Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 04:04:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Derek Alexander <das4200@yahoo.com>
Subject: Miss Richards: The Eulogy / TG / Highschool

Dearest readers, I want to thank everyone who wrote to me and asked
questions or submitted suggestions. This is a part in the story where
things can get serious and won't be entirely about the sex. If you are
reading my story for more than jollies I thank you for sticking with it
thus far.

Disclaimer: I am over 18, but if you are under 18 then stop reading right
now. If you offended by sexual acts between teenage males and adult
transsexuals then stop reading right now. If you are above 18 and like
these kinds of stories then by all means continue.

This is a work of fiction.


Miss Richards: The Eulogy


"Hello..."

"Hello, Mr. Alexander?"

"That's me, may I ask whose calling?"

"Mr. Alexander , hello, my name is Gloria Jackson and I'm a nurse at Herman
Memorial Hospital.  Unfortunately there has been an accident that both your
parents were involved in. Do you have a means of transportation that you
can reach the hospital?"

"My parents? Are they alright?"

"Mr. Alexander, it's policy that I can't discuss anything over the phone,
if you could make it to the hospital we can explain everything here."

"Yes, I have a car. I'll be there as soon as possible."

My brain went into auto-pilot at that point. I barely noticed pulling onto
I-10 or cutting off the car in the entrance lane. The cars around me were a
blur as I focused solely on reaching the hospital. Once a month my parents
celebrated their anniversary and left me alone at the house. The idea came
from a book they read on cute things to do with their sweetheart. I usually
hated the day because I had to fend for myself. This month I didn't even
notice. The hospital parking lot was packed like it usually was and finding
a spot seemed to only lengthen my nightmare. Surely this was a nightmare. I
know in my head I had fallen asleep on my bed and this would all be over
soon.

"Hello I'm Derek Alexander, I spoke to a Miss Jackson on the phone telling
me my parents were here."

 "Yes hello, we've been expecting you, if I could see your I.D. and if you
could fill out this form we will get you a visitors pass."

"Excuse if I could just find out about my parents please?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here come sit over here. Your parents were involved in an
accident on the interstate and were rushed here to the hospital. They are
in surgery right now and once they are done the doctor will assess whether
you can visit them or not. I just need you to remain calm for me sweetie
and fill out the form."

Remain calm? Fill out the form? In Surgery? My parents could be dead and
all they want is for me to fill out a damn form? Despite the anger,
confusion, and grief rolling around inside my head the pen in my hand
started filling out lines of information. Tears welled up with every bit of
information I had to remember about my parents. People around me were
starting to murmur amongst themselves, murmurs about me. With all the
pressure around me I had to call the only one I knew who could help me, the
woman who held me close and was my mother for a brief moment in time. As I
fumbled for my phone I noticed the time before I entered the digits.

"10:37 PM. She should still be up."

The phone began to ring and there was nothing. The world seemed to be
slipping from my grasp with every single ring that went unanswered. When
all hope seemed lost there was a click.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other end was groggy and distant. She must have fallen
asleep already.

"Miss Richards?"

"What is it Derek, what's wrong, what happened?"

There must have been tears in my voice, I couldn't tell anymore, because
her voice rose and she seemed to be more alert and vigilant than before.

"Miss Richards..."

I fumbled for the words, no matter what they couldn't come, they wouldn't
come. The thought that my parents could be dead froze my voice in my
throat, as if speaking the words would make the possibility a reality.

"Where are you? I'm on my way, just tell me where you are and I'll be
there."

"Hospital, Herman..."

"Just stay there, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't worry Derek I'm
coming."

The next 10 minutes floated away around me. There was nothing but me and my
bench seat. The nurse had come by and handed me my I.D and visitor pass,
but I didn't even move. I couldn't move, there was nothing left in me. When
Miss Richards came through the door I didn't even know until she was on me
holding me close. She left seconds later to go talk to the nurses and get a
pass of her own.  She was back in minutes and I heard her voice in my ear
but I couldn't make out the words. I could smell lavender once more as her
breasts were pressed into my face as she held me close. No words were
spoken as I turned and cried. I kept crying till there was nothing left in
me to cry and I cried some more. When the doctor came from the doorway I
turned as Miss Richards left my side. As she spoke with the doctor I saw
his head shake in a "no" gesture and Miss Richards cupped her hands to her
face and began to cry as well. As I saw the scene play out in front of me
the lights shut off, the stage pulled away, the people all left the room. A
lone light shined down center stage and a woman stepped forward. She was
dressed in an all white gown and had flowing platinum blonde hair that hung
past the small of her back. She was the picture of beauty and her voice
rang out perfectly clear as she spoke.

"I'm sorry young child, but your parents have passed on. Your mother and
father love you very much though and send their deepest regrets at their
absence. You will be watched over little one, now rest."

There was nothing else, the stage came back into view and Miss Richards was
running over to me as I felt the ground come closer to my view. Everything
was gone now. Everything slipped from my world, the world was gone.

				__________

October 17th is a sad day in my life. For a day that was filled with so
much joy and love in my parents, this day was nothing but a pit of darkness
in my soul. The next few days I was visited by countless people who knew my
parents. Miss Richards never left me alone during those few days while the
funeral arrangements were made. I hadn't eaten a bite since before the
accident. Despite this I wasn't hungry at all. There was a pit in my
stomach that would be forever empty now. Miss Richards was constantly
trying to get me to eat, but after so many tries she wouldn't push the
issue. After the third day she left me alone in my room and turned every
visitor away, including Sandy. I had actually appreciated the comfort of
being alone for once in my room. There was a photo album in my desk drawer
and inside were pictures of old vacations, trips to the city, and even
pictures of times of joy in this house. Every picture, despite the pain and
tears it caused brought about feelings of joy, as if they were there next
to me looking at the pictures with me. For the first I felt better,
actually better, I felt my hunger come back.

