Wesley stumbled into sickbay, leaning against the wall to steady himself, his other hand nursing his groin. Despite his pain he stopped in the doorway and checked to make sure that sickbay was deserted. Through the window, he could see Dr.
Crusher working in her office. With a final look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming, he stepped inside the room and tapped the wall panel so that the door locked.
He walked slowly and deliberately towards the office, keeping one hand always nursing his crotch. "Mom," he called out.
"I think I need your help." Dr. Crusher looked up absently from her console. When see saw the look of pain on her son's face she leapt out of her seat and rushed to him. Grabbing his shoulders she asked, "What's the matter, Wesley? Are you okay?" "I need to sit down.
Help me to the bio-bed." Wesley put his free arm over his mother's shoulder and she helped him over to the bed. Gingerly, he sat up on it and winced. "Wesley, what's wrong?" she asked urgently. Dr. Crusher was looking him up and down for injuries.
Her eyes came to rest on his delicate area. "Did you pull your groin muscle?" Wesley turned red. "I don't know Mom. Its so embarrassing. It hurts." "Well what kind of a pain is it?" Wesley, slowly removed his hand as his mom lifted her medical tricorder towards the area of concern. "Does it sting?" "No. Its more of a throb. It gets worse and then better." Dr. Crusher waved the device all around and stared at the results in irritation. "I can't detect any problem." Wesley pulled a face and dug both hands into the cushioned surface of the bed.
"Trust me," he said through gritted teeth. "There's a problem." Dr. Crusher pondered for a moment. Then it was her turn to go red.
"I'm not sure how to ask this?" she hesitated. "Were you doing anything. unusual with it?" "OF COURSE NOT!" "I'm sorry honey. But I'm not sure what's wrong. Boys your age." Wesley's face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Dr. Crusher sighed and put her hand on his shoulder. She leaned in conspiratorially. "When your father was assigned to the transporter, he told me he used to take off his pants and swing it in and out of the matter stream." "MOM!" "It made him tingle." She couldn't help but laugh as she thought about Jack.
"Oh, Wesley. You are so much like him." "Not like that! I swear I never dicked the transporter!" "I believe you." Beverly didn't know what to do. The tricorder wasn't picking anything up and her son was in obvious distress. On the one hand she wanted - needed - to help him. On the other, she couldn't stand the thought of embarrassing him further. In the end her medical instincts just took over. "Take your pants off," she said matter of factly. "NO." "I'm sorry but it's the only way.
Don't be embarrassed. Its nothing I haven't seen before." Wesley looked as though he may have refused. But finally the pain got the better of him and he capitulated. With his mother's help, he slowly pulled off his pants and his jocks. "Now spread your legs and lean back." "Is this really necessary?" "Yes, now do as you're told." Wesley harrumphed and leaned back. Dr. Crusher knelt in front of him and leaned in for a good look.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "What's wrong?" Wesley was scared. "Wesley, your. your. your penis and your scrotum are swollen!' "Swollen?" Wesley looked down.
"No they're not." "Honey trust me. They should not be this big." "They're always that big." "Wesley I know boys like to brag. But the most impressive set of reproductive organs I've ever examined belong to Lieutenant Worf and he's not half this size!" "Mom, I'm telling you.
Its normal." Dr. Crusher took a good hard look. His balls were enormous and red. His dick must have been ten inches long. And it wasn't even erect.
She realised as she looked at him that she hadn't seen him naked since he started to mature physically. Maybe it was some sort of genetic anomaly. God knows he didn't get it from his father. Crusher sighed again as she realised this was the closest she had been to a dick in years.
"Mom," Wesley's whiny tone snapped her back to reality. She realised she had been staring and felt embarrassed. But he didn't seem to be complaining of pain.
"Is the pain gone since you took your pants off?" "Um yeah. Mostly." "Is it sensitive to touch? More than usual?" She carefully reach out and ran a finger along his huge hairless scrotum.
"AHHH!" he screamed. Before she knew what was happening his dick had sprang to life and smacked her in the face. She reeled back. "It hurts. IT HURTS!" he cried.
