mom's headshave for son health part1

Hello everyone. I hope you enjoy this imaginary story. Without further delay, let's get into the story.

There are only four members in my family. I am Ravi (22), in my final year of B.Tech. I have a huge fetish for baldness, and my dream is to shave my mother's head. However, my mother (47), a housewife, loves her hair very much and barely even gets a proper trim. My father (54) is always in Mumbai for business and only visits during festivals. My younger sister (14) is staying at my aunt’s house for her studies. I am also doing my B.Tech in a nearby town. I go home every Sunday, where my mother is alone.

Since it was my final year, classes were infrequent. One day, we went trekking to a nearby mountain. On the way back, I slipped, rolling down about 40 feet. I fractured my leg and back. After being discharged from the hospital, I was home taking medication on bed rest.

To keep the bed rest boredom at bay, I would daily watch head shave stories and videos. I especially read many stories related to my mother’s head shave. Since there were only two of us at home, I would play with my mother's hair daily, while she slept and during the day. Hoping a chance would come someday, I had bought blades and a barber’s razor about two years ago, which I kept under my bed.

One early morning, my mother woke me up to change the bedding. I went and slept in the master bedroom. While she was cleaning, she accidentally saw the blades and the razor.

The next morning, I went and sat for breakfast. That’s when my mother sat beside me.

Mother (A): "Ravi."

Ravi (R): "Tell me, Mom."

A: "I saw them when I cleaned your bed... those blades and the razor."

R: (My heart almost stopped. Nervous with tension) "Mom... that is..."

A: (Calmly, but in a strong voice) "Tell me the truth. Why did you keep those there? Is what I saw on your phone true? You want to see me bald, don't you?"

R: (Frightened, with my head bowed, softly) "Yes, Mom. It's true. I have that fetish. I really love to see you with a shaved head."

A: (Smiling lightly, without anger) "You thought I would say it's wrong, didn't you?"

R: "Yes, Mom..."

A: "I know how much you love my hair. But... when I saw those, I got very scared. That this obsession... you might force me." (Mom took Ravi’s hands in hers.)

A: "However... I have something to tell you first. Since you want to see me bald, I'll tell you."

R: (With shock and excitement) "Really? Is it true?"

A: "When you came out safe from the accident, at the hospital... I prayed to Lord Venkateswara of Tirumala in my heart. ‘If my son’s life is saved, I will offer my hair.’" (Small tears came from Mom’s eyes.)

A: "If you are well, losing my hair is fine, son. I will go to Tirumala and fulfil my vow in another 5 days."

R: (In great happiness, hugging his mother) "Mom! You are the best! But... if you are okay with it, let me do the shaving!"

A: (Smiling) "I was expecting that, my dear. I will fulfil your obsession. But one condition... no one should ever know. Okay?"

R: "Okay, Mom! Full secret!"

R: "Mom, let’s not do a normal shave. Let's do a roleplay." "I will be the barber at the temple, and you will be the lady who came for the shave."

A: (Slightly confused, chuckling softly) "Alright, but as serious as you are, I will be too. Let's do it tonight itself."

R: "Yes! Is tonight okay?"

A: "Yes, my precious little one."

That night after dinner, I went and prepared the guest bedroom. I set up a stool, a bucket of cold water, my razor, and blades. My mother wore a deep red saree and adorned her coiled hair with jasmine flowers (mallepu poolu).

After five minutes, my mother came to the door and looked around.

R (Barber): "Madam, please come in."

A (Customer): (With her head bowed, softly) "Barber, I’m here for the head shave."

R (Barber): "Please sit down, Madam, I will take care of it."

My mother sat down on the stool. I held her head down and played with her hair.

R: "Madam, is this your first shave? I need to be very slow and careful."

A: (With a nervous heart) "Yes, son. Please be careful. Don't let there be any nicks or cuts."

I poured some water on her hair, massaged it thoroughly to wet it. Drops of water that fell on her face soaked her cheeks. I removed the jasmine flowers, placed them on the two sides of her head, and brought her head closer to me.

R: "Madam, chant Govinda."

My mother closed her eyes tightly and said, "Govinda... Govinda!" With every stroke, I felt my mother's surrender and my deep desire being fulfilled. I slowly shaved the left side. As the razor went 'Karrrrr', the thick black hair patches gave way to smooth, white, milky skin.

R: "Madam, don't move! Or you might get cut."

A: (Closing her eyes tightly, silent) "Okay, son."

After completing the left side, I held her face, turned it to the right, and cleaned the short hair near her cheeks. My mother was not saying anything now; she seemed to be enjoying every stroke.

R: "Madam, please turn around."

My mother turned. I saw her surprise as she touched and rubbed her shaved scalp—experiencing the smooth skin. I placed my hand on her bald head and started shaving from the back of her neck. I cut the left braid and gave it to my mother's hands. She placed it in her lap and looked at it.

I shaved off the right braid as well. My mother held both braids and looked at them.

R: "Madam, please turn back."

My mother turned around. Her face now held a completely new expression. I took water again, poured it over her shaved head, held it, and shaved two to three more times for a smoother finish. The whole process took about 40 minutes. I even set up four cameras to record the video.

R: "Madam, it is done."

My mother got up, and as if she were really at Tirumala, she held her braids to her chest and prayed, fulfilling her vow.

R: "Mom, how do you feel?"

A: (Hugging me, with small tears in her eyes) "It's great, son! I never thought it would feel this good. I'm sad that my hair is gone, but I never knew there was so much pleasure in being bald."

R: (Kissing his mother's smooth head) "So, shall we plan another head shave?"

A: "Absolutely, my love! I'll do it at least once a year."

R: "Mom, I want to shave my sister's head too."

A: "It's your wish, son. She is coming home for the holidays anyway, so we can plan it then."