One fine Saturday evening, my Mom and I went for a walk as she was feeling restless and I had to accompany her. She was enjoying the weather but I was bored and didn’t want to come out at all. But later felt good that I was able to forget whatever happened before.
Might be wondering what happened right? I will tell you. I am an 18-year old guy, who has fetish for cutting hair and satisfy it only by seeing videos or real maybe. I really wanted to cut hair, at least see one proper cut and enjoy it to my heart’s content.
My Mom is a 42-year-old working women, and my best friend. She looked really beautiful and the most attractive part is her black hair which is till her butt. She loved her hair and considered it as her prized possession. She took extra care of it and I loved to see her combing her hair but secretly, because I didn’t want her to know my fetish. I have to feel her hair on certain occasions but never a proper one. She normally wears her hair in a bun, even in occasions and all. She opens her hair only at home for combing and all that.
Believe me! She has never let scissors touch even the tip of her hair for the past 20 years even for trimming. Perfectly maintained. I would love to run scissors through that long hair of hers, which fetishers wouldn’t want to? I was desperate to see her haircut and then I thought of telling her, since she is like my best friend she will consider my wish. My Dad was abroad for a business tour, and if he hadn’t been there, he would’ve killed me because he loved Mom’s beautiful long hair.
So, all this happened today. I went to her while she was making food for dinner. She noticed that something’s troubling my mind and asked the matter. I denied the fact and left the kitchen because I didn’t feel like saying it. She insisted me asking what the problem is. I requested her not to scold me or be mad on me. She said she wouldn’t and asked me to tell her without any hesitation. I mustered up some courage to tell her what I wanted. I told her that I have a desire to cut her beautiful long hair or watch her haircut. I didn’t reveal my fetish but only the desire to cut her hair.
I noticed my Mom’s expression. It looked curious in the beginning and when I said about cutting her long hair, the curiosity slowly changed to surprise, then shock and then anger. She didn’t keep her word. She slapped me and scolded me saying that it is not right, and not to think like that. I didn’t want to respond to whatever she said, because I was upset. She slapped me, I felt bad and quietly went to my room. I didn’t show my feelings.
Later, my Mom came and apologised for hitting me, she comforted me and took me out for an evening walk which is happening right NOW.
Her hair is in a bun, but I didn’t bother as the fetish feeling has just vanished. I am enjoying the walk for now.
We started walking on the footpath passing by shops and all. I was way too ahead of her as I was walking fast. I suddenly came across a barbershop, and I was reminded of my fetish that very moment. Luckily for me, which is far or else I will be hit again, because of the barbershop. I looked through the door, no one was there. A guy at another shop next to it, asked if I was a customer. I slightly nodded and he said that the barber guy will come after some time and asked me to wait inside the shop.
I heard my Mom calling me from behind. I was startled as my fetish and Mom doesn’t match though I wanted it to match. She didn’t notice the board of the shop and so didn’t know that we were standing in front of the barbershop, the place where I wanted her badly. It started raining suddenly and my Mom didn’t like rain. She hoped under the roof avoid getting wet.
Me: Mom, we can sit inside this shop till the rain gets over.
Mom: That’s not required. Why take the trouble?
Me: It’s okay. Let’s get inside.
She agreed and I opened the door and she went inside so did I. I closed the door and drew the curtains so that no one would notice a woman inside a barbershop. The shop guy didn’t see her entering which was much of a relief.
Mom was checking out the shop and then realised that it was a barbershop, with mirrors on both sides, the chair, and lots of tools on the table. I was looking at the comb, scissors, razor, and all that, which drove me mad. I wanted to use that on her hair.
Mom: Isn’t there anybody here?
Me: They will come soon. Why? You want a haircut?
She just laughed it out, though I said jokingly, but in real, wanted to cut her hair.
Mom: I have never been to a barbershop.
Me: Because you never did a haircut.
Mom: My mother trims it for me till I was 22. After that, never let scissors touch my hair.
Me: So you will never cut your hair?
Mom: You know it right?
Me: Will you at least allow me to play with your hair, if not cut?
Mom: Why do you want to play with my hair?
Me: Mom, your hair is so beautiful. I would love to touch and feel it. Please?
Mom finally agreed to my consent. She placed her bag on the waiting chair and I asked her to sit on the BARBER CHAIR. The moment she sat on the chair facing the mirror, crackers exploded. I wanted to scream out in joy, because my Mom is sitting on a barber chair, ready for some fun. I wish she allowed me to cut her hair, but at least she allowed me to play with her hair. Let’s see what happens.
