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The Panty Story
by: Playtime69
We were having a nice family dinner of spaghetti that my husband had made when I suggested we have some wine to compliment the meal. He agreed and soon was pouring him and I a glass each. The children all sat and watched as our glasses were filled.
Molly, our daughter and youngest child, spoke up and asked, "Can I have some?"
I quickly answered, "No. You are too young."
Soon after Brad, our middle child, also asked, "I am older than Molly so can I have some?"
Again I quickly answered, "No. You are too young too." Then before our oldest son, Jim could ask I added, "And...No...Jim. You cannot have any either. I know you are 17 but not until you turn 21, sorry."
They all looked disappointed and since both my husband and I were open and direct with the kids and talked to them like they were all adults I decided to tell them what could happen if they drank at an early age. We had promised them we would tell them the truth and would explain things to them even if it was an adult topic or was even private information.
"I know you all think I am being mean but it is for your own good. Let me tell you what happened to me when I was 13 years old." I suggested.
Molly, the 12 year old, quickly agreed. Brad being 15 was more interested in eating than hearing a story but finally gave in and said a story during dinner would be alright. Jim was in his own world and would listen even if he was not going to show signs that he cared.
Once the family was ready I began giving details of my first drink. "Soon after I turned 13 years old I was invited to a sleep over at my best friend's house. See I could not spend the night away from home until I was a teenager so up until that point I had never spent the night away from home. This was a big step for me and made me feel like I was really grown up. It just so happened that Heather, that was my best friend, had an older sister. Heather was also 13 years old and her sister Laura was 15. It was her sister that was having a sleepover with some of her friends. Laura's friends were all between 14 and 16 years old, and so that Heather would not feel left out I was allowed to sleep over too. That gave Heather someone her own age to be with."
I was trying to eat while telling the story but found the kids losing interest pretty fast as I gave the background to what was going on. I told them that they needed to pay attention to the ages and why I was there because that had a lot to do with what happened. I could tell they were trying to keep up but they were also eating at the time and doing two things at once was not my kids' strongpoint.
I skipped the first several hours of the sleepover and headed right for the good parts. "We were all sleeping in the basement because it was the only room we could have some privacy and was big enough for all the girls to have room to sleep. Heather's mom poked her head in the door and told us that they were going to bed and for us not to stay up too late. Well, I had never been to a sleep over so I just figured that meant it was time to go to bed. I was way wrong. That was actually the point the party was to start. Laura and the older girls began to talk about boys and stuff they wanted to do with them and other more adult topics. Heather and I just sat quietly and listened. Part of the stuff being said was gross and part was funny but nothing really excited me. After about 30 minutes of them talking but not really saying anything, Laura ran up the stairs and opened the door. She listened closely and when she did not hear anything she ran back down. Soon as she hit the bottom stair she looked right at me and said, 'I bet you cannot handle drinking three shots of spiced rum.' Well, first of all, I did not even know what that was, and second, I felt like I was already an adult and could do anything I wanted. I looked over at Heather who quickly said, 'Don't look at me. I do not touch the stuff.' I looked around the room seeing all the other girls waiting for my answer."
I then stopped the story to refill my glass of wine and shove some more food in my mouth. Now that I had the kids hooked on my story, I guess I took too long and Brad chirped in with, "Well? What did you tell her?"
"Oh, yeah. I really felt pressure. If I did not do it then I knew the girls would laugh at me and call me a baby. I looked at the shot glass and noticed that it was really small. I figured that even three of them would not be very much and told Laura that I bet I could. With a lot of giggles and girls moving around to get a better look at what was about to happen, Laura got out a bottle and filled the little glass up. I took it in my little fingers and sniffed it. It smelled strong but not disgusting like the beer my dad drank. I took it to my mouth and stuck my tongue in it. I just wanted to taste it to see what it was like. I found it not to be too bad but my tongue instantly began to burn. I was about to tell them I was not going to do it when Laura blurted out, 'What are you a cat? Just open your mouth and dump the whole thing in at once. Make sure you swallow real quick.' I was really nervous now but also knew there was no way I could back down. I took a deep breath, dumped the spiced rum in my mouth and swallowed."
