4731J-3 Ch. 02

With an effort, he banished a topless mental image of his mother from his mind, returning to the fact that Ogawa had wanted him to take his pants off. Looking ahead, he practically drooled over the petit woman's tight posterior, the way the backs of her wet panties were working their way into the crack...

Wesley's hand stole inside his pants, grasping his straining Johnson. It had never been so big and hard in his life, and he thrilled to this as he began stroking himself. The worst thing was that he could obviously have Ogawa, that he didn't even have to be masturbating, but that was way beyond Starfleet ethics, and his mother... those little titties with their hypnotizing erect nipples...

And then Ogawa and Troi stopped. Wesley stopped as well, still slowly pumping himself as he quietly moaned. He was afraid they'd turn around and catch him, but he couldn't stop himself. By the time Ogawa laughingly flung Councillor Troi's dress away, he couldn't have stopped himself even if they did turn and catch him. He had to cum.

"Aww!" he quietly gasped as the first shot soiled his underwear. "Uhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmmm..."

A few seconds later, Ogawa and Troi continued on, leaving the councillor's dress behind. Wesley also got moving again, stumbling a little at first but soon able to at least think clearer. Noting that he was still rock hard and super sensitive, he wondered how long this clarity would last.

"I-I'm having problems," Deanna later explained to Beverly.

It was during their first break of the day. The water had been getting thicker, but no deeper, so their progress wasn't slowed too badly and Beverly felt alright about that. At the moment, however, she was busy staring at Deanna's garters and nearly exposed chest. It wasn't that her boobs were overly large, but they tended to look that way, especially in the blue, supportive cammie that was cut drastically low to allow for the low cut dress she'd been wearing. Her fat, fully erected nipples were stunningly prominent in the blue material, but just as eye catching was how she'd located her three pips to the right side of her garter belt, her com badge on the left. In a professional sense, it somehow seemed shameful, but it was also sexy as hell and Beverly couldn't deny it.

"Oh?" Crusher asked, vaguely wishing her own breasts were larger.

"I... I'm having trouble locking out everyone's emotions, and everyone's emotions are... unfortunately, very pleasing."

"I understand," Beverly uncomfortably assured. "We're all doing the best we can, and you've been holding up very well."

"Thank you, Beverly."

"Uh, there was actually something I wanted to talk to you about."

"M-hm?"

Leaning forward, Beverly planted a soft, lingering kiss on Deanna's lips. Deanna was shocked, blinking in confusion as Beverly pulled away, explaining herself with a smile.

"That was for helping out with Ogawa this morning."

Deanna could only stare at her colleague, speechless until Beverly slowly realized what she'd done.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, I... I was thinking I could kiss you this morning, and so I... wh-?"

"It's alright," Deanna took her turn to assure, though still mentally shaking off the kiss. "I understand. Beverly, we're all being affected by this."

"But I... kissed you. On the lips. Oh my god, I..."

"Beverly... It's alright."

"It-it is?"

"Yes. Anyway, I... enjoyed it."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Well... Should I do it again?"

In contrast to the night before, Wesley was trying to keep his eyes away from Nurse Ogawa, who was constantly looking at him. If she was at least somehow out of his mother's line of sight, he could go to her and... who knew what? He'd already masturbated in his underwear three times that day, and it wasn't as though his imagination didn't have any ideas, but a virgin's fantasy was a lot more timid in reality.

A casual look to his right provided him with a stunning new and unfortunate masturbation fantasy as he watched lingerie clad Deanna Troi and his mother passionately making out.

"Wow!" he breathed.

His mother's eyes were closed and her tongue tickled Troi's lips until the councillor parted them to let it in. When Beverly opened her eyes, they met those of her sons, but it took another few seconds for what he was watching to register in her mind.

Wesley hurriedly looked in the opposite direction just as Crusher jerked away from Troi with an alarmed expression. He was still trying to process this when T'vor sat in the mud beside him with a grin. This in itself was just enough to get his mind mostly away from his mother's naughty behaviour, also prompting a question he'd been asking himself of late.

"What kind of Vulcan smiles?"

"A half Human one." T'vor easily replied.

"Oh. I didn't know."

"Why should you?"

He shrugged, casually looking over her body even though she watched him do it. She didn't seem to mind.

"Did you grow up on Vulcan?"

"I moved there when I was ten. My mother insisted."

"She was Vulcan," Wesley assumed.

"Yes."

"So... you don't follow the dictates of logic?"

"I do to an extent."

"And you smile."

"Sometimes I want to. It would be illogical to refrain," she imparted with another smile. "Have you ever heard of Sybok?"

"Ambassador Spok's brother?"

T'vor's brow raised in surprise as she said, "I'm impressed, Mr. Crusher. That is not generally known."

