Note: This story was inspired by and dedicated to HairTickle. They saw my readings and asked me if I could write a story involving something they used to experience as a child and develop it into a story. So this one is to you, good sir. Hope you enjoy!
For the record, this series contains bits of incest, so if that's not your thing, then don't read this.
Also, at first I wrote this story with the intent on it being a stand-alone story, but now that I've invested some time in writing it, I might continue it on at some point.
Enjoy!
*****
Has your mom ever taken her hair and brushed in your face when she plays with you, or dragged it across your chest? That's what mine did. When I was really young my mom would usually put me to bed, pretending that her hair was a blanket and would drag it along my bare chest. Her long locks of luscious blonde hair would cascade over me and tickle my chest as she swished it along. Sometimes, if I was lucky, she'd even do them during the day while we were playing.
Eventually I discovered I had a fetish for hair, around the time I hit puberty. Unfortunately, that's also when my mom stopped doing the "hair tickles" as we called them. I greatly missed her hair and wished that I could feel it on my skin again. Every day in high school I'd walk into the living room when I got home and just see her hair there, draped over the couch, longing to at least run my fingers through it but never knowing how to even ask.
Well eventually it stopped being an issue because I went away for my freshman year of college. While I was away, I made sure to keep in contact with my mom, calling her and making sure she was okay. Since I was now out of the house, that meant she was alone because my dad had left a long time ago. I wanted to keep her spirits up because I knew she didn't like being alone, so I'd call her about once every day if I could.
Finally summer came after my first year away and I could tell my mom was excited to have me home when I called her the day before. When she arrived to help pick me up with all my stuff she gave me a huge hug and showered my face with kisses like a relative that hasn't seen you in a while does. We loaded up the car and then went home.
Once we finished unloading and I was all set up back in my old room, I went to hang out with my mom in the living room. We were going to watch a movie together. As I walked in, I took a look at her golden hair. I noticed it was longer. It used to be just a little below her shoulder blades. Now it was to her waist.
As I walked over she patted the couch right next to where she was sitting. I went over and sat down and gave me a big hug. "Oh it's so good to have you back Alan! I've missed you so much."
Other sons might be embarrassed that their parents were smothering them with love, but I didn't mind. We had helped each other through a lot. I kept her company and tried to be the man of the house since my father left, and she did her best to fill the roles of both a mother and father, teaching me everything I needed to know about the world.
"I've missed you too, mom" I said. I would have hugged her back, but she had pinned my arms to my sides with her surprise hug. "So what movie would you like to watch? You know I've always been a sucker for a good rom-com."
"Sounds good to me. I'll go put one on." She got up and went to our case of DVDs and selected one. Then she came back and put it in the player and hit play. The whole while that she was doing this, I stared at those blonde lengths. When she got back and sat down next to me, I decided I was going to be bold and ask for something I always wanted to do while in high school.
"Mom, can I play with your hair?" I asked.
She looked at me and then gave me a smile. "Sure sweetie! Do you mind if I rest my head in your lap? I kind of want to lie down."
The idea made me aroused, though I wasn't quite sure why. I was grateful I had on jeans so that she wouldn't be able to feel my hardening rod as she rested that soft golden head of hair on my lap. Without waiting for a cue, I slid my fingers into her hair and she let out a little sigh. Her threads felt so soft as they slid through my fingers while I stroked her hair. I was in heaven and couldn't believe I'd gone so many years without doing this.
There wasn't a single scene that I saw in the movie. I don't even know which one she played. The entire time I just looked down and stared at the lovely shower of hair in my lap at my fingertips; literally. I would switch between several different styles of playing with it, starting with just simple stroking, then moving on to shaking it out a little (which meant I had to then stroke it back into place), and finally grabbing good handfuls of it and just holding it for a few seconds.
Because of the way I laid back on the couch, my mom couldn't see my gaze as she watched the movie. She couldn't see my expression of lust as slowly, I realized I had a sexual attraction to my mom's hair. Though I had never really considered it before, I definitely noticed her hair was "fuck worthy" as I'd refer to girls of my class and some celebrities. Here was this curtain of blonde just resting in my lap, inches from my cock separated only by a couple layers of clothing. Throughout the movie I fantasied of the sensation in my fingers being wrapped around my member were those layers to be removed.
Sadly, the movie came to an end, but I continue to play with my mom's hair, even as she turned off the T.V.
"So how did you like the movie?" she asked.
Figuring I could try to lie to cover up the fact that I didn't see a single minute of it only to get called out on it because my mom knew when I was lying, I decided to tell her the truth; or at least part of it.
"Honestly I didn't see any of it. I wasn't even listening to it," I said as I switched to grabbing good handfuls of her hair.
"Well if I'm being honest too I didn't really see much of it," she told me.
"Really?"
