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Casting Off: Chapter Continuation
With utmost respect and admiration for Rayzur’s original story: Casting Off, one of my favorite stories of this genre, here is one of my proposed continuations for the narrative.
Please give the Originals a read:
https://www.hairstorynetwork.com/stories/casting-off-part-2-2/
Joanna’s phone vibrated against the kitchen table, snapping her out of her thoughts. A week had passed since her surreal day with Cara in the mall, followed by that forbidden, pulse-pounding moment with Katy. The memory of her daughter’s hands on her still sent shivers down her spine, equal parts shame and thrill. The screen flashed Ruth’s name, and Joanna’s heart kicked up a notch.
“Joanna, love,” Ruth’s voice slithered through the phone, dripping with promise. “I’ve been thinking about you and that delicious daughter of yours. How’s Katy holding up?”
“She’s good,” Joanna said, her voice steady despite the heat creeping up her neck. She glanced upstairs, where Katy was probably scrolling through her phone, her cropped hair a reminder of their shared rebellion. “We’re both… good.”
“Perfect. I’ve got a proposition. Remember Jane? The nervous wife you shaved bald last time? She’s itching for a sequel—her character’s ‘final transformation.’ I want you back as the exotic barberette, and Katy as your assistant, looking just like you. Bald, bold, fucking irresistible. Mother and daughter, mirror images, driving Jane wild. The audience will lose their shit.”
Joanna’s breath caught. Acting with Katy on camera? Their private boundary-crossing was one thing, but this was Ruth’s world—public, raw, no limits. “Jane’s on board with this?”
“More than on board—she’s practically begging. She wants the full deal: shave, piercings, the works. We’ll script it loose: you two as a seductive team, easing her into it. But if it gets hot—and I know it will—we let it run. First-time lesbian scene for all three of you, on camera. Explosive doesn’t even cover it.”
Joanna’s mind spun. She pictured herself and Katy, heads gleaming, bodies entwined with Jane’s. The taboo of it—mother and daughter, together—was a dark, pulsing lure. “I’ll talk to Katy. If we do this, it’s all in, no bullshit half-measures.”
Ruth’s laugh was low, approving. “That’s my girl. Call me back.”
Upstairs, Katy sprawled on her bed, phone in hand. Joanna sat beside her, the air thick with their unspoken history. “Ruth called. Wants us in a film together. Me as the barberette, you as my assistant—looking like me, bald and all. Working on Jane.”
Katy’s eyes sparked, a wicked grin spreading. “Shaved like you? Both of us fucking with Jane on camera?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping. “After what we did last week, Mom? I’m fucking in. Let’s make it a shitstorm of hot.”
Two days later, they stood in Ruth’s studio, transformed. Joanna had shaved Katy’s head herself the night before, the clippers humming as they stripped her daughter bare, mirroring her own smooth scalp. Ruth had outfitted them in matching black latex bodysuits, cut to expose their pierced nipples and barely-there thongs, gold chains linking their nipple rings to their clits, glinting like promises. They were erotic twins, bald and brazen, ready to unravel Jane.
Jane waited on the set—a sleek, mirrored salon with clippers, razors, and piercing tools laid out like instruments of seduction. Her robe clung to her curves, her scalp dusted with faint stubble from her last shave. Her eyes widened at Joanna and Katy, a mix of nerves and hunger.
“Back for more, Jane?” Joanna purred, slipping into her barberette persona, her voice a velvet blade. Katy flanked her, a mirror of her mother’s confidence, her hand grazing Joanna’s hip.
Jane nodded, her voice catching. “I need to… finish it.”
The cameras hummed to life. Joanna guided Jane to the salon chair, Katy draping a cape over her with a deliberate brush of fingers against her skin. The script was simple: Joanna would shave Jane’s regrowth, Katy assisting, then they’d pierce her—nipples and clit—to complete her transformation. But the air crackled with unspoken potential.
