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Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy
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-BEVERLY'S HOLODECK FANTASY-
-A STAR TREK ADVENTURE-
By Ann Douglas
"........All's quiet tonight, Doctor Crusher." said the voice
of Lieutenant O'Rourke. "In fact I can't remember the last
time I went through a whole shift without someone reporting to
sickbay for something or other."
"It must be your Irish luck, Morgan." Beverly answered the
disembodied voice coming from her com-badge. "But if anything
changes, don't hesitate to call."
"Don't worry Doctor," Morgan replied. "There's little short
of a major disaster that we can't handle by ourselves. You've
got us too well trained. Enjoy your night off. "
"OK, Crusher out." She responded as she tapped her com-badge
to end the transmission.
"Damn," She said to her self as she leaned back into the
chair and closed her eyes. "The crew would have to pick this
night to be extraordinary healthy."
Sleep was out of the question, just as it had been for the
last two nights. Work was her only chance to escape the
dreams. She almost wished for the proverbial "disaster"
that would give her something to do.
As it had for the last few nights, her mind turned to the
holodeck programming packet locked in her desk. It would be
so easy to remove it and transfer it to the main holodeck.
In the six months since she had created the packet, she had
even tried it. If it had been such a mistake, then why had
she even created it. Why didn't she simply just erase it?
"I wish Deanna were here." She said to herself. "I could
use someone to talk to. She would pick now to attend that
conference on Rigel."
Who else could she talk to? Jean-Luc.....no absolutely not.
There was no one else she was really close enough to talk to -
at least not about this.
Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the
computer programming module and held it in her hand. Even if
someone else were to find it, it would take the voice
authorization of the CMO to access the program. Maybe she
should run the program, after all, wasn't that what the
holodeck was for. Living out one's fantasies.
"Computer," She said, again tapping her com-badge.
"Location of Cadet Wesley Crusher?"
"Cadet Crusher is in main engineering..." said the artificial
female voice.
"Good, he'll be down there for hours." Beverly said to herself
as she ran her fingers across the module. "Maybe it time I
used this."
It had been the return of her son, Welsey, on leave from
Starfleet Academy, that had triggered the return of the
dreams. She had created the holodeck fantasy soon after he
had left for Earth. Lacking the nerve to actually use it, she
had simply locked it away.
Wesley had changed a great deal in a short span of time. Her
forbidden longings for her son returned with a vengeance soon
after he beamed aboard. Now at 17, Wesley was almost the
image of her husband, Jack - dead all these many years.
From her medical training, Beverly knew other women had these
fantasies. In fact she knew of a few cultures where having a
son for a lover was not out of the norm. A son would take his
father's place in every way, including in his mother's bed.
Determined, Beverly placed the module in the open slot on her
console and activated the computer.
"Computer," She said, "Transfer holodeck program Crusher
Alpha One to Holodeck Four, accessible only by voice
authorization of the Chief Medical Officer - code Alpha Five
Two Five."
"Completed....." replied the voice of the computer.
A wide smile crossed Beverly's face as she rose from her desk
and headed for the door. Now that she had made the decision,
she couldn't wait to live out her fantasy.
Exiting the turbolift on deck five, Beverly briskly walked
down the corridor, acknowledging the hello of a few crewmen
with a polite nod. She didn't want to stop and get involved
in a conversation now. In no time she stood at the doors of
Holodeck Four. She took a deep breath, then activated the
Holodeck's imaging system.
"Computer, run program Beverly Alpha
One." She said. "Lock out all external monitoring and
access.....Authorization Crusher Nine Nine Four."
"Program engaged, all external monitoring and access locked
out." Replied the Computer. "You may enter when ready."
Straightening her shoulders, Beverly stepped between the
sliding door.......and into her own sickbay.
It always amazed her, the detail the
computer put into the holodeck images. If she didn't know
better, she would swear she was actually in sickbay. Her
program provided the location and participants in her fantasy,
but unlike a scripted play, the computer controlled the
sequence of events. It was more fun that way, more real. The
idea of not knowing what would come next made it all the more
exciting.
From behind her, Beverly heard the sickbay door open and felt
a new presence in the room. Turning she faced the holodeck
created image of her son.
"Wes, you're back early?" She said,
remembering the background information she had programmed into
the module. "What happened to your date with Ensign Carson?"
"I canceled it." Wes replied as he walked across the room.