Reliving that night was making me thirsty so I paused to take a drink of my wine before continuing. I now had all three of the children interested in what I had to say so I quickly picked up with the story. "It burned all the way down. I almost choked but eventually I got control of myself and handed the glass to Laura for a refill. She filled it and handed the glass back to me. I did the same thing but that time it did not burn as much and I did not choke. Handing the glass back to Laura she asked, 'Sure you want to do it again?' before she filled it. To which I replied, 'Sure. That is some good stuff.' The thing was the liquor was already having an effect on me. My speech was slurred, I was getting dizzy, and was feeling really warm inside. Laura handed me the third glass full and I knocked it back like I was a professional drinker. 'Seeeeeeeeeeeeee! Nooottttt aaaaaaaaa pppppppprrrrooobbbbbbllllllllleeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmm.' I spit out. I really do not remember much of anything after that point. I did some giggling and running around the room but have no clue why or if anyone was even watching me. It was not long that I remember finding my sleeping bag and collapsing on top of it. It was a good thing I was already dressed to go to sleep."
Again stopping to eat and refill my glass a third time caused the kids to wonder if that was the end. Jim now very much interested in what his mother did when she was drunk asked, "Is that it?"
Seeing they were still interested I continued. "Sorry. No. That was all I remembered until sometime early in the morning. I woke up having to go pee. I was still really drunk and had to lay there until I could remember where I was and where the bathroom was. I finally managed to get up and stagger to the bathroom to pee. Luckily there was a good nightlight in the room so I could see the toilet."
Molly then interrupted me with a question. "Why did you not just turn on the light?"
Giving a loud chuckle, since I was getting pretty light headed from the wine, I answered, "I could not find the switch." Before continuing the story. "I lifted my nightgown and went to pull my panties down and could not find them." The children all looked at me like I was drunk and had lost where I was in the story. "No, really. I could not feel them I patted all around my waist and could not find the waistband, I patted my butt and did not feel anything there either. I had no idea what had happened but the pee was going to escape if I sat or not so I quickly sat down and soon I heard the pee splash into the toilet. I was somewhat relieved that I had not just peed in my panties but I was quite puzzled about what happened to them. I sat there thinking I might had got hot and pulled them off but one thing I did know was that I had put them on when I got dressed for bed. Still being really tipsy I did not care too much. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my pussy. I wiped again. I was really puzzled. Something I had felt when I would wiped for the past year was gone."
Like a teaser to a movie, I again stopped to take a drink just at an interesting point of the story. Molly then spoke up saying, "Your hair. You did not feel your pussy hair."
Her being 12 years old was just getting some hair and she probably knew the feeling herself. "Right." I said. "I could not feel my pussy hair through the toilet paper. So I looked down to see what was going on. The light was dim and I could not get a good look but by what I could see it was gone, all gone. I felt between my legs and found it to be smooth. There was not a hair left anywhere around my pubic area. At first I was scared something had happened to it because I got drunk but soon realized that did not make any sense at all. Still being drunk and sleepy I decided to go back to my sleeping bag and get some more sleep. I found my place and was back asleep in no time. Later that morning I woke up to the sounds of all the girls moving around. I was still pretty fuzzy and my stomach felt funny. At 13 years old I had my first hangover, and let me tell you it was a doozy. Somehow I managed to get to breakfast and eat without Heather's parents suspecting anything. It was not long when most of the girls had gone home leaving me alone with Molly. Laura had to help her mother clean up so it gave me a chance to talk to Molly alone. There was no way I could ask about my panties or my pussy hair so I just ask a general question, 'What happened last night?' Molly told me that she could not tell me because her sister would get mad. She did let it slip that I would eventually be getting my panties back. That was somewhat of a relief as they were my favorite panties. They were white and pink stripped with a little pink bow at the top in the middle. Molly did not say anything else. It was almost a week later when I got a package in the mail. I opened it up and there was my panties and a letter telling me what all happened during the slumber party."
