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Single Mom – National Park Part IDr. Rochelle Stewart yawned as she walked through the parking garage. It was 6:09 a.m. and she had just finished an overnight shift in the emergency room at Mercy Memorial Hospital. It had been a busy night – two stab victims, a pediatric ear ache, one boil laceration, three patients from an automobile collision, a heart attack, and a serious gunshot wound. She had done everything she needed in the fast-paced environment to stabilize all of them and then move those that needed surgery to trauma unit. Mercy Memorial was the hospital serving the inner-city – a fact that typically made for long nights. She both relished and detested working there. Most of her shifts this month had been at St. Gregory Health System. The patients coming through the E.R. there were a world away from fellow denizens in the heart of metro area. Rochelle was on staff at Excelsior Medical Group. She was one of 26 doctors that were contracted out to four different hospitals to serve as attending physicians in the ambulatory unit.The mother of two started her white 2009 BMW 3.28i so she could head home. She contemplated stopping to get some hotcakes and sausage for the boys, but decided to just toast the bagels she already had in the fridge. She would also scramble eggs with cheese, slice a tomato. There would also be lox, red onion, and cream cheese. Her sons would make a couple of breakfast sandwiches each and be full for the next hour-and-a-half.She pulled slowly into the garage and entered the hallway. She walked through the kitchen and made a left to side of the house where Coree and Jeramiah had their bedrooms. She opened the door to each room gently – they were fast asleep. She smiled. She had adopted the former foster k**s two years ago and still had a time believing they were really hers. The five-foot-nine, nicely shaped, toned woman made a beeline back through the kitchen and the great room to reach her master suite. In her bathroom she took off her scrubs and stepped into the shower.It felt amazing washing the night away. She lathered with body wash spending a bit of time on her 34C tits. She considered the implants as one of her best investments. They were a gift to herself after finishing residency. She also enjoyed showing them off in the appropriate circumstances. Rochelle rinsed off and wrapped a thick towel around her body to dry off. She applied cocoa butter body then selected a pink-striped Liz Claiborne capri pajama set. She stepped into a pair of flip flops and put on a plush Vera Bradley robe.The clock indicated it was 7:13. She headed to make breakfast. Her sons would not be awakened by the smell of bacon or sausage today, but she would prepare the food anyway. They could eat whenever they arose. She fixed her plate and ate at the island. She decided to alert the growing boys to the fact that there was a meal waiting.“Good morning, Jere,” she said pleasantly.“Hey, ma,” yawned the thirteen year-old.“I made breakfast.”“What is it?”“Bagels and lox.”“Okay! I’ll be out in a minute.”She opened the door to Coree’s room“Top of the mornin to ya, Coree,” she said.“Huh,” grunted the rising high school sophomore as he was jolted from his slumber.“Good morning!”“Good morning, ma.”“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.”“Oh okay. I’m finna get up.”“Alright. No rush.”Ten minutes later, Jeramiah was the first to arrive. He made his plate and sat down at the table in the nook. Coree was not long behind his younger brother. Rochelle asked them what they wanted to drink. Both chose orange juice so she poured each of them a glass and delivered it. She grabbed her mug of lemon-ginger tea and sat with them.The mother started, “So, you guys have two weeks until school starts back.”“Yeah,” Coree replied with a mouthful of food.”“Are you guys looking forward to it?”“I am,” Jeramiah replied enthusiastically.“Great and you,” she checked.“Yeah! It’ll be a good year. I ought to be able to make varsity this year.”“Good luck,” Rochelle smiled. “I’m sure you’ve seen on my schedule that I’m off until Friday. I was thinking we could take a quick two-night trip to Mammoth Cave.“What’s that,” Jerry inquired. “Google it, sweetie,” she prodded gently.“It’s a cave, dude. Sheesh,” Coree snapped.“Stop it,” she cast an intense look. “Where is it them Mr. know-it-all?”“No idea,” the fifteen year-old admitted.“I do. It’s in Kentucky and you can go inside the cave and everything. I wanna go.”“Sounds cool to me.”“Good! Cause I booked us a cottage for tomorrow night and Monday night. We’ll drive up after church.”“It’s gonna be awesome,” beamed Jerry. “Yeah,” Coree added with less enthusiasm.“What did y’all do last night while I was at work,” she asked.