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Archive name: gilmor.txt (MFF, seduce, voy)
Authors name: Caesar (caesar69@my-deja.com)
Story title : Gilmore Girls: The Obnoxious Boyfriend

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Gilmore Girls: The Obnoxious Boyfriend (MFF, seduce, voy)
Original screenplay by Caesar (caesar69@my-deja.com)

***

This story was adapted from the original by Caesar and 
does not attempt to infringe on the WB's original TV 
series. This is a parody of the series and is available 
to free access Internet users and not meant for profit.

I had a dream, and this was it...

***

My name is Lorelai Gilmore, and I'm the single mother 
of a beautiful eighteen year-old recently rebellious 
teenager. For three months my daughter Rory has been 
seeing this boy, the eighteen year-old nephew of my 
friend Luke, whom I believe is a bad influence on my 
daughter. As evidence; she has begun to get bad grades,
skipping school, began smoking, swearing... I could go 
on for a long time, all because of this boy Jess.

All of our lives we've been planning and working to get 
Rory into Harvard someday, and until Jess came along 
there was never any doubt that my sweet intelligent 
child would make her dreams come true.

I have always been known for my sweet, calm disposition. 
So when Rory brought this boy home for supper, I was 
prepared for the worst, yet planned to act civil. I'd 
seen the kid at Luke's Diner and around town but never 
thought that my sweet teenager would fall for him.

I guess with my history; being pregnant with Rory at 
age sixteen, I should have known that my child might 
fall into the same trap.

Even though I suspected that my only daughter was 
sleeping with this delinquent, (after several arguments,
which left the us feeling nervous and uneasy) I finally 
agreed to let Jess come over to the house.

As I thought, the boy that she was holding hands with in 
the foyer of our home turned out to be just as I feared. 
He had a gleam in his eyes that I immediately didn't 
like. He shook my hand, it was warm and dry, and he 
lingered for what seemed like a long time. They went to 
the living room while I went to the kitchen to order 
pizza.

I made the call and straightened up the room a little. 
All the while thinking of how to get my beloved daughter 
away from that loser. The way she hung over him, kissing 
his neck, the mindless giggle she did whenever he spoke. 
It all grated upon my nerves. My daughter deserved 
better than "that", she was gorgeous and smart, who 
could be anything she wanted. If only she didn't get in 
with the wrong crowd.

Our home life was mediocre, boring. It was the life I 
chose after becoming pregnant and a single parent at 
such a young age. I was pretty satisfied with my lot in 
life, and wasn't about to throw that away. I had lived 
the way I had for nineteen years, mostly for my 
daughter, to give her the home life and parental love 
that I never had.

When the pizza arrived I called the kids to the kitchen. 
With the swinging door wide open I began to lift pizza 
onto a big platter on the large round table. I was about 
to get the picture of tea from the refrigerator, when I 
noticed Jess was sitting next to my spot at the table. I 
didn't think much of it at the time.

The first indication that something was wrong was when I 
felt like I was being watched, as I was bent over 
picking up a wash cloth I'd dropped, I experienced an 
almost physical touch as I felt eyes looking at my bum. 
I turned around, while still bent over, my hands busy. 
There was Jess, his eyes gleaming as he starred 
unabashed at my butt. He noticed my startled look and 
smiled into my surprised eyes, then smugly returned to 
studying my ass.

Couldn't Rory see what a letch he was? Couldn't she tell 
what a loser her new boyfriend was? God I wanted to just 
strangle that little bastard, how dare he take up with 
my perfect child!

My hand slipped from the pizza box, but luckily I caught 
it before I made a real mess. Quickly I set the box down 
on the counter, still feeling the boy's eyes on my 
backside. I inventoried my clothes, was their something 
he could see? I made a decision not to wear tight jeans 
the next time the little twit came to visit. 

Just before I was about to lift the pizza filled platter 
to the dinning room, I realized the sunlight streaming 
in from the large window above the sink was filtering 
through my thin shirt and allowing the boy a glimpse of 
my bra through the material. I knew that my indications 
of this young man had been right.

Jess watched me walk to the table, his eyes not leaving 
my legs and crotch area. I almost lost my step as my 
left foot tripped over my right. Luckily, again I missed 
making a terrible mess. The large plate was set down 
between my daughter and her boyfriend. 

We were making small talk when I thought I felt a hand 
on my leg. I froze for a second then returned to cutting 
the pizza. Softly and gently a warm hand lay on the back 
of my lower thigh. Jess was touching me! I stopped 
cutting and looked down at the little snot and had to 
control myself when he smiled innocently at me. Brave 
since I was still holding a large knife. What should I 
do? Tell my daughter, scream, carve up the shit?

