This story is based on the series Star Trek: The Next Generation and is set towards the early part of series 4 on the Starship Enterprise NCC 1701-D. It follows directly on from 'Episode 1 - Crusher's Mistaken Memories', 'Episode 2 - The Replacement', 'Episode 3 - The Doctor Bites Back' and Episode 4 - 'Different Shades of Love'. Any comments on anything from grammar to ST authenticity are welcomed for all the stories, although please note that Episode 1 and 2 were re-edited from submissions I made 3 years ago.
It does contain incest, roughness and things get a little messy... I've tried a few new things in this story but am very interested in any ideas or thoughts for where the story can go next! Please feel free to contact me on here or simply comment on the story itself.
Everyone is always 18 and over.
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Episode 5: The Party
It had been 2 weeks since shore leave on the planet Pacifica but it felt like 2 years to Dr Beverley Crusher.
The Enterprise had recently rescued a human boy named Jono on a Talarian vessel who was also apparently a deceased Starfleet admiral's son. The admiral and his wife had been killed by the Talarian's and they had taken in their son Jono. The thought of it disgusted her but after Jono had spent some time on the Enterprise, including getting to know her own son Wesley, Jono was returned to his Talarian 'father'.
It was what Jono himself had wanted and he had even stabbed Captain Picard to make his point.
Now the Enterprise was on its way to the newly built Starbase 28 with Jean-Luc being debriefed in person by Admiral Ross. Apparently he was the new admiral on the block and Beverley guessed that he was using this incident to assert some authority and make his name known within the fleet. Beverley knew the Captain had done the right thing and that he would come out of this fine, in fact his decision had prevented war with the Talarians, however from the outside there were questions that would need answering.
She hadn't spent any time alone with Jean-Luc since they had returned from shore leave and while she had seen Wesley (he lived next door in adjoining quarters after all!) it had been limited. Since Jono left she had comforted him and took care of him but she felt frustrated. Absolutely and selfishly frustrated.
That evening was set to be her weekly mother-son dinner with Wesley and she decided that she would make it special. It was what he needed, after all.
Or is it what I need?
She put her selfish thoughts to one side. Perhaps it was what they needed...
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It was 20:00 ship time and Wesley knocked on the door that separated his and his mom's quarters. The last few days had been difficult for him and had been looking forward to this evening ever since Jono had left the Enterprise. A chance to leave his troubles behind, at least for a few hours.
He had dressed smartly in a 2 piece dark grey suit similar to earlier Earth designs with a white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. He had matched it with smart brown brogues and felt good in the ensemble.
"It's open, come in" said the voice from the other side.
Wesley touched the button next to the door and it slid open to reveal quarters lit only by the many candles lit on the dining table, sideboard and the smaller tables in the lounge area.
Wes looked around and then saw his mother in the candlelight, wearing a silk red dress that was fitted perfectly to her and came down around the mid-point of her thighs. He looked down at her legs which were covered by black tights or perhaps stockings he thought with a smile. The dress had thin shoulder straps and her beautiful red hair flowed down against them and the front of her dress came down to show just a hint of cleavage. Wesley then realised he could see the back of the dress in the mirror on the main wall of the lounge area and noticed that the back of her dress had thin straps criss-crossing all the way down her back just above her shapely ass. He realised that she wasn't wearing a bra as he looked at her pale skin in between the straps.
He was mesmerised by her.
"Well don't you look smart!"
"Huh?"
Beverley smiled. "Bless you! Why don't you sit down on the sofa, I'll bring over the appetiser?"
Wes simply nodded and his legs eventually began to work again as he went over and sat down.
As Chief Medical Officer, and with the rank of Commander, Beverley Crusher had nicer quarters than most. There was a dining table which could comfortably sit four to one side of the open plan main living space, next to a small basic kitchen area fitted with a standard-issue replicator and reclimator. The rest of the living space consisted of a sofa next to the window looking out to the stars, with a couple of small armchairs the other side of a large coffee table. There were smaller tables next to the chairs and a doorway leading through her bedroom and a fresher/shower room.
Wes sat down on the sofa and noticed two glasses of sparkling wine (probably Champagne he thought, knowing his mom). Beverley then came over with a large plate of what looked like large shells sitting on ice, which she placed on the table, Wesley belatedly helping by moving the other glass a little for her.
"What are they Mom"? Wesley enquired.
"They're called Oysters which are an Earth shellfish and the dish is Oysters Rockefeller. It's an old Earth delicacy made with parsley, butter and breadcrumbs topping the oysters. It was very popular from the mid 19th century through to 21st century, partially due to their supposed aphrodisiac qualities..."