“I threw a big ole house party,” Coree chortled. “Nah, I just played some Call of Duty.”Jeramiah spoke up, “I watched some stuff on Netflix and played spades online.”“Very nice! I had a gunshot victim.”“Wow! DId he live,” Jeramiah wanted to know.“Yep! I did what I had to do and then got him to the trauma surgeon.”“That’s dope,” Coree shared.“I’m gonna get an apple,” Jeramiah said. “Y’all want anything?”“Nah, bruh,” the triple threat athlete responded.“No thanks, son. I’m going to get watch a little TV and take a nap. If I’m not up by 1:00, come wake me,” Rochelle instructed. “Y’all can fend for yourselves for lunch.”“Is it okay if Desmond comes over later,” Jeramiah queried his mom.Rochelle answered without hesitation, “Sure! But y’all need to clean your bathroom first. And Coree don’t have Jer doing all the work.”“Dang, ma! I’m gonna help.”Rochelle went to her bedroom and hopped into the beige upholstered, queen size bed. She pulled the reversible gray duvet to her waist. There was a overstuffed pillow supporting her as she sat upright. She flipped on the TV and selected a streaming video service. Right after she clicked period drama series, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and figured she should answer.“Hey, pendik escort Randall,” she greeted her twin brother.“Hi, Ro,” the elder of the two grinned. “How are you?”“I’m well. Just climbed into bed.”“You pulled an overnight last night?”“Yeah! How are you doing?”“I’m pretty good. Thanks! I was just calling to say hi.”“I’m glad you did. How’s Leah and Yasmin,” she inquired about his wife and daughter.“They’re fine. I talked to Leah last night. She wants to try and work it out after I finish up this program.”“That’s good. Do you want to work it out?”“I do. I love her. Going through 90 days of rehab and now being in sober living for five months, has taken somewhat of a toll.”“Look, you know I’m proud of you for seeking help. And I know she is too. This is an investment in your life and future.”“You’re right. How are the boys?”“Hungry,” the sister giggled. “I can imagine. I know how much I ate at that age.”“Everything,” she was still laughing.“Have you talked to mama,” Randall quizzed.Rochelle stated, “Yesterday on my way to work. She was doing good.”“Yep. She was telling me about the pastor’s appreciation coming up and all the drama associated with that.”“I thought it was only me,” she laughed.“Alright, sis! I’m gonna get off this phone and head to a meeting.”“Love you, Randy!”Love you too, Ro!”Rochelle started the show and planned to drift to sleep. Her mind raced with thoughts of Randall. They were fraternal twins. He was always taller, bigger, more athletic while she a somewhat slight and effeminate. Ricky, as she was known back then, was rarely picked on because Randy was pretty popular plus their older brother and sister did not take crap from anyone. Both of them excelled academically graduating valedictorian and salutatorian – with Randy taking the secondary spot. Both wanted to be doctors. They parted ways for college. Randy was accepted to a seven-year combined B.S. / M.D. program at a prominent HBCU. Ricky went to a major midwestern Catholic university. Interestingly enough, Rochelle elected to attend the same medical school as her brother. Of course Randall finished a year ahead of her due to his accelerated plan.It was after her second year that Rochelle began living as woman. It was sometimes touchy, sometimes not at the oldest school of medicine for Blacks. She remembered Randy being supportive thus the reason she had pledged to help him through his alcoholism. He was now a allergy & immunology specialist in group pediatric practice. He had been married for eight years and was the proud father. He had sought help after getting a second DUI – this one while his daughter was in the backseat. He was now putting his life back together and, thankfully, he hadn’t lost his professional license. He was committed to a long-term five-year program offered by the state that included weekly d**g screens. Rochelle took comfort in know Randy was safe and working his recovery plan.She dozed off.Just before 1:00 p.m., she sat up and yawned. She was hungry. She began to walk out of her bedroom when she recalled the Jere was going to invite a friend from church to come over. She threw on the bathrobe went to the refrigerator. She called out for her sons to join her in the kitchen – both appearing shortly thereafter. Jere had his guest in tow.“Hi, Dr. Stewart,” the k** said.Rochelle smiled, “Hey, Desmond! Do you guys want some pizza?”“Yeah, ma,” Coree confirmed.“Sounds good to me,” chimed Jere.Desmond added, “I could go for some pizza.”“Then it’s settled. What are we ordering,” she checked.Coree piped up, “You can get two-topping mediums for $5.99 each.”