"I was afraid you were getting ill. Hey, you never guess
what happened to me at school today! I--"
She stopped speaking for a moment, lifting herself up
slightly she felt with her hand beneath her, then raised
her hand back up holding a piece of clothing. Examining
it for a moment, she said, "Is this your bra?"
***
Laying on my bed with my eyes closed, I thought about
all that had happened today. With some quick thinking I
had managed to explain why my bra was lying on the couch
but just when I thought I was out of the danger zone,
mom walked into the room with her top on inside out!
God! My heart practically stopped when I saw that.
Luckily, Lane didn't notice it and taking mom back into
the kitchen for a moment we managed to correct that
problem.
That was pretty close though...
Speaking of mom and "pretty close", I was pretty close
to having my face buried in my mother's pussy!
Unbelievable! I can hardly believe all that has happened
today...
I wonder if mom is willing to continue what she started,
I doubt it though... At the few opportunities we got to
talk in private while Lane was here, she was very silent
and standoffish. I think Lane's visit shocked her out of
whatever mood she was in, so I don't think I'll be
seeing her breasts or pussy up close anytime soon.
How do I feel about that, though... Part of me is
relieved that we don't complicate or ruin the great
mother/daughter relationship we have with sex. Sure, mom
is hot but... she's MOM! It's not like I can suddenly
date her, can I? Still, another part of me feels regret
I didn't get a chance to taste her pussy... For some
bizarre reason, I've been wondering the entire day how
she'd taste... and every time I think about the way her
hands felt on my body and my hands felt on her, I feel a
shiver of excitement course through my body.
My silent pondering is suddenly interrupted by a knock
on the door.
"Rory? Can... Can I come in?"
Mom... I'm glad she has decided to come and talk to me,
I was afraid she'd be avoiding me.
"Sure, come in!"
The door opened and mom stepped in the room, giving me a
tentative smile she sat down beside me on the bed.
"Hello, honey... How are you feeling?"
She looked at me so cautiously and shy that I suddenly
had difficulty not bursting into laughter. This was so
unlike mom's normal behaviour!
I smiled at her. "If you mean: am I suddenly scarred for
life and in need of intensive psychological care, then
you can stop worrying mom. I am fine."
She gave me an inquisitive and somewhat doubtful look.
"Really, I am!" I assured her.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she smiled. "Great! I was
afraid that what happened today... would ruin the
relationship that we have, I mean things got out of hand
and--"
"I know what you mean, mom. You don't have to worry, I
am totally cool with what happened. In fact... I kinda
enjoyed it... a lot!" I shot her an inquiring glance.
"Didn't you?"
Squirming uncomfortable, she avoided my gaze. After a
few moments of silence, she said, "Even if we did...
enjoy it. You understand that it cannot happen again,
it's just... not healthy."
I couldn't help feeling somewhat disappointed, I guess
that even holding society's taboo on incest in mind
didn't change the fact that I am attracted to my mother.
"I... understand, so we just act like nothing out of the
ordinary has happened?"
"Right!" mom replied in a relieved tone. "Nothing
happened, just... two gals comparing breasts."
I nodded. "Right, just two gals comparing breasts... and
me having the biggest orgasm in my entire life."
Grinning a little she responded, "Let's just stick to
the first part, shall we?"
I grinned back. "Okay, mom."
Smiling at each other, we hugged.
"I'm glad we're back to normal, how about I whip us up a
first-class dinner?"
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. "I thought you
said we're back to normal?"
"Okay, what I mean is: Pizza or Chinese?" she grinned.
"Ah! Now we're back to normal! Let's see... I could go
for some pizza, right about now."
"Pizza it is." She stood up and walked to the door.
"Oh, and by the way, mom?"
"Yes?"
Smiling sweetly I said, "You've got a really nice rack."
She narrowed her eyes at me and I gulped, but then a
smile broke out on her face, "Well... thanks honey, so
do you." Giving me a little wink, she turned and left
the room.
I stared after her as she left. `Mmm, and you've got a
really nice ass too...'
The End
(C)2001 by Oric13 Email: Oric13@xs4all.nl
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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