Fred Flintstone, one of these days I’m going to kill you…” The red haired woman said to herself as she beat the tigerskin rug hanging on the clothesline.”Problem Wilma?” asked a voice from the other side of the stone fence.”Oh hi, Betty…” Wilma said as she turned and saw the dark haired woman who had spoken. “Just the usual problem, the one that put Fred’s buddies before his wife.””What did he do now?” Betty asked as she leaned on the top row of rocks. “Well…you know Pebbles is away at camp for the weekend with Bam Bam. So I figure that tonight being Friday night, it would be a great chance for the two of us to spend an No Taboo intimate evening together.” “And I guess he saw it differently?” Betty interjected.”Well, at first, he seamed to go along with it.” Wilma said as she removed the rug from the line.”That was until Joe Rockhead called and told him there was an emergency meeting of the Water Buffalo Lounge tonight. And out the door he went.” “Emergency meeting huh?””Yeh, the emergency being the Rocky Slagstone fight on the TV tonight.” She said in expiration as she folded the rug and dropped it into her basket. “One of these days he’s going to go too far.” “I know how you feel, Wilma.” Betty said sympathetically.”If its not the Water Buffaloes, its the Bowling Team, or a big game at the pool hall.” Wilma said as she moved over to Betty. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder how he was ever home long enough for us to have Pebbles. It sometimes seems like that was the last time we were together. ” Betty just shook her head in agreement. “You’re so lucky that Barney isn’t like that.” Wilma said. “Not like that? Wilma, where do you think he is now. Fred calls and away he goes. Sometimes I think they should’ve married each other, at least they spend more than an hour a day together.” Now Wilma just nodded knowingly. “Tell you want, Wilma.” Betty said as she leaned over the fence and whispered to Wilma. “As I see it, we can either sit back and mope around or have our own Cartoon Fetish fun.” What do you say hehe Call me for some cartoon fetish Phone Sex!
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I came home one day to find my son in my pantie drawer. MY SON! He wasn’t just looking at something to masturbate to… he was wearing them. My 16 year old son was putting on my panties and modeling them in the mirror. I couldn’t believe it. “What are you doing?” He jumped a mile high and spun around trying to cover his small dick that was hard in my panties. “Nothing mom! Don’t look!” Now I haven’t seen my son’s penis for a long time, about 12 years. I can’t believe that it is only a little bit bigger from when he was wearing diapers. “Wow you really are small aren’t you, baby?” He turned red as can be and tried to deny it, “No mom, it is just cold in here. It gets much bigger.” I walked up to my son and forced his hand away from his front just so I could get a closer look and confirmed what I was seeing. “Son, how can it get bigger when you are already so hard that your dripping and staining my panties?” He started to shake like he couldn’t believe he had no escape now. “Does wearing mommy’s panties always make you so hard that you stain them?” I was thinking about how so many of my pairs of panties had somehow disappeared, and now it made since. My son was trying on my panties, finding ones he really liked and stealing them! “Oh my god, son you are a sissy!” He started to cry and tried to deny it, “No mom, no. I am not a sissy. I promise. I just am thinking about a girl in these panties. That’s why I am hard. It is not because I am a sissy. Never mom, I am a man. I promise.” I knew my child was lying to me. He was a complete and total sissy, and I was going to make sure he could never deny it again. “If you aren’t a sissy then I know how you can prove it.” I made him get dressed in his boy clothes. Then we got into the car and I drove him to the lingerie store. But the time we got there his, little cock was soft again. I picked up a pair of panties and pulled my child into the changing room that had no mirrors. “Well put them on, now.” His eyes were wide with panic, but soon did as I told him. He dropped his pants, boxers, and slowly pulled on the small lacy panties I had grabbed in the store. As soon as those panties touched his tiny cock it started to harden up. He didn’t have an excuse of saying he was imagining the panties on a girl as he looked in a mirror. Now the thing that made him hard was the feel of those lacy panties straight on his cock. “I knew it! You are nothing but a sissy!” He broke down right then and told me, “Yes mom I am I love being a girl.” I knew that day I may have lost a son, but I gained a sissy.
