Karen makes a production

"Okay," Karen said. "That's settled. Amy, go and make sure Matt shaves his pubes. If we're going to do a porno, we're going to do it right, which means none of this shaggy bush stuff. Mom, come with me."

"But--" Matt wasn't sure he wanted to be groomed.

"You'll be the star of the locker room, don't worry." Amy grabbed him by the hand and headed for the laundry room.

"Why not use the bathroom?" he asked.

"Because your mom and sister are going to be there."

"Ah."

To Matt's surprise, Amy seemed ready for the occasion with a pair of hair clipping scissors and a razor. It was one of those pink girlie ones but once she pulled down his pants, took out his dick, and started soaping it up, Matt wasn't going to complain.

"I suppose I should blow you," she said. "Just so you don't prematurely ejaculate once you get close to your mom's pussy."

"Couldn't hurt," Matt admitted. "If you want to."

"Fine. Let me shave you first, then I'll take care of you."

She had him stretch out on his bed, then clipped his pubic hair close with the scissors. "Does that feel nice."

"Actually it's a little scary."

"Good thing you've been nice to me, huh?" She tugged on his balls, supposedly to get at the hair underneath but he definitely felt a sense of danger here.

"Yeah, I've tried to be. I am a guy so I imagine sometimes I get a little self-centered."

"You're better than most, which is why I agreed to be your girlfriend despite our somewhat unorthodox relationship."

Unorthodox was definitely one word for it.

After what seemed an eternity of her moving his dick and balls around and snipping, she reached into her bag, took out a big can of one of those shaving creams that start as jells and then foam, squirted a big mound into her hand, and carefully spread it around.

"That feels nice," he admitted. "You have a really soft touch."

She smiled at him, the smile almost making her distorted face pretty. Not that Matt didn't think she was pretty in her own way despite her scaring.

She kissed him, squeezed his dick, then wagged her finger at him. "Do not distract me for the next few minutes. Karen would kill me if I accidentally castrate you."

"Got it. My lips are sealed." He meant it, too. Even if Karen did kill Amy for castrating him, he didn't think he'd get any satisfaction from the ****.

Amy shaved him in slow smooth strokes, occasionally adding more shaving jell. His dick didn't have any hair on it but she shaved around the base first, then she kept one hand squeezing his cock while she shaved the pubes. "I'm going to leave a little hair here," she said. "Just so you look like a man who manscapes rather than a boy who hasn't developed yet. If you want to do my mom, we can think about shaving the rest. I'll bet she would get turned on by the fantasy of doing a young boy."

"Gross."

"Hey, you fantasize about fucking all the girls in school. Why shouldn't she be allowed to have her own fantasies. As long as they're just fantasies and she doesn't really do any pre-teens. Okay, hold your balls here."

She moved down to his balls which, he had to admit, did have some hair on them.

"You know, if I need a job, maybe I could get one doing this." Amy giggled as she smeared moisturizing lotion into his skin. "You look hot and now I'm going to blow you."

She pulled her hair into pigtails, fastened each with a rubber band at the end, then handed them to Matt. "You can yank, but not real hard. If I tap your leg that means let go because I'm suffocating."

"Got it."