[Fiction] Like Mother Like Daughters 1...

[ILuv]

Great Story.. You Havent Updated It Recently, Hope you update soon

[subscully24]

I agree, can't wait to read more!

[IDareYouTo!]

Originally Posted by IDareYouTo!

“Deal the cards!” I ordered my daughter, and sighed. It suddenly struck me
that ALL FIVE of us were now wearing nothing but panties!

TO BE CONTINUED...

For a minute, in my inebriated state, I wasn't quite sure why that was important.
I brought it up, and after a moment of giggling debate we realized what the
trouble was: our original bet was that the first one naked had to be a slave
to the other four for our whole two week vacation.

Now, though, we had somehow managed to end up with all five of
in just our underpants! We each had one item left, which meant that no
matter how the next round went, four of us would down to nothing, and
we’d have no loser!

Five middle-aged women, or maybe four of us were middle-aged and
Janet was not quite there yet, 3/4s drunk and in just our panties, giggling
and laughing and teasing each other, didn’t make for a very coherent
discussion of how to handle our little problem. In retrospect, I’m surprised
nobody suggested we just drop the whole thing, after all, our impromptu,
all girl strip poker game had ended up being a lot of fun already, why not
just call it and leave it?

But nobody suggested that, I think none of us were sober enough to think
of it!

Finally, we decided that playing another round of cards was pointless, since
it would only end with four of us losing our undies. We were too bleary
to think of maybe changing the rules, that would have taken too much, ah,
‘focus’. At last, at Melissa’s suggestion, we decided to just cut the cards
and draw, high card was the big loser!

Each of us shuffled the cards in turn, just to make sure nobody else
tried anything funny. Yeah, right. In our condition none of us could have
remembered what she was doing long enough to cheat! Then we set the
cards on the table, and decided to draw in order of descending age.

Since I was their mother, we concluded that probably meant I was older
than them, though it might have taken us a minute or two to reach that
conclusion. (OK, OK, I’m exaggerating a little. But we were mostly
drunk, I’d been tipsy once or twice with one or two of my daughters, but
this was the first time all four of them and myself were so close to being
blotto together!)

Well, anyway, I drew first, and got...a 9 of spades! I sighed a little in relief,
it meant I was probably fine. Next up was Kate, since she was the older of
the two twins, by a few minutes. I ought to know, I gave birth to them. (Well,
to be honest, I was a little out of it at the time from the epidural, but my
doctor and my late hubby, both of whom were in the room, assured me Kate
was the elder. I assume they had no reason to lie about that.)

Kate drew a five of diamonds, and then Becky drew and got a six of hearts.
Melissa reached in and shakily drew a card...a nine of diamonds! I was starting
to sweat, since a spade trumps a diamond. Unless my youngest drew a card
higher than mine, I was in deep trouble!

Jan reached in, hand shaking from nervousness and booze, and drew out a card,
looked at it, and turned it over to reveal...a deuce of spades!!!!!

My heart sank and my belly twisted, and I don’t remember exactly what
happened next. I remember the five us piling together in what was either a
big group family hug or the girls rushing me, and I remember feeling my panties
sliding off, though I’m pretty sure I did not remove them myself. I remember I
was struggling a little and laughing a lot, and I remember we sang some songs
and drank a little more afterward.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning with a splitting headache,
and wearing nothing but a pair of blue lacy panties...over my head.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Willffa]

Can't wait for the next part.

[interesting]

I honestly don't know what to say. I'm satisfied and disappointed at the same time, which is a perplexing feeling.

It's nice to have a story with more mature characters, first and foremost. The women in here are women after all, not teenagers, but mothers and adults. I like the fact that they are taking this lightly - their inebriety helping that along. And the image of the daughters 'ganging up' on their mother to remove her underwear is a very unique one - even though it is set in confusion due to the mother's delirium.

I'm wondering what 'mom' will get into now. Perhaps the experience with her daughters has titillated something inside her, some urge she was not allowed to scratch for several years? Who knows? I know I've bookmarked this one and am eagerly awaiting to see what our writer has up in store next.

And again, I'm satisfied... but I was also hoping for a bit more, somehow. But there's always tomorrow

[IDareYouTo!]

Originally Posted by interesting

I honestly don't know what to say. I'm satisfied and disappointed at the same time, which is a perplexing feeling.

It's nice to have a story with more mature characters, first and foremost. The women in here are women after all, not teenagers, but mothers and adults. I like the fact that they are taking this lightly - their inebriety helping that along.

Thank you. One of my complaints, or dissastisfactions, is that so many stories are about teens and college age. To me, a middle-age mom getting wild and crazy is at least as interesting and fun. They don't do it as often (usually), but when they do...

Also, I like stories where the characters are, on some level, having fun, even the people subjected to the humiliation.

And the image of the daughters 'ganging up' on their mother to remove her underwear is a very unique one - even though it is set in confusion due to the mother's delirium.

Oh, they rushed her, all right.

I'm wondering what 'mom' will get into now. Perhaps the experience with her daughters has titillated something inside her, some urge she was not allowed to scratch for several years? Who knows? I know I've bookmarked this one and am eagerly awaiting to see what our writer has up in store next.