"I thought it would e more fun to spend the evening with you."
"Then I'd better get you onto one of the diagnostic tables,"
Beverly answered as she motioned to the bed next to her. "You
must have a fever if you'd pass up a date with a pretty ensign
in favor of spending a night with your old Mom.."
"You're fall from old, Mom." Wesley
laughed as he moved over and lifted himself atop the bed
beside Beverly. "In fact I know a lot of women who wished
they looked as good as you."
Beverly laughed, starting to loose herself in the fantasy.
"I though Deanna Troi was your idea, Wes." I know you've spent
enough time dreaming about her."
"Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you."
"You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick me
over Deanna?" Beverly asked , feeling a warm tingle
throughout her body as she felt Wesley's eyes covering her
body.
"I can do more than tell you...." Wesley said as he leaned
forward and kissed Beverly.
She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips press
against her. Her dreams now had the reality of the holodeck -
a reality that was all too solid.
"Wes....." She exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice." "I'm
your Mother."
"You're also a woman...." Wesley replied as he dropped off
the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me you
don't want it as much as I do?"
"........No.......I can't....." Beverly admitted, giving
in totally to the fantasy.
With that, Wesley kissed her again, this time harder. She
felt his tongue against her lips and opened to admit it.
Strong young hands cupped her breasts, rubbing the now erect
nipples through the blue material. Beverly could feel his
warm breath on her neck as he kissed his way down to it. Then
he reached behind her and undid the seam the held her uniform
together.
As Wesley gripped a handful of material in each hand, he
suddenly ripped it forward, tearing apart the top of Beverly's
uniform. Suddenly released from the confines of the jumpsuit,
her breasts popped free. Wes smiled in appreciation at his
Mother's breasts, for a woman her age they were still in fine
form. Chalk up another one for Starfleet physical training.
The young Cadet quickly moved his mouth to the closest
breast, kissing the nipple. His hand closed around it and
helped guide it into his mouth. Beverly sighed as she felt
Wesley's mouth closed around her aureole and his teeth gently
teased her nipple. She could feel the strength in his arms
and wanted to surrender to him totally.
Still playing with the first breast, Wesley moved his mouth
to the second, repeating his attentions to it's twin. He
alternated between little kisses and bites, just enough pain
and pleasure to send electric surges through Beverly's body.
As her son suckled at her breasts, Beverly reached down and
paced her hand on the hard mound between his legs. Even
covered by the uniform material she could feel the outline of
his hardness. She hadn't seen her son naked since he was a
boy, having always let one of the other doctors give him his
physical. But from the length of the outline she traced with
her fingers, there was one more thing he had inherited from
his father.
Smiling as his Mother cupped his balls, Wesley stepped back
and began to strip, giving the Doctor time to rid herself of
the rest of her uniform. She left only the thin blue panties,
wanting to give Wes the pleasure of taking them off.
Wesley on the other hand wasted no time in ridding himself of
all his clothing. Standing naked before her, he gently
stroked his hard seven inches as it pointed to the ceiling.
Beverly was pleased that her initial assessment had been
correct.
In a moment, Beverly was on her knees and quickly took Wesley
into her mouth. As she felt his hardness slide along her
tongue, she savored the maleness which assaulted her nostrils.
With quick motions, she covered her son's cock with a
slippery coating of saliva, licking the sides as she ran her
tongue up and down its length. After a few minutes she was
rewarded with a drop of precious precum which appeared on the
tip. Reaching out with the edge of her tongue, she slowly
licked it clean.
Still stroking his erect member with her fingers, she turned
her tongue to his balls. As with the rest of his body, they
were almost hairless. Taking each globe in her mouth in turn,
she sucked them as if they were candy.
Then the Doctor continued between his legs and moved her head
up between the cheeks of his ass. Spreading the fleshy mounds
with her hands, she reached inward with her tongue and
caressed his anal entry. She felt him jump with excitement as
she penetrated him with her tongue. One hand reached back in
front as she continued to stroke his cock. Timing both her
tongue's thrusts with the motions of her hand, she sent a
double spark across the boys body.
Moving her free hand down to between her own legs, Beverly
found herself incredibly wet. With no effort she slid two
fingers within herself and proceeded to masturbate. Even so
she never skipped a beat as she continued to play with both
his cock and ass.
