I want to cut my hair

"I... I really want to get it cut," you say.

"Awww, but it looks so good on you. I think you'll have the girls falling all over you. I know that *I* would be falling all over such a cutie as you with such beautiful, luxurious hair. Won't you keep it for me?"

She's now holding your hips straight into her crotch, she MUST be able to feel your hard cock in your pants, you think, your mind blitzing for a second.

"I'd rather not..."

"And I be that both Dawnie and Becca would just LOVE to see your long hair. What do you say?"

"Gosh Mom, I was really hoping to get it cut, you know, for summer, since it will be so hot."

"Will you at least ask the rest of the family what they think before you do anything rash? What if everyone else in the family wants you to keep your hair long, would you?"

You think about it for a while. You are not the best at fashion, you know. Your idea of 'sophistication' is to wear dress shoes with jeans. And if everyone else in the family wants you to have long hair...

"Okay," you submit to your mother's suggestion. "I'll ask everyone else and if they all say I should keep my hair long, then I will."

"Oh, thank you!" she says, delighted, leaning in for a 'thank you' kiss.