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Anger, frustration, and heat are a powerful combination.
Wes knew if he didn't get out of here soon, he'd burst just from the friction of his uniform against his hardened cock.
"Wes, it no accident that I ran into you tonight." Deanna said with a smile. "I really didn't have any late night appointment."
"You didn't?" Wes replied, confused at her statement.
"I've been aware of your, shall we saw, desire to be more than just friends, for a long time now. And with you leaving for the Academy, I thought it might be a good idea for you to have a chance to get it out of your system. To be honest, I'm spent many nights wishing I could return your attentions."
For all of his much heralded intelligence, Wesley Crusher had no idea what he should say. A half hour ago, he wanted to roll naked on the decks with this beautiful woman. Now that she was offering herself to him, he felt a sudden hesitation. What would his mother think?
Deanna could sense his conflict, and knew that his mother was part of it. She knew, even if Wesley himself hadn't fully come to realize it as such, that the boy had a strong sexual desire for his mother. It wasn't that unusual for boys raised only by a single parent. Not that she blamed him either. Deanna had long ago developed feelings for Beverly Crusher, but the time to act on that affection wasn't yet right. She hadn't had a female lover since Tasha died. Eventually she would have to do something about it, but for now one Crusher at a time.
Finally concluding that Wesley would never take that first step, Deanna reached out and took him into her arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest as her mound fitted against his hardness. She lifted up his chin and kissed him softly.
"It's your choice, Wes." She whispered softly as she broke the kiss. "You can stay or go. If you want to go, we'll just forget this ever happened."
The Ensign looked into her big dark eyes, then down to the soft whiteness of her breasts. He thought about it for a second, then buried his face between that softness. A smile came to Deanna as she ran her fingers through his brown hair and softly stroked it. She kissed the top of his head, the around his ear. Finally she lifted his face from her breasts and kissed him firmly on the lips. In the deep recesses of her mind, she could feel the enormous release of desire from Wesley as the reality of his fantasy finally sank in.
Wesley's gray uniform was quickly discarded. Taking a few moments to fully appreciate his naked form, Deanna wasn't displeased. True, he was far less developed than Will Riker or most of the men she had known. But Wes has a certain charm all his own. His skin was smooth and hairless. Even around his manhood, the hair was short and sparse. Fully erect he stood about six and a half inches. Deanna gently ran her fingers along the length of his cock, then she took a firm grip on it and began to pump it.
Wesley closed his eyes and sighed in delight at the soft touch of the Counselor's hand. After only a dozen strokes he could already feel his boyjuices building up to an explosive climax. It was already too late to try and hold back. Another few moments and he would be filling Deanna's hand with his sticky seed.
The Ensign's brown eyes suddenly popped open in surprise as the Betazoid's gentle touch was abruptly replaced by something wet and warm. Looking down, Wesley found his cock engulfed by Deanna's soft red lips. The soothing pleasure of that mouth caused a shudder to run through his body. Followed seconds later by a powerful rush as his very essence ripped though his cock and discharged into her waiting mouth.
Continuing her sucking motion, Deanna seemed to draw every drop out of young Ensign Crusher.