Joanna fired up the clippers, their buzz a primal call. She ran them over Jane’s scalp, stripping away the stubble, Katy’s hands steadying Jane’s head, her fingers lingering on her neck. Jane’s breath hitched, her robe slipping to reveal stiffening nipples.
“You’re doing so well,” Joanna murmured, the clippers’ vibrations pulsing through Jane’s body. Katy leaned in, lips brushing Jane’s ear. “Mom knows how to make it fucking electric, doesn’t she?”
Jane moaned, soft and needy, as Joanna switched to the razor, spreading warm foam over her scalp. Katy’s hands slid under the cape, “accidentally” grazing Jane’s inner thighs. The script ended with the piercings, but the heat was already off-script.
Joanna shaved Jane smooth, her scalp gleaming under the lights. “Time for the real fun.” She nodded to Katy, who grabbed the piercing kit. Jane’s robe fell away, leaving her naked, vulnerable, and dripping. The cameras caught every shudder as Joanna pierced one nipple, Katy the other, their fingers teasing the fresh rings, pulling gasps from Jane’s lips.
“Please… don’t stop,” Jane begged, her hands gripping the chair.
The script was dead. Ruth’s nod from the shadows urged them on. Joanna’s hand slid down Jane’s body, cupping her breast, thumb flicking the new ring. “Want us to show you how it really feels?” Katy mirrored her, their bald heads pressing close, lips grazing Jane’s neck.
“Yes… fuck, yes,” Jane whispered.
The scene exploded. Joanna kissed Jane, hard and deep, tongues clashing as her fingers dove between Jane’s thighs, finding her soaked. Katy watched, her own arousal spiking, then joined, sucking Jane’s other nipple, her teeth grazing the piercing.
“Oh, shit,” Jane gasped, her hands clutching their smooth scalps, pulling them closer. Joanna’s fingers pumped inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot, while Katy dropped to her knees, spreading Jane’s legs wide. Her tongue flicked Jane’s clit, circling the fresh piercing, tasting metal and desire.
Joanna broke the kiss, turning to Katy. Their eyes locked—mother and daughter, bound by forbidden lust. “Come here, baby,” Joanna growled, pulling Katy up. Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a raw, incestuous dance. Katy’s hands ripped Joanna’s thong aside, fingers plunging into her mother’s slick pussy.
Jane watched, her own hand joining Joanna’s between her legs. “You two are fucking unreal.”
They hit the floor, cameras capturing every angle. Katy straddled Joanna’s face, grinding her bald pussy against her mother’s tongue. Joanna devoured her, tasting the sweet, taboo essence of her daughter, her hands gripping Katy’s ass to pull her closer. “My girl,” she moaned, muffled by wet heat.
Katy leaned forward, burying her face in Jane’s cunt, her tongue swirling around the pierced clit. Jane bucked, crying out, “Fuck, eat me!” Her fingers twisted in the air, desperate for hair to grab.
Joanna’s moans vibrated through Katy, her tongue relentless. Jane slid down, joining the fray, her mouth claiming Joanna’s pussy, sucking the clit ring hard. Katy’s hips rocked harder, her gasps rising as Joanna’s tongue pushed her toward the edge.
“Mom… oh, fuck, Mom!” Katy screamed, her orgasm crashing through her, juices flooding Joanna’s mouth. The word—Mom—hung heavy, amplifying the depravity.
Joanna came next, Jane’s tongue and fingers driving her over, her body shaking. “Katy… Jane… yes!” She squirted, soaking Jane’s face.
Jane climaxed last, grinding on Joanna’s mouth, her body convulsing. “I’m cumming… with you both!”
They collapsed, a sweaty, bald tangle of limbs, piercings glinting, fluids mingling. Ruth’s voice cut through: “Fucking perfect. Cut!”
Panting, they lingered, lips brushing in soft, post-orgasmic kisses. Ruth approached, grinning. “First time on camera for that? You three just made history.”
Joanna and Katy shared a look, hands still intertwined. The mooring ropes were gone, cast off into a sea of raw, unapologetic desire. They’d never go back.
