Beverly’s Holodeck Fantasy 
		 By Ann Douglas


The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.




	"........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 hadn’t 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 nineteen, 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 far 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 boy’s 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 ecstasy 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 sent 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


 (c) Ann Douglas 1994

   
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