Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2023 14:49:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: ShortStories@PlayTime69.e4ward.com
Subject: The Panty Story

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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