She started to panic. His breathing was strained and his balls were turning blue. "What should I do?" "I don't know." Without even thinking she reached out and grasped his member which was now well over a foot long and wider than she could get her whole hand around. "How does it feel when I apply pressure." She squeezed his dick as hard as she could. His breathing started to return to normal.
The purple hue was leaving his sack. She released her grip. "DON'T LET GO!" he screamed. She grabbed his prick and held it tighter than before.
"That's better," Wesley said and breathed a sigh of relief. * * * Ten minutes later Dr. Crusher was still holding her son's knob. She didn't know what else to do but her hand was getting sore. Wesley hadn't said anything but the pain was slowly building.
Strange thoughts were beginning to come to him. Thoughts that he denied again and again. What he was thinking was wrong. But somehow he knew it would take away the pain. He noticed his mother's grip slackening. "Mom!" "I'm sorry Wesly but my hand is sore. I have to let go." "No!" "Just for a minute." "NO!" Wesley went wild as he felt her grip slackening.
The pain was excruciating as his mom slowly let go. "I said no!" he yelled. As she pulled her hand away he snatched at her wrists and held them tight.
As he pulled her back towards him, she momentarily lost her balance and fell face first onto his cock. It stabbed her in the cheek.
He pushed her head away and forced both her hands around his dick, holding them in place with his own. "What are you doing?!" Dr Crusher could not believe what was happening. "I'm sorry Mom. It's the only way." With his hands clamped tight around hers, Wesley started drawing his hands up and down along his shaft.
If she had been thinking about it - which she was not - Dr. Crusher might have now estimated his size as a good fourteen inches.
She was too shocked to really think about it, but it was surprising how vigorously he worked her hands. Whereas before, the slightest touch seemed to hurt unbearably, it was now a case of the harder the better. With her hands clasped almost tight enough to break her fingers, he jerked them up to the tip of his throbbing prick and then slammed them down again until they virtually disappeared into his enormous ball sack. This went on for several minutes with Dr.
Crusher too stunned to fight him off. For his part Wesley occasionally groaned or muttered, "Oh yeah," and insisted on keeping eye contact which was extremely disturbing. She could begin to comprehend, let alone articulate, how wrong this was. And in his eyes she saw a glimmer of s omething she had never seen before. Madness. * * * He continued working his mother's hands, forcing her to jerk him off, but the little voice in his head told him that this would not continue to satisfy him indefinitely.
"Oh mom," he said with a wicked grin. "Be a good doctor and open up your mouth." Dr Crusher looked more horrified than ever. "No." She tried to pull away as he released his grip on her hands, but he quickly had her by her long, luxurious red hair and pulled her towards his cock as she cried in pain and fear.
As his tip touched her lips, she realised what was about to happen and clamped her mouth shut. Wesley's long hard cock prodded and poked at her lips but could not get through. In frustration he was pulling her hair harder and harder as he stabbed her chin and her cheek bones. His dick felt like solid rock. A jab to the nose made her cry out and in that moment Wesley slipped his prick between his mother's full sensual lips and began ramming it down her mouth.
In desperation, she sunk her teeth into his meat as hard as she could. She felt sure she must be drawing blood. "Oh YEAH!" he screamed. "That's how I likes it. Rough!" She gave up. He was deranged. She didn't know what was happening to him but her son Wesley was out of control and going to rape her. As a kind of hopeless acceptance sunk in, Dr. Crusher slowly went limp only half aware of what Wesley was doing to her. Wesley, on the other hand, had never been more animated.
He rode his mother's mouth like a bucking bronco, her hair were his reins as he whooped and hollered in delight. "Yeah. Take it bitch. Suck it! Come on. Take it. You love it don't you?" In a state of frenzy, he grabbed Dr. Crusher behind the head and slowly drew her towards the base of his cock. As it slid down her soft throat, inch by inch, she broke into a choking sob and the contraction of her throat only excited him more. Each time he forced her down upon him he drove her closer and closer to taking his entire manhood down the back of her throat.
