        -BEVERLY'S HOLODECK FANTASY- 
           -A STAR TREK ADVENTURE-
		 By Ann Douglas
            E-mail: annd@pop.tiac.net


"........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 be 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


