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All rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV Parody Archives