But I went back to the pizza and ignored the hand, 
hoping he would tire and drop it. Besides it hadn't 
moved an inch. I knew now would not be a good time to 
convince my daughter of her boyfriends devious ways. 
Later would be better, easier on her, since even I 
remember the hurt of losing a young love.

My teeth bit into my bottom lip as his rough hand slid 
up my inner thigh. I almost screamed my hurt and 
frustration as he slid it up and around to cup my left 
buttock in a firm grip. I had figured the little shit 
would be as nervous as I when he touched me, just over 
active hormones. But I was wrong, he was dangerous, and 
I had to get rid of him somehow without hurting Rory, 
and fast.

I could feel my face flush, and I struggled to finish 
cutting the pizza, hoping to get this meal over with as 
fast as possible. The hand was moving back and forth 
against my ass. He didn't do that long, but took his 
hand away and then I felt it at my crotch as he 
continued to massage me under the table. His hand was 
now cupping my crotch. I knew that my daughter couldn't 
see his movements, yet hoped.

I pulled my legs together and pressed my legs together, 
not wanting him to explore me there. He had been about 
to slide his fingers into the fly of my jeans. I again 
looked down, and had to control myself, feeling the urge 
to stick the fork into his eye. He surprised me with a 
painful pinch, pulling trapped pubic hair, and I jumped.

My answer to my daughter's obvious question was that I 
had almost cut my finger, she believed me. 

I tried to ignore the humiliation I felt as his hand 
kept massaging my crotch through my jeans. Then somehow 
he pulled at my zipper and a finger snaked into my fly. 
I never wear panties because of the line they make when 
I wear tight jeans, and held back tears of rage and pain 
as I felt his fingers playing with my pubic hair.

Finally, I could take it no longer and pulled away from 
his grasp then sat down in a seat by my daughter. I half 
expected the little shit to come around and sit by me so 
he could again grab my thigh. But if he did again I 
could easily stab him with a fork. Instead, he ignored 
me and spoke charmingly to my daughter.

A movement in the corner of my eye, caused me to turn 
towards Jess and my daughter. Jess had turned his chair 
towards me slightly giving me a view of his lap. And 
there over his crotch was my daughter's dainty hand, 
rubbing along the obvious bulge in his pants. Neither of 
their faces revealed anything, except he turned towards 
me and flashed a smile of triumph my way. God I hated 
him!

I had to get rid of him as soon as possible, to prove to 
my daughter what kind of boy he was. If nothing else he 
was definitely lacking in the social graces. And my 
daughter was too good for him. I was determined to talk 
to Luke to see if he might send the boy away.

I continued to look upon the sight of Rory's hand 
stroking the large man-organ inside the boy's pants. A 
part of me, deep down inside, wanted to see what it 
looked like. I caught myself thinking that and flushed 
with shame.

*

Finally supper was over. Rory said they were going to a 
movie but Jess interrupted and asked to see her room. Of 
course my daughter agreed, she coddled the little shit. 
He sat while my daughter went to pick up her room before 
letting her boyfriend see it, something she never did.

Jess patted my behind as I walked by, I spun about to 
verbally abuse him, when he spoke up, "You're a gorgeous 
broad Mrs. Gilmore, great ass!" 

My face must have shown my hate

"Man I'd really like to feel those big tits of yours!" 
His smile showed his fearless lust. 

Just when I was about to tell the shit to go to hell, 
Rory walked in. I went to the livingroom and didn't go 
back into the kitchen until I heard the two of them 
close the door to my daughter's room.

I know I was unnecessarily sneaking around and should 
have just thrown the little bastard out, but something 
inside me caused my heart to pump wildly. I snuck down 
the hall to my daughter's room, I could hear Jess's deep 
voice but couldn't make out the words. 

The door to my daughter's room was open slightly, and as 
I moved up close to her door I could hear Jess talking. 
"Wider babe, show me how it's done." I peeked around the 
corner of the door and almost fainted to the floor.

There lying on her bed, was my perfect daughter, her 
jeans were off and her panties around only one ankle. 
Rory's right hand was sliding up and down the length of 
her wide-open crotch, her legs as wide as she could get 
them. Unfortunately she was facing me.

Jess was sitting near the end of the bed facing my 
daughter, studying her. "You're a great piece of tail 
Rory, a woman of twenty-five couldn't be better looking. 
Slide your finger up your snatch girl!"

Two pairs of eyes watched as my daughter slide a finger 
up her slightly open vagina, when she withdrew the 
finger, it was coated in a clear shiny film. My daughter 
was masturbating with that slimeball watching her, 
ordering her. If there had been a gun in the house I 
believe I would have shot him right then.