“Let’s do that,” she approved. “What toppings do you and Desmond want Jere?”“How about sausage and pepperoni,” he answered looking at his buddy.The visitor confirmed, “Works for me.”“Coree?”“Uh, I’ll take the same as them.”“Alright. Two sausage and pepperoni and one mushroom and pepperoni. Thanks guys!”Jeramiah and Desmond headed back to the room where they were playing a science fiction based multiplayer online role-playing game. Rochelle studied the pair for a moment longer than usual. She knew Jere was taller than his friend, but this was the first time she noticed the stark contrast between them. Her son was much taller and bulkier than Dez, even though they were the same age. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if the quiet, shy nerd had a crush on her baby. She pushed the thought out of her mind.“Is it cool if Ty comes over for a few,” Coree asked.“Certainly,” she replied before placing the order using an app on her iPhone.Rochelle went to change because she did not want company to think she walked around in pajamas all day. She slipped into a pair of dark-wash, skinny jeans and a lavender cropped tee. She was dusting furniture when she heard a knock at the door by the garage. She opened up to let Coree’s homeboy inside. She noticed, the sixteen year-old staring at her breasts. She laughed to herself and went back to her housework. When the pizza arrived. All five of them sat at the table and chowed down. Rochelle and Desmond had two slices apiece. The other three consumed so much that only two slices of her pizza were left. Since this was annihilated, she began to think about what to make for dinner.“Coree,” Rochelle mused. “Please clean this up before you get on the PS4.”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.“Oh I can help,” Desmond suggested.“Uh, me too, doc” stammered Ty still checking her out.“Well thank you, boys! I’m gonna read for a while.”Around four o’clock Rochelle inquired if her sons’ friends would be staying for dinner. Desmond said his parents were picking him up in thirty minutes. But, Ty indicated gleefully that he could and would dine with the Stewarts.“Okay, I’m making salmon, asparagus, mashed sweet potatoes,” she informed the group.“Delicious,” Ty grinned.When Desmond’s father arrived, she invited him inside.“How you doing, Rochelle,” the man inquired.“I’m well. Have escort pendik a seat. How are you,” she returned.“Doin’ pretty good.”“Are you ready for football season.”“Yeah! We’re gettin’ there,” answered the high school coach. “We got a pretty good team this year.”“That’s good!”“Can I share something with you?”Rochelle hesitated slightly and said, “Sure.”He opined, “Oh, it’s nothin’ crazy. Chara and I been talking about how nice it is that Dez is hanging out with Jeramiah. You know Dez is pretty damn smart and a bookworm. He doesn’t seek out friends much. We’re seeing him be a bit more outgoing now.”She agreed, “It’s quite the same for my Jere. He’s got the smarts. He just learns differently. And then there are the emotional and behavioral issues that can crop up. Desmond has been a good friend and doesn’t put him down when it takes him a little bit of time to catch on to a subject.”“It’s apparent you’re doing a great job raising those boys,” he congratulated her.“Thanks! Would you like something to drink?”“Nah! We got a dinner to go to shortly.”“Well, let me go collect your parcel.”Rochelle returned with Desmond. The coach collected his son and disappeared out the door.“Are you about to start cooking,” Jeramiah asked.“As a matter of fact, I am,” Ro confirmed.“Want some help?”“Sure. You can do the asparagus.”Rochelle talked Jere through the steps to make the roasted vegetable with rosemary and garlic. The smell began to emanate through the house. This was enough to seduce Coree and Ty to the kitchen.“Smells great,” Ty remarked.“Heck yeah, ma,” Coree concurred.“Why don’t you set the table for us, soon,” she looked at Coree.“Yes, ma’am.”Ty pried, “Where did you learn to be such a good cook?”“It’s called growing up,” smirked Rochelle.“You do it all, Dr. S. What if I asked you out on my eighteenth birthday.”“Now, Ty,” she replied sternly. “I hardly think that would be appropriate.”“I ain’t mean I was gonna do that. I was just askin’ cuz we don’t eat like this at my house.”“I’m sure your grandmother is a great cook.”“Yeah she is. But it’s always the same stuff. She ain’t never made no salmon unless it was a salmon patty.”“I do enjoy soul food.”“Me too! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”“Think nothing of it. Grab the lemonade out of the refrigerator please.They sat down and Coree offered the grace. There were no leftovers from this meal. Rochelle excused herself after ensuring the young men knew cleaning up was their responsibility. She gently told Ty he should head home within the hour so as to not cause his grandmother to worry.