Wesley then reached down and picked
Beverly up off the floor, placing her on top of the
examination table. Spreading her legs, he quickly replaced
her fingers with his tongue. A small layer of girlcum already
coated the red haired mound and Wes quickly licked it clean.
Beverly fingered her clit as Wes continued to lick away at the
center of her sexuality, replacing the girljuice he had licked
away with a fresh coat. Beverly was lost in ecstacy as she
watched her son, or at least a computer created double go down
on her. Never in all those forbidden dreams had she ever
imagined it would feel this good.
"Oh God, Wesley!" She cried out as his tongue found a
particularly sensitive spot. "Lick it.....Lick your Mother's
pussy!"
Ten minutes passed as he did just that. Wave upon wave of
girlcum erupted from Beverly, covering Wesley's face. Each
new surge only drove him harder, determined to induce another
eruption.
"I can't wait any more...." Beverly yelled as she held his
head tight between her legs. "I need you inside
me.......Now!"
With that, Wesley stood up and flipped Beverly onto her
stomach across the diagnostic bed. Spreading her legs as wide
as he could, his guided his rock hard cock to the tunnel
entrance he had emerged from seventeen years before. In one
quick motion he slid it inside, until his balls slapped
against Beverly's ass. Heavily lubricated by the earlier
streams of girljuice, Beverly's tunnel offered no resistance
as he withdrew and then returned with twice the force.
Wes took a firm grip on Beverly's pelvis and repeated his
withdrawal/reentry again and again. Each time his thrust
carried a little more strength, each time it send another
flush of heat throughout his Mother's body. As Beverly braced
herself against the bed, Wes reached around and played with
Beverly's clit, now that she was no longer able to do so.
Beverly wished she had instructed the computer to give Wesley
an inexhaustible stamina, so that the pounding could go on for
hours. But since she hadn't, she knew her neo-son had to be
near climax.
She felt his body start to stiffen and she quickly pulled her
self from him and spun around. Before the first spurts of boy
cum could shoot forward, she was again on her knees and
licking the head of his cock. As what seemed like pints of
white boyjuice erupted from Wesley, Beverly caught it all with
her face and hungry tongue. Finally the torrid abated and
only a drop remained at the tip of his cock. Reaching out
with her tongue, Beverly licked that away also.
Sitting naked on the floor, her face still covered with cum,
Beverly was greatly satisfied. It had only been a computer
simulation, but it was as close to the real thing as she would
ever have the courage to try. She gazed up at the now
motionless nude Wesley. If she ever wanted to use this
program again, and she was sure she would. She was going to
have to see about giving the Wesley hologram more personality.
But for now, a hot shower seemed to be the first priority.
"Computer......end program." She called out as she stood and
wiped her face with the remnants of her uniform.
Her fantasy sickbay faded to the nothingness it had emerged
from, to be replaced by the familiar yellow and black grid
pattern. It was a few seconds before Beverly realized she
wasn't alone. The Wesley hologram was still there.
"Wesley?" She asked in a quiet confused voice.
"Er......Hi Mom." replied the naked cadet.
"Oh God, Wesley....." Beverly gasped as she realized that it
had been Wesley all along. "How could you.....how did
you....?"
"It wasn't too hard," He began. "Back when Captain Picard
had Geordie put those safety locks on the holosystem so that
only a senior officer could authorize the use of a crewman's
image, I helped Geordie with the project. I put a sub-routine
into the system that would notify me if anyone tried to use
my image. I never imagined it would be you or for this."
"But all the security locks, my personal code. How did you get
past them?"
"Crusher Delta One Five......remember. The emergency
override code you gave me in case of disaster. You never
changed it after I left for the Academy."
"But why?" She finally asked. "Why did you do it?"
Wesley smiled and reached out and took his Mother's hand.
"Because you're not the only Crusher with this fantasy." He
said softly. "Because I wanted you as much as you wanted me."
"Oh Wes...." She said as she embraced him. "I love you so."
"If you want, I'll punch up that program before I go back to
the Academy." He said as he returned the embrace. "It needs a
lot of work."
Beverly didn't answer, she just held his naked body tightly
against her own.
"But first, how bout we head back to our quarters and do a
little more research, just so I know exactly what to add onto
the program."
Beverly looked up at him and smiled. Then she pulled him
close and kissed him.
"Well, when could I ever stand in the way of your research?"
She asked, a gleam in her eye.
END
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