I stood behind the chair. The big hair bun is right there before, I can do anything with it, anything and everything. Well at least, for a while. I was about to get hold of that bun, when suddenly, my Mom was like, ‘The rain is gone. We’ll leave now.’
I was really disappointed as I didn’t even touch it. I couldn’t say anything or argue with her. I almost cried as this was heartbreaking, for any fetisher. I walked towards the exit, and I saw a man at the door. Mom was surprised, as she was still on the chair. He seemed to be the barber and he too was surprised, to see a woman in a Men’s Salon.
Barber: Sorry to keep you waiting. I will get it done.
He walked towards the chair where Mom was sitting, and bend down to open the drawer. I was looking confused as I didn’t know what was happening. Mom tried getting up, but the barber held her shoulder and taking out a white cloth, he caped her. I was shocked as I didn’t know how to react to it. Mom tried freeing herself but the barber said, ‘Madam please relax. It’s only a matter of 10 minutes.’
I walked towards her quickly as I could see her face with expressions of fear and shock. But inside me, I was super excited. What wasn’t possible for me. The barber made it much easier. He is actually going to cut Mom’s hair and i will get to see it live. This is more of a celebration. I really wish I could record it but I didn’t want to humiliate her in front of him.
Mom tried freeing herself. She couldn’t move her hands (I wonder why) but she was shaking her head.
Barber: (to me) Tell me what haircut does she prefer?
I wanted to say cut all her hair and not to spare even a strand, but when I saw her looking at me, I was tongue-tied. I didn’t know what to say. I stood beside her saying, ‘Mom, please this is the first and the last time. Please corporate.’
She looked at me with tearful eyes, I turned away as I avoided eye contact and signalled the barber to cut super short. The barber gestured with a smile as he was ready to do the work.
I sat on the chair next to where Mom was sitting and was waiting for the process to start.
Even the barber was also excited. He slowly opened her big bun, and what he saw next, was.. WOW! Even he couldn’t believe what he saw. The hair rolled down, as it was below her butt. Two or three inches of her hair were touching the floor. He lifted the hair with amazement as well as excitement. He took the comb and started combing her long hair for one last time. Mom was looking at the mirror with her tearful eyes. I got up from the barber chair and sat on the waiting chair as I wanted to see her hair. Oh my goodness, it is just… unbelievable.
After combing, the barber, took a water spray and sprayed all over her hair as I could see the drops flowing down her tresses. Then he took out the ultimate weapon.. SCISSORS. My heart beat increased. It is happening, it is going to happen. I could see Mom’s fear through the mirror when the barber held the scissors. Her eyes were watery. The barber was also eager to cut her long hair. He held all her hair at crown in a bunch, and the first pass was made through her lovely mane. The crunching sound of scissors through hair was all over. Mom could feel her weight of hair loosening from her crown. She could see it from the mirror the barber running scissors. It was a nightmare for her. But it was a celebration for me, and for the barber (I think he is enjoying it)
Within few minutes, rest of her hair was separated from her head very smoothly and dark mass of her hair came in his hand. Then what I saw was, the barber holding Mom’s long hair. Mom was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she saw. The barber is holding all her hair and placed on her lap. She wanted to touch it but was too scared to. She looked at the mirror and touched her hair. The Rapunzel I had known few minutes ago is no more. She burst into tears. I got up suddenly and walked towards her. The barber took the hair and dropped it on the floor. He removed the cape and the next moment, Mom jumped out of the chair and tried to strangle him. She was behaving like a psych, I tried stopping her and pulled her away from him.
Her hair now looked messy only if she trim the ends a little.
I tried consoling her and she slapped me twice.
Mom: Are you happy now? You cut all my hair. Take it.
She took the cut hair and threw it to me. I loved it when I got to feel the hair. She stormed out, still crying and I was in a dilemma. Happy that my desire has been fulfilled. Sad that my Mom is very upset. I paid the barber and also apologised on her behalf, but he being a cool guy didn’t mind all that. He even refused to take the payment as he said that I had fulfilled his long life dream of cutting a woman’s hair. I guess he was also a fetish. I said bye to him and left the shop immediately as I had to get to Mom.
Man, will she be alright? I am worried.