“I’m going to put on a movie in a little bit,” Rochelle said. “Do y’all wanna watch?”“What is it,” Coree pressed.“I’m not sure yet. I was planning on streaming something from new Redbox or Amazon. We can decided together.”“Bet! I’ll watch then,” the older, but slightly shorter brother replied.“I’ll pop the popcorn,” Jeramiah added.“Then it’s settled. Meet you guys in the living room in forty-five.”The rest of the evening was uneventful. They enjoyed the spy thriller movie. Rochelle let Coree know that he would be doing some of the driving for the five-hour road trip the next day. He was excited to get the practice. She placed Jere in charge of making a list for snacks to go in the cooler so they could make minimal stops along the way. She advised him to work with what they had in the house unless it was something super necessary. He was to leave it on the counter for her to review in the morning. The trio retired to their respective bedrooms.Rochelle pulled up some tranny porn and slide a dildo in her asspussy. She imagined her beau, Lynton, fucking her tight brown hole. It had been about a week since they were together. And she was looking forward to some weekday playtime soon. She stretched herself open and then tired of it. She grabbed her phone and hit up a guy she had treated a few months ago for abdominal pain at the V.A. hospital.The inactive Marine answered a few minutes later. There was a bit of back and forth that ended with Rochelle inviting him to stop by after he finished up at the club. She gave him strict instructions to park along the side of the road and come to the front door. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion from the boys as their rooms were on the side of the house where the driveway and garage were located.Rochelle was freshly showered and covered by her robe. Underneath the luxurious outerwear, she donned a pastel floral and lace mini apron and yellow peek-a-butt tie-back bikini panties.Her phone buzzed. Omar was letting her know he was five minutes away. She met him at the door and escorted him hurriedly to her bedroom. She asked if he wanted anything to drink. He requested something brown. Rochelle obliged with a tumbler of Jack Daniels. She handed the glass to the six-foot-one, one-hundred-ninety-pound, brown-skinned man. Then she put on the strappy stilettos that were next to the bed.“Ooh wee! I’m finna fuck da shit outta you,” roared Omar,“I can’t wait, daddy,” she purred.“Bring dat ass over here to a nigga!”Rochelled moved seductively. “I’ve been a bad girl, daddy!”“I know,” he grinned. “Daddy gotta punish his bad li’l girl. Take dis apron off and let me see dem titties!”Omar poured some of the liquor on her bare chested and licked it up. She felt the fangs of his rose-gold-and-ice vampire grill against her nipples. She was one hundred percent turned on. She knelt and pulled out his already erect manhood. She grasped the mighty dick with both hands as she kissed the tip. Soon, she was bobbing up and down along the shaft. Her slobber was going everywhere. Omar groaned with delight.“Suck dat dick, pretty bitch,” he commanded holding the back of her head. “You know you prettier than my girl right! You ain’t even no real woman, but you badder den dat bitch! You give better head too, li’l sissy. Oh, damn! Fuck! Ooh. Get on da bed! Put dat body down and dat ass up, baby.”Rochelle followed the pendik escort bayan orders. Omar spat on her tight, warm booty hole. He licked her ass cheeks and tongued her boipussy. He mounted the tranny vixen pushing his eight-inch dick inside of her sweet, inner sanctum. Rochelle winced as the meaty girth opened up her rectum. “Owwww,” the slut whined.“Take dis dick! Put that body down and dat ass up! Don’t run from me,” barked Omar as he went all the way to the hilt. “Oh, daddy! That dick is so big!”He started stroking her asspussy methodically. “Bring dat leg in, pretty baby. Stop runnin’.”“Unh…unh…unh!”“Damn! You got nice, phat ass! Take dis nigga dick!”“Fuck me, nigga!”“Hell yeah, back up on this thug dick!”Omar began forcefully drilling Rochelle. Her butt shook with every thrust.“Dat’s it, bitch! Take dis dick,” he demanded.“Oh, fuck me,” she shrieked.“Damn! I love fuckin’ yo’ sissy pussy!”“Does that pussy feel good, daddy?”“Whatchu thank? Dis shit good as hell! Good girl. throw it back!”Rochelle rocked back and forth on Omar’s meaty shaft. Her anus was creaming.“Ooh wee! Dat pussy cummin’ fo’ a nigga,” he mumbled.‘Pffffffft…Pffffffft…Pffffft.“Oh dis pussy talkin’ too,” Omar noted.The transsexual wailed, “You got my ass so open!”“Yeah! I’m fuckin’ you like da bitch you is!”“Yes, sir! Give it to me.”He gripped her neck, “I’m finna fuck you like you my li’l stepson.”“Oh yes!”