Mom realizing you have a hard time cumming because of the recent transition so she spends so long giving nurturing handjobs to make sure you cum. She smothers you with her belly, her tits, her ass, whatever you need in order to cum. When you finally do you cuddle up to her, but it doesn't take long before she decides you're pent up and need to cum again.
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
I have the best mom in the world