By now I was really feeling the effect of all the wine and was in no condition to clear the table so my husband cleaned off the table as the three kids waited patiently for me to continue the panty story. I drank some water to help flush the wine from my system before continuing. With all three kids on the edge of their seats and my husband now interested in my story, Molly yelped, "So? What did the letter say?"
Giggling I finished the story. "By what was in the letter, what I could remember, and what Molly had finally told me weeks later, I pieced together what happened to me when I got drunk. Apparently the girls took turns getting different girls there and they would get them drunk and pull their panties off, wet them down a little, and put them in the freezer. The next morning they would take them out of the freezer and slide them back on the girl before she woke up. It was something they did for fun. But in my case, when Laura pulled my panties off she saw the hair and how young my pussy looked and decided to do something different. See it was a big thing at that time for girls to shave all their pussy hair off. It made the guys want to lick them faster. So anyhow, when they saw my hair they wanted to lick me to see what it was like. They each took turns licking my pussy and even sticking their tongues inside me. That is everyone but Molly. My best friend did not want to do that to me while I was passed out. When everyone had their fill of my hairy pussy, one of the girls suggested they shave me bald, pussy that is. When they had shaved me bald and cleaned me up one of the girls pulled out a vibrator. They turned it on and placed it on my clit. They said I began to moan from the pleasure and eventually they covered my mouth so I would not wake Laura's parents. They were just about to shove it inside, taking my virginity, when Molly stepped in and told them to stop. Figuring she would tell, they stopped. They then each took turns licking my now bald pussy before keeping my panties as a trophy. Molly made Laura send me back my panties with a letter as to what they had done to me and to let me know that I was still a virgin. There was a P.S. to the letter that read, 'You sure do have a tasty pussy!' I figure that was a comment made by Laura since Molly said she did not lick me. Now do you know why I told you the story?"
"To let us know your favorite pair of panties was pink and white stripped?" Jim kiddingly said.
I just looked at him with a dirty look and then turned and looked at Molly for a better answer. Molly then questionly answered, "To show what could happen if you get drunk too young?"
"Right. No matter how old you are you need never get so drunk that someone can take your panties off and you not know it." I told the kids.
Brad being silly jumped up shaking his hips back and forth saying, "Who would want to take my underwear off anyway?"
His joking around was cut off very quickly when Molly noticed a big wet spot on the front of his shorts and said, "Look, Brad has big pre-cum spot on his shorts."
I giggled and making a silly comment said, "Is that from thinking about Mommy's panties or from Mommy being licked?"
"Oh Mom quit." Brad begged.
Jim then making his remarks said, "If his is like mine it is from thinking of a 13 year old girl having her pussy licked by a bunch of teenagers."
My husband having enough of the Mommy, panty, pussy licking talk said, "Time to get ready for bed. Good night. I am sure you all have something to keep you busy before heading off to sleep."
The boys knew exactly what their dad was talking about and they quickly went off to their room. Molly on the other hand did not know so I told her what her brothers were going to do and why. I explained that it was natural and someday she would learn more but for now she was just to let them have their fun. Molly gave us each a kiss and headed off to bed herself. Later I went in and kissed them all good night before heading to bed myself.
While in bed my husband asked, "So why have I not heard your adventures in pussy licking before?"
I giggled and answered, "Well...To tell the truth, part of it was made up. I did have a sleepover with my best friend. Her sister did dare me to drink and I did drink three shots of spiced rum. Her sister did take my panties off but that was pretty much it. Her sister sent my panties to my mother with a note saying, 'Your daughter lost her panties because she drank too much.'"
"So what happened?" My husband asked.
"I was grounded for a month and was not allowed to spend the night at Molly's house for a year." I explained.
"Well your kids version was a lot better." He said as I felt his hands pulling my panties off.
Too bad I was too drunk to do anything but lay there. Giggle...Giggle.
The End