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From: Oric13 <Oric13@xs4all.nl>
Subject: {ASSM} Gilmore girls - Who's got the Biggest (F/f, incest, cons)
Date: Sat,  3 Nov 2001 15:10:16 -0500
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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.  If you do, then
enjoy...





   Gilmore girls - Who's got the Biggest By Oric13



   Chapter 1

   "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.

   Chapter 2

   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?"

   Chapter 3

   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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