Deanna Troi and Beverley Crusher were sat opposite each other in the latter's office. It had been just over a week since the two had become lovers after years of friendship and a lot had changed. The least of which was that there had been a big increase in crewmembers feeling in need of a doctor or a counsellor.
"This new lifestyle is tiring," Deanna said. The counsellor was wearing a light blue dress, which was cut so that her ample cleavage could be seen. "I've already had two counselling sessions today."
Dr Crusher stared into her lover's eyes. "You'll get used to it," she said, "Breakfast with the captain sets me up for the day. It gives be the energy to do anything. Or anyone." The doctor winked. "What brings you here anyway. I thought we were fucking tonight. You haven't had a better offer have you?"
"No, not as such," Deanna took a deep breath, "I've booked Wesley in for a counselling session tonight. I thought you could help out."
Dr Crusher smiled. She had been gearing up to seduce her son all week. "That's a great idea. Let's arrange the details."
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Wesley Crusher, dressed in his grey uniform, pressed the panel on the side of the door to Counsellor Troi's quarters to let her know he had arrived. He wondered to himself why the counsellor had made this appointment. The acting ensign had always had a crush on his mother's friend and he always felt uncomfortable in her presence and he felt himself sweating at the thought of having a counselling session with her. The door opened.
"Come in Wesley," the counsellor said, warmly. "Take a seat."
Wesley swallowed nervously. The room was bathed in a soft light so that little was visible except the counsellor and the couch she sat upon. She wore the blue dress that accentuated her curves and showed off her great body. It was all he could do for Wesley not to stare at her breasts. "Th-Thanks, Counsellor," he said nervously, as he sat down on the couch next to her.
"Please, you're seventeen now, call me Deanna," the counsellor edged close to Wesley so that they were almost touching.
"Okay, coun...I mean, Deanna," Wesley could smell the sweet smell of her perfume such was their proximity.
"I've had reports from several young female crew members, Wesley. It seems you get around."
Wesley's eyes widened. He had had a number of sexual encounters with female crewmembers. He was mortified that the woman who he had always fantasised about knew his exploits. "I-I-I..." Wesley stammered.
"Shh, Wesley," Deanna whispered, "I'm not criticising you for it, I just want to let you know that if you want someone to give you some experience my door is always open."
Wesley stared in shock as Deanna pulled down the material of her dress to reveal her left breast. She began to softly stroke her perfect round breast in front of the young ensign. She tweaked her nipple that was already hardening. She lifted her head to look into Wesley's eyes, which were mesmerised by the sight of her naked breast.
"Would you like a taste," Deanna asked, seductively. Wesley nodded and leant down and began to suck on her nipple. "That's it, use your tongue as well."
Wesley began to flick out his tongue, as he felt that Deanna's nipple was becoming even harder. She moaned, softly.
A voice spoke up from the shadows. "You look like an expert at that."
The acting ensign jumped up from the couch in complete shock. "Mom, is that you?" he asked incredulously.
Beverley Crusher, the ships doctor and Wesley's mom, stepped out from the shadows. She was wearing nothing but a tiny black bra and matching lace panties. She glided into where her son was now standing and pushed her body onto his. They were of a similar height so there lips were inches away from each other and they could look into each other's eyes. Beverley held Wesley close to her with her hands on his ass.
"Wow, you must really like sucking tits," Beverley said.
Wesley realised his stick cock must be pushing into his mother. Although his mother was right that he had enjoyed playing with Counsellor Troi's breasts, he was now turned on by the closeness of his mother. He had always repressed his desire for his mother thinking himself a pervert. It was now obvious she felt the same way.
Beverley slowly moved her head forward the inches it took to press he lips onto her sons. As they kissed, Wesley felt a feeling like and electrical charge run through his body. Although, he had had numerous encounters before, none had felt like this.