Dr. Crusher's mind was in another place. Her thoughts flittered through a dozen mundane subjects: the last time she had made love to Jack sprang to mind. The Starfleet penalty for raping another officer. She could see a cross section of the human throat from one of her journals and imagined with horror the damage her son might be doing to her right now.
Somewhere among these thoughts it registered with her that Wesley finally had his entire fourteen inches down her throat. Having done this, he momentarily released his grip on her head and she instinctively pulled up. As she worked his cock out of her throat, he let her get almost to the end before slamming it back down again.
Dr Crusher gagged hard and as Wesley choke-fucked her a veritable waterfall of saliva began to teem out of her mouth and down her face. It was sticky and unrelenting. Wesley noticed it as a large stain began to form on her shirt.
"Oh my God," he laughed out loud. "You actually go for this don't you?" Only in her wildest dreams could she have had a free mouth to reply. "You're fucking drooling over it. You can't get enough!" Wesley shook his head in disbelief. "You fucking whore. Geordi was right.
You're a fucking hooch!" Dr. Crusher didn't even know what that meant! "I guess what he says is right: Women is nothin' but bitches and hoes. The only thing they got worth having, is their holes." This apparent revelation about his mother seemed to enraged Wesley. He choke fucked her harder and harder until she though she would pass out. A gallon of saliva stained the front of her uniform right through and Wesley could see her ample breasts tucked inside her jumpsuit.
He made sure he had a real firm grip on the back of her head and holding her in place, he reached down with his free hand and unzipped her shirt to the waist, exposing her pointy breasts within their Starfleet issue brassier.
He roughly grapped it and tore it free, her breasts bounced lightly up and down as they were freed. Roughly groping a breast he continued face-fucking her. She approximated a cry as his grip on her chest became tighter and tighter.
She could swear her breast was bruising as he kneaded it in his rough fingers. * * * After what seemed to her like hours, Wesley pulled his cock out of her mouth. As she experimented with opening and closing her aching jaw, he slapped her across the face with his prick, catching her once in the eye. She winced. "You love this don't you?" he yelled at her. "You really get off on how much this is hurting me." He gestured at his dick.
Hurting you? she thought but said nothing. The fear left her eyes to be replaced by tears as she cried and cried. "At least its over," she whispered to herself. Unfortunately for her, Wesley heard. "Oh its not over. Its not over by a long way. Stand up." Dr. Crusher was sprawled on the sickbay floor in front of him and felt like a puppet with her strings cut. "I cant move." "Really?" Wesley grabbed her by her now tangled hair and began to lift her up.
She screamed and quickly jumped to her feet to avoid more pain. He walked towards her and reached hungrily for her tits which were now swollen and red. He pinched them cruelly and squeezed them in his large palms like a couple of stress balls.
Dr. Crusher kept her eyes fixed on the floor but did not move away. "Look at me bitch." She quickly looked him straight in the eye, terrified of what he might do to her. His gaze was piercing and hungry and she could barely make eye contact for the shame she felt of being raped brutally by her own son. "Take off your clothes." Her heart sunk and she got a sick feeling in her stomach but she pulled down her jumpsuit and stepped out of it without hesitation.
She stood before him, hands on hips, in only her underwear. "Take off your panties. Come on. I haven't got all day!" She pulled down her pants and exposed her neatly trimmed auburn triangle of bush.
Wesley reach towards her pussy and ran his hands along her bush like he was patting a dog. "Oh boy," he said to himself. "I'm going to ruin that." * * * Before he knew what was happening, Crusher made a break for it.
She dashed naked to the far wall and slammed her hand down on the panel. She screamed into the communicator. "Crusher to." and then before she knew what was happening she felt her head hit the floor. She was half aware of being dragged along the ground back to the bio-bed and thrown carelessly upon it.
"Now," Wesley said with a chuckle. "Lie back and spread your legs." Crusher bit her lip in anticipation as Wesley slowly forced her legs apart.
He poked experimentally at her pussy with his finger. It felt large and coarse as it wormed its way between her tight dry lips. "Well.
