silly little kitten

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I have the best mom in the world. she's always been loving and supportive of me, especially when I came out to her. she's always my biggest cheerleader, celebrating my first hrt shot, helping me find new clothes to wear, teaching me how to do makeup, even learning everything estrogen is going to do to me, my mom's the best!

after a little over a year on hrt I started struggling to cum, locking myself in my room for hours as I try and try to no avail. I get frustrated one day, giving up and curling into a ball, sniffling to myself, and my mom must've been walking past my room because she opens the door, peeking in and asking if there's anything I need. I panic, trying to cover myself up, but she tells me it's perfectly normal for moms to take care of their daughters, especially during transition

I love and trust my mom, so when she pulled my head into her lap, her soft thighs supporting my neck, one hand petting my hair and the other gently wrapping around my cock I relaxed, letting her take care of me. she was good at this, playing with my tip, her grip firm but controlled as she slowly strokes me. she's fully clothed, her blouse soft against my cheek as I press into her, my body involuntarily shivering at her touch

my hips start to roll, my dick leaking precum all over my mom's hand, and I can't help but moan for my mommy as I twitch and jerk, weak, watery spurts of femcum squirting all over my belly as my mom keeps stroking my hair. I'm breathless, bones weak as my brain wakes back up, but the tickling sensation of my mom's tongue on my stomach, her lips kissing even as she slurps up my cum makes me giggle and squirm

my mom looks down at me, her face flushed bright red, panting heavily as her eyes rake over me with a desperate hunger. I see her pause, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, and when she opens them she looks normal again, smiling and cooing down at me, telling me what a good job I did, and that if I ever need help like that again all I need to do is ask

The thing is, if you're laughing at them while inside of them, they are too fuzzy-brained to conceptualize the immediate consequences of being indignant about your laughter.

When I slide in and my sub immediately has its eyes roll up into its head and grabs the sheets with a death grip, I cant help but laugh at the pathetic little thing. I am kind enough to let them look up at me with the grumpiest expression they can manage and let them start saying "hey dont laugh at m- oooooh fuuuuuck"

And I let out another small laugh and pause once more to let them regain enough composure to attempt bratting before slowly thrusting in again.

As frustrating as it is for the sub, and as much fun as it is to force-interrupt their sentences by moving slightly - I will admit I am usually the one to lose patience first and decide to stop letting them think at all.

It's obviously important to me to laugh at how much pleasure I can give my sub so easily, and then prove that they cannot do anything to stop me even if they wanted to.