"Miss Richards?"

There was a pause, a brief pause.

"Yes Derek? I'm down here, are you alright?"

"Could you make some lunch? I'm kinda hungry, I'll be down in a minute. I
feel kinda dirty, I think I need a shower."

"Okay sweetie, take your time and I'll start on some food."

As I stepped into the bathroom and took my clothes off I noticed the wear
these last few days had taken on my body. My hair had matted to my head
from being pressed into the mattress constantly.  Little strands of stubble
had patched up along my face. I had lost so much weight that my face had
sunken and the hairs stuck out more prominently. My ribs were now visible
as was the muscle underneath the surface of my skin. As I started the water
I felt, I actually felt something again. The water felt relaxing as all the
grime of three days washed down the drain. When I finished I put on a pair
of boxers and a t-shirt and walked downstairs.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"

"Better I suppose, at least I can feel again."

"That's good, here some soup. It's an old family recipe of chicken
noodle. It used to always cheer me up when my aunt made it."

"Smells delicious, hey, Miss Richards?"

"Yes Derek?"

"Thank you."

"For what sweetie?"

"For everything, for taking care of me, for being here for me when I needed
someone."

"No problem at all, eat your soup and listen for a little."  She spoke
every word with a delicate touch careful not to say any word that could
cause upset.

"Derek, when you called I felt something I've never felt toward someone. I
felt the need to protect you, to make those tears disappear. After the
night we shared and afterwards when I held you close in my arms I knew that
from that moment on I would feel close like a mother to you. The doctors
informed me that you have no living family remaining and that despite that
you are grown you are not allowed to live alone for another 2 years. At
that moment I knew that you were going to be taken away from me and I
volunteered for temporary guardianship until you were better and could
decide what you would like to do. You can choose to either go into the
foster care system or pick a consenting adult to be your legal guardian
until you are 18 years of age. Even though we've only known each other for
the past 3 months I want you to know that I am willing to be your mother if
you want to come live with me. Do you want to come live with me Derek?"

The words struck harder than I wanted. The realization that they were gone
hit me like a brick and I broke down in tears once again. The pain hit my
stomach and I stopped eating the delicious soup. I saw the pain fill her
eyes as she realized the impact of her words. I had to fight the tears to
relieve her woes, to stop the tears that threatened the surface of those
perfect green eyes.

"I would love to call you mom."

"Oh sweetie, come here!"

She held me close and I felt the warmth of her breasts against my face as
the tears flowed once more.  I felt her nipples press into my cheek through
her silk robe and nightie. I knew I shouldn't, but I needed to be taken
away from where I was in my mind. I needed the escape of her body against
mine, to feel her inside of me once more. No words were spoken as I pulled
her robe aside and pulled at the top of her nightie. Her ample breasts
spilled forth and were met with the tender moisture of my mouth. My tongue
danced around her nipples as I switched from one to the other letting our
bodies come closer than they ever were before. The only thing that escaped
her lips was an audible "Ah" as I suckled on her breasts like a nursing
child. We walked entwined towards my bedroom and every movement was slow
and gentle filled with love. Once inside the room she tore away from my
embrace and disrobed. Her member stood at full attention as every strip of
fabric was shed from her body and for the first time I saw my new mother
completely naked. Her skin was absolutely flawless and glowed amidst the
mid-afternoon sun that shone through the shaded windows. Her frame was tiny
despite her incredible height and the curves of her assets. Her penis was a
constant reminder of her power and dominance she could wield. As she
approached she pulled down my underwear and I stripped my shirt off
revealing the starved frame I now held. I could see, just for a moment, the
pain in her eyes from seeing the outcome from my lack of sustenance. Her
hands held my body close as she dropped to her knees. I could feel her
mouth trail along my thighs and I quivered. She was taking her time,
teasing me with little trails of moisture left from small tender
kisses. Her lips grazed the tip of my now rock hard member and my whole
body shuddered.

"Here, lay down little one. Let mommy take care of you."

I did as I was told and laid down along the length of my bed. She climbed
on top and I felt nothing but the warm moist feel of her mouth enclose over
my dick and I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling.  Unlike Sandy, Miss
Richards was a pro it seemed cause without a single noise she had swallowed
all of me and held herself down for nearly a whole minute. I could feel her
throat swallow and pull at me inside of her and the sensation was stunning.

"Momma, please, I'm gonna cum."

She didn't stop, she just swallowed harder and I felt each wave crash over
me as I was hit with each crashing blow of my orgasm. She was pulling
everything out of me with her throat and I was in love. As the last drops
were sucked out of me she pulled off and kneeled close to my head.

"Here, open up sweetie, momma's got a nice meal for you. Open wide my
sweet."

She was stroking her cock close to my mouth and every second seemed to slow
down as I saw her member pulse and grow in front of me and she jammed the
swollen tip in my mouth. Shot after shot of thick creamy sperm was forced
into my mouth with no possible way out I swallowed all that my mother gave
me. When she was finished she simply pulled out of my mouth and pulled the
covers over our naked bodies and I felt her nestle against me before she
kissed me goodnight.

"Rest little one, we have a stressful day tomorrow, but for now you
rest. Momma will take care of everything sweetie."


That concludes part 9 of the story. I hope it wasn't too bad, but this is
how the story has been planned from the start. There will be more twists
and plenty of sex later in the story. If you have any comments, concerns,
questions feel free to contact me at das4200@yahoo and I will always get
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