It has been a while, hasn't it?" He held back as if enjoying the fear and anticipation in his mother's eyes. Then without further hesitation he took hold of his throbbing tool and stabbed it hard into her pussy. She screamed as he forced his fat prick into her tiny dry twat.
It had been so long since she had had sex, she felt like a virgin. And he was tearing her apart. His dick was slightly lubricated with her own spit but even so his enormous engorged member felt like a railroad spike being thrust into her. She cried out again and again, but it only seemed to make him more excited as he pummeled her twat senseless.
His giant balls slapped against her quivering lips and even they were stinging. Wesley was having the time of his life. He grabbed his mother's legs, forcing them higher and higher into the air so that he could go deeper. He knew she was pretty flexibly having formerly danced and done gymnastics, but honestly he couldn't have cared if he had broke the things off. Leaning all his weight against her legs now he pushed them further and further towards Dr Crusher's face as he dicked her mercilessly.
Hoping to stop his roughness and remembering an old gymnastics tricked, she held her legs and pulled them back until they were neatly tucked beneath her arm pits. Her ankles were now mere inches from her face as concentrated on her breathing and tried to ignore the pain.
* * * Wesley bucked and writhed for several more minutes, all the while telling her what a dirty slut she was and how much she was clearly enjoying all this. The boy was delirious. Crusher was sure this was not her son. Something was controlling his behavior. While she pondered this, she failed to notice that he had pulled out of her and was standing back. With barely restrained joy she begged, "Are you done?" "Done?
DONE?! I'm just warming up mommy." He leaned in close and holding her face drove his tongue down her throat. As he passionately slurped at her face bile rose up in her throat as she realised that this simple act was the the most disgusting thing yet.
She could feel his throbbing prick poking at her stomach as he continued tonguing her. Then a beep erupted from the far wall and Wesley jumped back in fear. The captain's voice floated through the comm. "Doctor Crusher. Please report to the bridge." "Thank God," Crusher said. "If you don't let me go they'll come looking for me." "SHIT!" Wesley lunged at her in a murderous rage and slapped her several times hard across the face. She sobbed but could only roll back and forth as her legs were still behind her ears.
"You're right. We're going to have to cut this short." She giggled despite herself in relief. "But first," he bent down to her crotch and spat all over it. "A little something to remember me by." He roughly worked his spit all over and she knew with horror it was not her pussy he was lubricating but her virgin asshole.
He jammed a finger into her hole and she shivered with pain. "Good enough!" His mouth watered as he looked at her luscious ass and he could not help but slap her thighs a couple of times just to see the flesh gently wobble.
Then suddenly, brutally he held his cock and thrust the great purple head into her ass. Nothing happened. "Holy shit! You're so tight I can't get it in." He spat again and worked his finger into her tiny brown hole.
When he had made a little progress he jammed his dick into her puckered anus and got most of the head in. Dr. Crusher wailed she never before. The burning and tearing feeling was unbearable. Wesley laughed. "Now maybe you'll appreciate what I'm going through, you fuckin' whore slut!" He jammed another couple of inches up her shitter and satisfied that it was about as far as he was going to get, began working his shaft in and out of her incredibly tight butt.
The agony just made her clench tighter and after half a dozen stroked Wesley's balls started to contract and he could feel an enormous rush of cum making its way up his cock. He quickly pulled out and held it to his mother's face. "Get ready.
Here it comes." Both Crushers screamed in union as a stream of hot thick snot burst from Wesley's cock and sprayed Dr.
Crusher's tangled hair. The second shot got her square in the mouth and satisfied with his aim, Wesley shot off a dozen or so spurts square between his mother's lips.
To stunned to swallow or spit it out, Beverly sat, her mouth forming an `O' as it filled with hot sperm. When it started to gush down her chin, she swallowed instinctively and regretted it as her stomach churned. Finally satisfied Wesley rubbed his still hard, still oozing cock over every inch of her lovely face.
The next thing she knew, he was dressed and gone. Dr. Crusher huddled on the bio-bed in a ball, a finger gently prodding her asshole to see if it was okay. Despite her ordeal she seemed to be in one piece.
With relief she drifted into merciful unconsciousness. To be continued.