This story is based on the series Star Trek: The Next Generation and is set during the start of series 4 on the Starship Enterprise NCC 1701-D.
I apologise for the wait but this follows directly on from 'Episode 1 - Crusher's Mistaken Memories', 'Episode 2 - The Replacement' and 'Episode 3 - The Doctor Bites Back'. Any comments on anything from grammar to ST authenticity are welcomed for all the stories, although please not that Episode 1 and 2 were re-edited from submissions I made a couple of years ago.
It does contain incest and rough sex, just in case that puts you off! Everyone is always 18 and over.
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Episode 4: Different shades of love
Beverly Crusher woke from a peaceful night's sleep and lay in bed thinking about the night before. Her shore leave had started on Pacifica in beautiful surroundings which were interrupted by 2 Klingon brothers out for revenge against Starfleet. Luckily Beverly had managed to remain calm and confident and use her body to satisfy the Klingon's without resorting to bloodshed. Prior to the Klingon's unwelcome arrival, she was going to tell Wesley that his advances to her were inappropriate and must stop. However after discovering she did have a 'fight' rather than 'flight' instinct and that life was too short, she decided to love her son as they both truly wanted.
She explored every inch of his body before bringing him to orgasm and enjoying the feel of his seamen all over her. She lapped it up and then they embraced each other, before heading out to sea for a naked swim. On their return to the villa nightfall had occurred and they had a lovely dinner before heading to bed where their naked bodies lay together as they drifted off to sleep, Beverly holding Wesley in her arms.
She watched him sleep, the bedsheet around his waist. He was so beautiful to her. Then her doubts began to stir within her.
Was she doing the right thing? Was this really maternal love she felt or was she in love with him? Was it just lust?
She discounted the last thought. Yes she felt horny when naked with him, or thinking about what she could do with him, but it was more than that. He was her only son and she cared for him deeply.
But what about Jean-Luc?
She had loved the Captain for some time and had wanted to make love to him for some time. Other than the traumatic experience with the Picard duplicate, she had come so close but never managed to take him to her bed. She had known him for so long and she knew that if she was ever to marry again, or have further children, then it would only be with him.
Wesley began to stir and stretch as he woke up next to her, the bedsheet falling down the bed further and exposing his morning glory. Beverly had been a doctor for 20 years and had heard many theories but it was still not known what caused this condition, however this wasn't the main reason why she couldn't help but stare at the hard cock her son was sporting.
"Morning darling", Beverly purred, as she leant over and kissed Wesley softly on the lips.
"Mmm, morning Mom", Wesley said as he smiled.
"Did you sleep well?" Beverly asked, as her eyes once again travelled down her son's athletic naked body.
"Yes Mom"
"Someone's a little hard this morning..." Beverly said as she trailed her fingertips down his proud naked torso, over his firm stomach and to his cock. She held it loosely as her and Wesley's eyes met as she continued to lean over him, her bare breasts hanging down.
"Yeh. Please Mom, help me out." Wesley said as he then began to study his mother's tits with his gaze, as if he had just noticed them there.
"Of course honey and you can touch them if you want..." Beverly said as she noticed her son's eyes on her breasts, her erect nipples tingling and the thought of her son's hands on them. She then gripped his erect penis and began to move up and down, pumping it with her hand. Wesley began to massage her breasts as he lay on the bed, moaning a little and clearly enjoying his Mom masturbating him.
She continued to wank him off as his moans grew louder. She knew he was close and decided after last night she wanted more. She stopped masturbating him and got up from the bed. Wesley looked disappointed until she then knelt on the bed between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. Their gaze met again as she began to suck his firm penis, her lips firmly against his shaft.
Wesley was so happy, after all last night's handjob and naked swim and cuddles were fantastic but this was amazing. He thought back to the time when the Picard duplicate had fucked his mom hard in her office in sickbay. He remembered coming in to find her, shocked at what he saw. His mom was laid on her desk, naked bar her bra which was hoisted above her tits, her legs pushed up and her knees back, exposing her pussy that the duplicate Picard was fucking. Hard. He remembered taking his own cock out of his trousers and, under orders from the fake Picard, inserting it into her mouth as she sucked away on it. He'd been caught up in such a bizarre situation and while at the time he enjoyed it, looking back this was different.
His mom was thinking straight now and was sucking him with lust and love. She wasn't being practically raped, she was calm and loving and as he watched her work on him with her mouth, her face curtained by her beautiful red hair was glowing and happy. He began to jolt and he began to shoot his load as his mom continued to suck on his penis.
"Yes Mom!" Wesley shouted.
Beverly continued to cover Wesley's cock with her lips as she took his cum into her mouth. He tasted perfect and she only released him from the grip of her mouth when the pumping stopped and she had swallowed every drop of his cream. Beverly then lent back so she was knelt upright on the bed in front of him.
"Thank you", Wesley said, smiling on the bed.
"You're welcome sweetheart", Beverly replied.
"I need to pee!" Wesley said, as he got up and walked to the en-suite fresher.
Beverly smiled to herself. She was so wet and had wanted some action herself, although she could take care of that later. She got up from the bed and then heard her son peeing, forgetting there were no doors in the villa. She walked across the room and was able to see into the fresher and saw Wesley pissing like a fountain into the toilet. He was holding his cock in his right hand and Beverly noticed it wasn't completely soft but still it looked so innocent yet tempting. She wanted to hold it for him, to care for him and his penis always.
She also thought that Wesley was very well groomed. He clearly trimmed his pubic hair well and this probably accounted for the 'innocent' look of his penis, but also why it looked so big and tempting. Beverly also kept herself well trimmed yet she clearly looked older than he did. She wondered if this put her son off at all. After all he was keener to go to the loo first before exploring her.
What could she do look younger for him? Maybe she could use some of the skin tightener that she used on her breasts around her pussy. Try to make it tighter for him. What about her own pubic hair?
She thought about Deanna. Before they had arrived at Pacifica she had gotten to explore the Betazoid's pussy on the holodeck and remembered how young and beautiful it looked. Now Deanna was only 8 years younger than her and had probably had more cock inside her then the Doctor could only dream of, yet her pussy looked so good. Maybe it was because her pussy was completely bare, she thought.
It was at that moment she decided she would also go bare. She was certain it would look better, particularly for Wesley. After all, she would do anything for him. She noticed that Wesley was shaking off the last drops of urine from his penis and went over to him in the fresher. She picked up a piece of toilet paper and then stood behind him, her breasts against his back as she began to wipe the end of his cock for him.
"Mom?" Wesley said, shocked at his mother coming in to the fresher with him.
"It's OK Wes. Mom is here." Beverly said as she finished wiping the end of his hardening cock. She continued to hold it with her right hand as she chucked the paper away with her left into the small waste reclimator.