And again, I'm satisfied... but I was also hoping for a bit more, somehow. But there's always tomorrow

More is coming, don't worry. Mom is in for a very wild vacation.

[Cupid]

I have enjoyed the story immensely. I think it's great how, as interesting said, the characters are middle-aged women and not teenagers. It really adds an element of maturity to the story that I like. Keep up the great work, IDareYouTo!

-Cupid, the Love Doctor

[missloudness99]

Amazing story! more more more more more!!!

[OMalley74]

please update soon. seriously your taking forever.

[archie21]

Please don't be rushed, take your time. I think I cnaunderstand the dis-satisfaction that iInteresting feels is because you have tried to speed up the writing to satisfy everyones demands for more. I like it and tonight I have read all the parts published for the first time and look forward to the next ... when it comes.

[IDareYouTo!]

Originally Posted by IDareYouTo!

The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning with a splitting headache,
and wearing nothing but a pair of blue lacy panties...over my head.

TO BE CONTINUED...

At first I was confused, my brain was full of fuzzy cotton, my mouth was
dry, my stomach roiling, and somebody kept banging, hard and steady,
on some kind of big kettle drum not far away, and there was this chainsaw
going, too, like someone was trying to bring down a tree close at hand!
I might have been able to tolerate all that, but there was also the brilliant
spotlight shining in my face, blazing right through my eyelids even after
I squeezed my eyes shut!

In short, I was hung over.

I blinked my eyes against the glare of the spotlight, which slowly resolved
itself into the glow through the closed curtains of our bungalow. It really
was not very intense, but it sure seemed that way! The dim, cloudy
sunlight burned my sensitive eyes as intensely as a theatre spotlight might
have done if I had been well.

The banging sound, I managed to discern after forcing my rebellious eyes
to open and look around, was the steady drip...drip...drip of water from
melted ice in one of our glasses, now lying on its side on the card table.
Each splash of the water on the floor, a few feet from my head, might as
well have been crashing cymbals.

I moved my head a little, stopped to let the world slow down and cease
spinning, paused for another moment to let the bombs going off in my
aching head to settle down, and then I managed to turn my head enough
to see where the chainsaw was.

Turns out there was no chainsaw, exactly. My youngest daughter Janet
and I were lying side-by-side on the floor, our heads resting on cushions
from the sofa, and Janet was snoring a few inches away from me. I felt
a weight on my midsection, and looked down to see Rebecca lying with
her head pillowed on my belly, stretched out on the floor of the living
room as well. In fact, all five of us were lying in a big pile in the floor,
apparently we’d fallen asleep in the middle of our final drunken round of
partying, pretty much where we were.

Old memories came rushing back from the college days back in the 70s,
I’d had some dorm parties that left me waking up in a pile pretty much
like this...but it felt a lot different at 54, with my daughters piled up on
the floor with me instead of my roommates and our guys, and let me tell
you a hangover can be a lot worse at 54 than 21!

It was about then that something else penetrated my bleary, pained, and
aching consciousness, I was wearing panties on my head. I had already
observed that when I first woke up, but now it really penetrated, I
mean I was actually wearing panties on my head. They weren’t my
panties either, I hadn’t been wearing blue silk panties the day before!

Bit by bit it came back to me, in shaky half-recollected pieces, I’d lost
out bet, and the girls had more-or-less grabbed me and pulled my undies
off to get me all-the-way-naked. I remembered laughing very hard, and
that we’d been pretty damned drunk and it had turned into a big party,
I remembered singing some songs, though now which ones exactly, I
remembered a few odd bits and pieces, I remembered us deciding it was
too big an effort to go to our beds, and grabbing cushions off the sofa
or the chairs and falling asleep in a pile on the floor.

Actually, that part was kind of nice, it satisfied some obscure maternal
impulse in me to have my babies all snuggled up around me! Kate’s
head on my lap, Janet laying against my back, one arm around me, my
other twin was a couple of feet away and her her head resting on
Kate’s legs, and Melissa was lying againsat Rebecca’s back. There was
a pleasant warmth to their bodies snuggled against me, part of me wished
I could stretch out my arms and pull them all close as I might have done
when they were tiny.

None of us had put anything on after our game, so the girls had on their
panties and I had on panties too, only these were on my head!

Then I noticed that Jan was naked too, and I remembered that she
had been wearing blue panties, and it clicked, somehow or other during
the drinking after the game, Janet had ‘crowned’ me the winner by
taking off her underwear and making me wear it on my head, and it was
still there now. I blushed, I mean I was 54 years old and I had my own
daughter’s used underwear over my head!!

Then, as my mind continued to clear, an even more disturbing thought
penetrated into what passed for my half-awake mind: I had lost the
bet!

My stomach, already roiling from the hangover, now twisted up anew
as I remembered the terms of the bet: two weeks of slavery, to my own
daughters!

I lay there wondering how in the world I had gotten myself into this mess.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Sweet270]

Good luck when the girls wakes up. lol
Keep it up!

[Willydoit]

C'mon, mom, let's hear more! The suspence is killing me. I've got a feeling this story is far from over and mom is going to have a very "interesting" adventure once her daughters pool their dares for mom.

[Willffa]

Can't wait for the next installment.

[12356416514a]

First post 04-07-2010, 12:41 PM and it is still not finished