“Take dis dick, you li’l punk ass faggit! You my bitch!”“Oh…oh…oh!”“You like how stepdaddy fuck you sissy ass, boi?”“Yes, daddy.”Tell me you love me!”“I love you stepdaddy!”“Hell yeah, pussyboi! You be runnin’ ‘round da house with dem li’l shorts on and dat juicy booty jigglin’. You know you be turnin’ stepdaddy on.”“I’m sorry, sir!”“Naw, you good! Stepdaddy like seein’ yo’ fatty shake. It be drivin’ me crazy till yo’ momma leave so I can get this booty hole.”“Oh yeah, daddy?”“Fa sho! I be thinkin’ bout fuckin’ you all da time. Get on ya back!”Rochelle flipped over and Omar reentered her. “You a bad li’l sissy boi! Takin’ dem pills so you get titties,” Omar grinned as sweat dripped from his forehead. “Look how pretty they is. Big and round. You wanna be a girl dontchu? Dontchu, faggit?!?!?”“Yes, daddy! I wanna be a girl,” Rochelle admitted. “But you ain’t. You a pretty ass femboi faggit! Dat’s what stepdaddy like.”“Oh, stepdaddy! Beat it up!”“Fuck yeah! I’m tearin’ dis pussy up! I may have to let some of my paht-nuz fuck dis faggit booty sometime.”“You can do whatever you like, stepdaddy!”“I can pimp yo’ cute ass out, den?”“Yes, sir!”“I’ma have you on da tranny stroll suckin’ niggas’ dicks!”“Make me your hoe, daddy! Fuck me!”Omar pulled out his dick and straddled her. He jerked his cock a few times until he erupted on her well-proportioned tatas. He then collapsed beside her.“Would you like a sandwich,” the hostess inquired.“If you don’t mind,” the spent specimen huffed.“Okay, I’ll be right back.”Rochelle walked into the bathroom and came out with a warm washcloth which she tossed to Omar. She returned a few moments later, with a plate holding a roast beef, ham, and turkey sandwich. There was a slice of tomato, some lettuce, and swiss cheese. She had tossed on a snack bag of ranch flavored tortilla chips and carried a bottle of spring water.The guest inhaled the food then burped loudly. “Thanks! I needed that.”“Likewise,” she cooed.“Don’t let it be so long till I get this fag pussy again!”“Okay, but I’m sure you got some li’l sissy you’re banging.”“Not fah real! I keep mah shit on da low.”“Cool!”“I mean my uncle know. But he get down too so I ain’t stuttin’ dat. I know one or two of my crew on da DL. They prolly think da same ‘bout me.”“True. Many men are. And I’m sure they’re out fucking pussybois right now.”“Yeah! You right! I know my uncle is fa sho’. Don’t know ‘bout da crew. But I don’t doubt it!”“Oh you know your uncle is for sure.”“Yeah, he was at the bar tonight. I walked with him to his truck so he could show me his new eight-millimeter Sig.”“Oh cool!”“Yeah! Den he showed me a couple pics of dis chubby faggit with big boi-titties.”“Oh okay, uncle…”“Yeah! He ain’t no bad lookin’ nigga. Sissies be sweatin’ him.”“I should meet him,” she giggled.“I’d bring you around him. Hell I’d take yo, sexy ass around my whole family if it wasn’t fo’ da wife.”“I hear you!”“Aiight, beautiful! I better get outta here.”Rochelle let Omar out. He got into his metallic silver 2014 Chevy Tahoe and drove away into the night. She washed off and climbed into her comfy bed.Omar was fight sleep so he downed an energy drink. He placed a call to his uncle who did not answer. He headed home hoping to see Ro again in the near future.Rochelle imagined Omar’s uncle fucking a titty boi.It just so happened that Uncle Fred was across town stuffing his sausage into a twenty year-old femboi.The mature man howled. “Wrap them boi-ttties back arounf my dick, boi!”“Yes, sir,” the girly fluffy bottom obliged. “Yeah! Suck on it, faggit! Daddy’s gonna fuck you some more in a minute.”Fred stood up and had the punk bend over the bed in the sparsely decorated motel room. “Ooh. I love this sweet, young, boipussy,” he declared.“Thank you, daddy! Your dick feels so good,” the short-haired sissy whimpered.“Good ass pussy. Big ole jiggly booty! You’re perfect,” remarked the toned aggressor.“Fuck my li’l sissy ass. I’m your faggot bitch!”“Damn right. You my fuckin’ faggit!”“Ooh daddy!”“Oh shit! I’m bout to nut.”Uncle Fred released his baby batter and readied himself to head home to the missus.The next morning Rochelle woke up a little after six o’clock. She washed her face and went into the kitchen. She spotted the list Jeramiah left. He indicated they needed water, trail mix, granola, chips, apples and oranges – all of those things were in the house. He even planned to paper towels and a couple of plastic bags for trash. Rochelle would let him pack the food when he awakened. She put a packet of tea in the K-cup machine, pulled a pack of spinach tortillas from the pantry, and began making wraps to be filled with turkey, avocado, iceberg lettuce and honey mustard. After church she and her sons would hit the road.

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