I will keep my hair long.

"Okay, Mom, if you want it, I will keep my hair long," you agree.

"Do you promise?" your Mom asks.

"I promise," you say.

"Because you know how important our promises are in this family," she says.

IS SHE GRINDING HER HIP AGAINST MY COCK? you desperately think to yourself. WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING??

['This is too easy,' Mom thinks to herself. 'He's already hard for me. We're going to having him dressing up like a slut and sucking Dave off in no time.']

"I know," you respond.

"Listen, I tell you what. Why don't you ask the other in the family what they think? If they don't think it's a good idea to keep your hair long, then I guess it would be OK by me to get it cut. Does that make sense?"

"It does. Okay, I'll do that."

"Very good. Now give your Mommy a kiss and I'll get you a cookie."

You mother cups your face in your hands and leans in for a kiss.