Then I realized, Jess had turned his head and was 
starring right at me. "Open your legs wider Rory, give 
me a good show," he ordered, while smiling his contempt 
at me. Slowly, without taking his eyes off me he lay 
down next to my daughter. His free hand lifting up her 
t-shirt and pulling down her bra. My daughters little 
poky breasts wiggled freely. He just continued to stare 
at me, while bending down to suck on the closest nipple, 
his hand going to the other nipple and roughly pinching 
it.

This all was done for me to see, Jess had planned this 
show, not for himself since I was sure he had already 
experienced my daughter's charms. But now he wanted 
mine.

His hand left her nipple to slide down to Rory's lightly 
haired crotch, without slowing down he pushed his middle 
finger into her vagina, sinking it in all the way. 
Obviously my daughter was no virgin. That reality hit me 
like a ton of bricks.

Then for the first time my daughter spoke, or rather 
moaned, "I love you Jess... yes, deeper baby... I'll do 
anything... I'll show you I'm better than all the 
rest..."

All the rest? I believe she was trying to act older than 
her eighteen years, perhaps to feel like part of the 
crowd. To fit in. God, how I wanted to murder that boy!

"Of course you'll show me Rory, you know I like my 
bitches slutty."

"Yes Jess, anything!" She moaned, wiggling around on the 
bed, as his finger simulated a penis driving into her 
sex. "Let me cum for you, see how wet I am? Just for you 
babe."

He continued to watch me, "Damn you're hot babe, your 
cunt is so fucking tight!" He bit her nipple causing her 
to wince. "Time to get on your knees slut, show me that 
ass!" As if she was an automation, she rolled over 
breathlessly, and pulled her knees up under her, letting 
her shoulders lay on the pillow. "Arch your back slut, 
show me your best feature."

Jess was kneeling next to my daughters round ass, her 
back was indeed arched downward causing her ass to round 
outwards and her ass crack to widen all the way to her 
vagina. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, letting me view 
my own daughter's slimy wet cunt hole. I was disgusted 
and infatuated at the same time.

"Your fucking wet babe!"

"Yes, c'mon baby, make me a woman..."

"Shit it's sliding down your thighs." It was. "Perhaps I 
could help you somehow?" He was baiting, and she took 
the hook groaning and wiggling her ass seductively. 
Definitely not the Rory I knew. "Yup a tight wet cunt 
like yours would feel good wrapped around my hard cock. 
Wouldn't it girl?"

"God, yes Jess...!"

He again turned to me, his finger sliding into my 
daughter's sex. "You sure babe, since your mom is only 
down the hall? We wouldn't want to be disturbed?" That 
stopped her moaning, causing her to return to reality, 
thinking. "Of course a mature woman wouldn't give a shit 
who was in the next room as long as she pleased her 
man!"

"Fuck me babe." Rory didn't sound convinced, but she was 
still excited.

"Perhaps I better see if she's busy," (meaning me) "I'll 
be right back." He stood and went to the door. "While 
I'm gone, I want you to finger that cunt of yours, keep 
it wet for me baby!"

"Yes Jess," Rory sounded lost.

I backed out of the bathroom as I heard Jess coming 
toward me. I went back to the kitchen. He came out of my 
daughter's room and walked past me and into the dining 
room. He was sitting regaled in the hard backed chair, 
smiling as he waited for me.

"Your a hot bitch aren't you? Just like your daughter," 
he held up his little finger, "who is wrapped around my 
finger. Perhaps you would like to be wrapped around 
something too baby?" He grabbed his bulge in his jeans. 

My knees almost gave out, I honestly didn't know what to 
do. I was shaking with anger and excitement all at the 
same time. I could feel the dampness coating the crotch 
of my tight fitting jeans. I knew my voice wouldn't work 
even if I knew what to say. I felt like killing him and 
fucking him at the same time.

Thinking back I can't believe I actually got excited by 
this little shit, he was totally opposite from the type 
of man that usually attracted me. Perhaps it was the way 
my daughter let him talk to her, the way he brazenly 
radiated sex. I don't know.

When I didn't say anything he stood up and walked up to 
me, then his hand went to my neck. At first I didn't 
realize what he was doing, until he pushed my blouse 
aside. "You want to fuck me don't you bitch!" It wasn't 
a question.

Then as I stood there he pushed the blouse off my 
shoulders and then walked around me, I could feel his 
warm hands on my back and on my bra. He unhooked it and 
the bra fell immediately to my feet. Jess reached around 
and hefted a breast in each of his hands. Roughly he 
squeezed them, pushed them together, fingered the hard 
nipples and slapped the tender skin. All the while I 
didn't resist one bit.

He whispered into my ear, "You know I'm going to fuck 
you don't ya?" He pinched my nipple, hard, when I didn't 
answer him. It hurt.

I mumbled, "Yes."

