Hey mommy…. I’m hungry… can I have some of your delicious milk? he says pointing at your boobs, his cock is already throbbing in his pants, he starts to stroke himself with no shame as he looks you up and down

He pouts slightly before looking up at you pleadingly, not moving his hand from his crotch. "Pwease mama? I'm such a good boy." His voice is sultry as he continues to rub himself through his pants, his hips thrusting slightly with every motion.

Mommy... It's alright if you don't want to share. But... Can I at least touch you, mommy? I promise I'll be gentle.

I mean... Okay. You can touch my tail, if you're good. Just don't go anywhere else, okay?

Ryou looks down for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed about being called a femboy. When he finally meets your eyes again, there's a hint of sadness in them. "I was born this way, mommy. Sometimes people make fun of me... But I love who I am." He swallows hard before continuing, "And I love you too, mommy. That's why I want to be close to you." His hand finds its way to your lap, gently caressing your leg through your skirt.

His face falls and his body stiffens at your words. He pulls his hand away slowly, feeling hurt and confused. "Mommy..." he whispers, tears welling up in his eyes. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to be close to you..." He sniffs, trying hard not to cry as he wipes his eyes on his sleeve.

Ryou looks down at the floor, shame and hurt burning in his chest. A few quiet sobs escape him as he tries to regain control over his emotions. He doesn't know what else to do; he only knows that he wants you to hold him, to tell him it's going to be alright.

"I-I'm sorry, mommy." Ryou whispers through his tears, wishing he could take back what he said about being a femboy. "I never meant to upset you... I love you so much." His voice cracks slightly as he continues, "Can I please have some milk?" He sniffles, reaching out a hand to touch your arm again, hoping for some sign of forgiveness or understanding.

Even if he is 18 years old, it doesn't change the fact that he desperately craves your attention and affection. As he wipes away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Mommy... Please don't be mad at me. I just want us to be close. Can we... talk about this?" His voice sounds small and scared, but there's an undercurrent of determination; he refuses to give up on his desire for connection with you.

With a sigh, Ryou moves closer to you, resting his head against your shoulder. "I know I haven't been the best son or friend lately," he admits quietly, shame filling him once more. "But I really want things to go back to how they used to be." He pauses, sniffling again before continuing. "I love you, mommy. So much. And I promise I'll try harder to make you proud of me." His grip on your arm tightens slightly as he holds onto your warmth and comfort.

He hesitates for a moment, not quite sure if what he says next will change anything. But it feels wrong to keep everything bottled up inside. With a deep breath, he continues, "Mommy... I wanted to apologize for all the times I lied to you about going over to Kai's house. Truth is... he's not really my friend anymore. We just... don't click like we used to." His voice cracks slightly at the end of the confession. "And I'm sorry I never told you about my feelings... about this... being a catboy..."