A Different Friday Night Dinner
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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
80,058
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Confrontation
Rory opened the door and stepped in the house. As she turned to shut it, she was stunned to see her mother, Lorelai Gilmore, standing naked in the front of her. Her arms were folded, and the glare on her face cut through Rory like a knife. She had seen her mother naked before, that wasn't the issue. Her body language and facial expression sent an impression of anger and disappointment, which her mom usually didn't feel when naked.
"Mom?" Rory said, with her head down, trying to not to stare, "Do you need me to do some laundry?" She wasn't sure why her mom met her naked at the door with a dirty look on her face; she couldn't have known about what just happened at Luke's; so Rory decided to keep a light attitude.
"You little slut." As Lorelai spoke, her face morphed from glaring to gleeful.
Rory froze. How did she know? What would she do? And still, why was she naked?" "Mom . . ?" She couldn't find any words.
"I was wondering when this day would finally come," Lorelai said, now approaching her thoroughly confused offspring.
"Day?" Rory said, shyly trying to back away. "What day?"
Lorelai ignored Rory's question. "Shit, Rory, I was seriously worried you'd graduate college a virgin, you dirty little private school girl."
Lorelai lifted up her skirt to see Rory bare underneath, her ripped panties being in her backpack. "Mom!" she screamed, slapping her hand away. "How did you find out?"
"You think you're the only voyeur in the household?"
"You spied on your own teenage daughter having sex?"
"You spied on your mom fucking for your school money!"
Rory had no comeback.
"Rory, look, I'm not mad!" Her voice changed to a calmer tone as she continued. "I really have been looking forward to this."
"To me having sex?"
"Yes!" said Lorelai. "You might not know this about me, but I'm a very sick, dirty, horny woman. Those little jokes I always make, that's just a small glimpse of what's inside."
Rory's attitude now changed noticeably as well. Deep down, she had always felt that way, too. She hid it as best she could, which was pretty well. She had always thought it was something wrong with her. But now, getting to let those feeling out, as she had down in Luke's apartment, she didn't feel that constant battle inside of her. "Well, mom, you might not know this about me, but I'm a very sick, dirty, horny girl," she said, stepping slowly toward her nude mother.
"Well, how convenient," Lorelai said, brigding the remaining gap between them. "Two sick, dirty, horny people living under the same roof alone. The only question is, who dirty are they?" As she finished her sentence, her arms were around Rory's body, and her hands had slid under her skirt, now holding her ass.
"Oh," said Rory, putting her arms around her mother in return, "I'd say they're dirty enough to do just about anything."
She looked into her mother's eyes, and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Lorelai squeezed the ass she was holding as Rory brought one hand around to hold one of the beautiful breasts she had tried so hard not to stare at. The erotic sensation almost made Rory organism right there. All the times when she was young and curious, and had snuck around the house, trying to get just another glimpse of her mother in the nude, came to mind. The first time she truly felt a deep sexual attraction for her mother was when she was 12 years old, and spied on her having sex for the first time.
Rory, of course, never thought those feelings would ever be acted upon. They were just one of those urges that our morality dispels. But now, giving in to those impulses made her feel free.
Lorelai had similar thoughts. The first time she felt a form of sexual desire for her daughter was when she was 12, and got the feeling that she was watching. She wa almost sickened that she had the urge to call little Rory in the room and have her join in. Lorelai, like Rory had, locked-up those feelings, never intending to act on them, except for the occasional dirty joke.
Now, standing in the living room kissing and holding each other, the Gilmore girls felt like an impossible wish had been granted. They could finally have each other they way they had wanted to for four years.
As the kiss ended, they just smiled at each other for a moment, savoring the feeling of bliss. "Race you upstairs?" Lorelai said. After a second pause, both girls dashed to the staircase, while giggling, pushing, and shoving.
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Will continue.
"Mom?" Rory said, with her head down, trying to not to stare, "Do you need me to do some laundry?" She wasn't sure why her mom met her naked at the door with a dirty look on her face; she couldn't have known about what just happened at Luke's; so Rory decided to keep a light attitude.
"You little slut." As Lorelai spoke, her face morphed from glaring to gleeful.
Rory froze. How did she know? What would she do? And still, why was she naked?" "Mom . . ?" She couldn't find any words.
"I was wondering when this day would finally come," Lorelai said, now approaching her thoroughly confused offspring.
"Day?" Rory said, shyly trying to back away. "What day?"
Lorelai ignored Rory's question. "Shit, Rory, I was seriously worried you'd graduate college a virgin, you dirty little private school girl."
Lorelai lifted up her skirt to see Rory bare underneath, her ripped panties being in her backpack. "Mom!" she screamed, slapping her hand away. "How did you find out?"
"You think you're the only voyeur in the household?"
"You spied on your own teenage daughter having sex?"
"You spied on your mom fucking for your school money!"
Rory had no comeback.
"Rory, look, I'm not mad!" Her voice changed to a calmer tone as she continued. "I really have been looking forward to this."
"To me having sex?"
"Yes!" said Lorelai. "You might not know this about me, but I'm a very sick, dirty, horny woman. Those little jokes I always make, that's just a small glimpse of what's inside."
Rory's attitude now changed noticeably as well. Deep down, she had always felt that way, too. She hid it as best she could, which was pretty well. She had always thought it was something wrong with her. But now, getting to let those feeling out, as she had down in Luke's apartment, she didn't feel that constant battle inside of her. "Well, mom, you might not know this about me, but I'm a very sick, dirty, horny girl," she said, stepping slowly toward her nude mother.
"Well, how convenient," Lorelai said, brigding the remaining gap between them. "Two sick, dirty, horny people living under the same roof alone. The only question is, who dirty are they?" As she finished her sentence, her arms were around Rory's body, and her hands had slid under her skirt, now holding her ass.
"Oh," said Rory, putting her arms around her mother in return, "I'd say they're dirty enough to do just about anything."
She looked into her mother's eyes, and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Lorelai squeezed the ass she was holding as Rory brought one hand around to hold one of the beautiful breasts she had tried so hard not to stare at. The erotic sensation almost made Rory organism right there. All the times when she was young and curious, and had snuck around the house, trying to get just another glimpse of her mother in the nude, came to mind. The first time she truly felt a deep sexual attraction for her mother was when she was 12 years old, and spied on her having sex for the first time.
Rory, of course, never thought those feelings would ever be acted upon. They were just one of those urges that our morality dispels. But now, giving in to those impulses made her feel free.
Lorelai had similar thoughts. The first time she felt a form of sexual desire for her daughter was when she was 12, and got the feeling that she was watching. She wa almost sickened that she had the urge to call little Rory in the room and have her join in. Lorelai, like Rory had, locked-up those feelings, never intending to act on them, except for the occasional dirty joke.
Now, standing in the living room kissing and holding each other, the Gilmore girls felt like an impossible wish had been granted. They could finally have each other they way they had wanted to for four years.
As the kiss ended, they just smiled at each other for a moment, savoring the feeling of bliss. "Race you upstairs?" Lorelai said. After a second pause, both girls dashed to the staircase, while giggling, pushing, and shoving.
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Will continue.