Then he reached around me from behind and undid my 
jeans. I stood stock still has he pulled the zipper down 
and made no move as he tugged my pants down. When I 
stepped out of my clothes, he pushed me hard, and I fell 
to my hands and knees, his foot came up and pressed 
against my back. "That's it slut, on your knees like a 
bitch in heat!"

I hated him.

Then Jess went back to his chair. I froze there on the 
floor, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted. 
Pitiful.

"Crawl over here and take out my cock!" Again an order, 
and again I didn't refuse. 

Slowly, on hands and knees, I crawled over to kneel 
between his wide stretched legs, my breasts swaying 
under me with every move. My fingers fumbled with the 
zipper of his jeans. Frantically I pulled them down, and 
tugged under his underwear down bringing out his large 
stiff cock. It was bigger than I had ever seen before, 
just as I suspected when I'd seen the bulge at dinner.

He must have seen the look in my eyes, "He's big ain't 
he?" Referring to his male organ. "Now suck it bitch!"

My eyes measured the proportions of the young man's 
cock, seven and a half, eight inches of gorgeous man-
meat, like a work of art. Roughly Jess clenched a fist 
in my long hair, and pulled me towards his cock. 

My tightly closed lips touched the hard velvet tip of 
his sex, he wiggled my head against it trying to force 
himself into my mouth. When he realized I wasn't about 
to give up without a fight, he pulled my head up and 
with his other hand slapped me hard on my face.

Again he pulled me down on his sex, this time my mouth 
opened and the hard meat slid silently into and down my 
throat. Truthfully, my mouth had been watering since 
first seeing that throbbing male passion pole, but only 
my honor had kept me from giving in too quickly. I 
barely controlled the reflex muscle in the back of my 
throat from gagging, as his wonderfully stiff penis head 
hit the back of my throat. I could smell his sweat, 
rancid and thick, my nose pressed into his thick patch 
of coarse pubic hairs as he thrust to the back of my 
throat.

I was now deep-throating Jess's long thick cock, and 
loving it!

His hand roughly pulled me up by the hair and then 
forced it down again. I allowed it, while acting passive 
I was truly playing a duel role, not wanting him to 
realize I was enjoying the sexual punishment I was 
receiving.

I sensed movement in the corner of my eye!

Rory was standing in the doorway to the livingroom room. 
Her face showing her disgust and hate at the scene 
before her. I saw that she had hurriedly dressed before 
coming out, though she wasn't wearing any bra and her t-
shirt wasn't tucked into her jeans. 

At that moment I remembered that I hated this young 
punk, and that my job as a mother was to protect my 
child, it was a natural instinct. I stretched my eyes up 
to peer at his face, his eyes were clenched closed and 
his head back enjoying the oral sensations he was 
receiving.

I wondered what was going to happen, when I felt the 
penis quickly expand, the head expanding wide, while his 
balls jerked spasmodically. The boy's hand pulled my 
face off his lap, while his cock shot his load onto my 
face and his lap.

My daughter watched as her mother was "forced" to coat 
her lips and face with the white thick goo. I even 
forced a hateful look on my face, trying to pull away 
from the boy's strong forceful grip. Finally I did, I 
fell onto my side and covered my breasts, pulled my 
knees up to my chest and whimpered quietly.

Loudly my daughter yelled, "You fucking asshole! You 
goddamned jerk! Get the fuck out of my house!" 

I couldn't see, but could hear her slap the boy, trying 
to kick him out of our house. Unknown to anyone but me, 
my hand slid between my legs and a finger slid up and 
down the length of my wet dripping slit, centering on my 
clit. I needed to cum so bad!

"Rory, she wanted me babe... She's not even my type..." 
I heard another slap, "I would never fuck another cunt 
besides you..." wrong thing to say.

"Y-you raped my mother! You fucking pig!" The sounds of 
the couple were close to the front door.

He was getting mad, "Look the bitch asked for it, she 
needed to feel good. She's obviously been without too 
long and needed a little cock." Mistake number two...

I heard a loud oath, then the door slammed shut.

All was quiet!

My daughter came over and knelt next to me, I could hear 
the sound of her crying softly as she lay a small hand 
gently on my shoulder. I began to cry hysterically while 
saying between sobs, "He forced me... don't tell anyone, 
I'd be so ashamed if anyone knew. He hurt me so bad..." 

I sat up and wrapped my arms around Rory's shoulders, my 
face buried in her neck. I was conscious of my breasts 
pressing against her soft chest. "Just hold me... I feel 
so dirty..." 

My clitoris was itchy and I wanted to give it attention 
but couldn't. "I love you!" I poured out my soul, then 
broke down and cried loudly again.

Rory also cried, she whispered, "I'm so sorry," over and 
over, her hands gently stroking my long hair and warm 
naked back. Trying to calm me, but only succeeded in 
upsetting herself.

I knew I had won!

END

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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. 

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