Star Trek a Holodeck Fantasy
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" ... 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 extraordinarily 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's 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 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 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 lose herself in the fantasy.
"I thought Deanna Troi was your ideal, 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 close 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.
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