"Wasn't he in favour of exploring Vulcan emotions?"

"He was, and he did. He was incredible. I've been studying his life and teachings."

After a pause, Wesley asked, "Do you really think it'll take the Enterprise a month to find us?"

"At most. Two weeks at least, and if we can't use the emergency beacon..."

"Maybe never," Wesley murmured.

"We are nowhere near where they would expect us to be," she pointed out, more serious now, more Vulcan.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, though not of her in particular.

"Your mother has hope," T'vor said.

"I don't think my mother's thinking clearly."

"Why do you say this?"

" ... Never mind," he said as Councillor Troi approached.

Troi's eyes apologetically molested T'vor's body as she knelt in the mud opposite them. Then, with a guilty smile, her attention transferred to Wesley, whose eyes were helplessly glued to the councillor's uplifted cleavage as she began speaking.

"Wesley, I wanted to speak with you about what's been happening. As you're probably aware, we've all been acting a little..."

"Slutty," T'vor finished.

"Yes, thank you, Ensign. We've all been acting a little slutty, some of us more than others, and I want you to know that it's okay to feel..."

"Horny," T'vor supplied.

"Yes. It's perfectly alright if you get horny. I mean, it's expected. As you know, it's being caused by the plasmic energy in the mist, so should you get an erection, we women completely understand and..."

"Love it," T'vor leered.

"Lo- ... Ensign T'vor!" Troi protested, but with a smile for the Vulcan beauty.

T'vor only continued to leer, now at Deanna's chest.

Looking back to Wesley, Troi struggled, "Uh, I just wanted- Your mother wants us all to try to act decently, even though we're all feeling so slutty. Sooo..."

After an awkward moment of silence, Deanna smiled uncomfortably, wondering if Wesley was thinking of how she and his mother had been making out.

"Hi!" Alyssa gushed, suddenly kneeling beside Troi in the muck, knees spread as she looked hungrily at Wesley's pelvis. "Hi, Wesley. Would you like me to take your pants off now?"

As Beverly watched, she wondered why Troi hadn't taken Wesley aside for this. Was it really appropriate for her to have the conversation she'd sent her to have with her son while T'vor was present? For the most part, both ensigns seemed intent on ogling the attractive Betazoid's chest but, though she couldn't hear what was being said, it looked to be going well. With any luck, neither she nor her son would do anything to embarrass themselves in front of each other before they were rescued, or dead from dehydration.

As for what had happened between her and Deanna, Beverly hadn't a clue as to how to explain herself. She'd never had any leanings towards her own sex, but it was impossible to deny that she'd found the experience very enjoyable. And Wesley catching her making out with another woman wasn't too bad. Was it?

Becoming aroused at the memory of making out with Troi, she nonetheless wondered at what he must have been thinking as he was watched. Had he been emotionally traumatized by the sight of his mother engaging in what amounted to lesbian foreplay? When Alyssa joined the others, Beverly thought nothing of it, watching the four converse until she began pulling her son's pants down.

"(!!)"

By the time Beverly got there, Wesley's pants were already gone, flung away by a giggling Ogawa as Troi's wide eyes beheld the nurse without having intervened. He was wearing a pair of white briefs, his pubic growth, balls and hardened, eight inch Johnson easily visible through the wet garment.

To Ogawa, It was magnificent.

Troi looked up at Crusher's arrival, her expression unreadable to the doctor as she grappled with her own suddenly raging hormones.

"Mom, she-"

"I think we should get moving now," Crusher interrupted.

"Sir, should you not remove your uniform now?" T'vor asked her.

She was the last person left wearing one and, suddenly, it did seem silly that she was. It was so hot, and she knew she'd move through the thickening water easier without it, but it seemed so...

"Yes, Beverly," Troi encouraged. "Take off your uniform. It's alright."

Then Ogawa was on her feet and by her side, helping her by pulling the zipper of her uniform all the way down to her navel. Wesley watched wide eyed and slack jawed while Ogawa then pulled the top of her uniform open from behind, exposing her braless, A cup breasts with their dark red, incredibly erect nipples.

"Oh my god, Wesley," Crusher breathed.

"Doctor," T'vor said with a smirk, "You're not wearing a bra."

She wanted to move away, or at least tell Wesley to look away, but was unable to speak, move, or take her eyes from him as he watched Ogawa pull her uniform from her shoulders and down her upper body. T'vor reached over and began stroking his penis through his briefs as her sciences blue panties came into view. As dismayed as she was, a part of her took it as a great compliment when he came with a cry in his underwear.

You're a real slut, Dr. Crusher

Beverly's mind was awhirl. At times, she wasn't even sure what had happened, but then her memory would come back, allowing her to recall how she simply stood there, watching T'vor jerking her son off while he watched her being disrobed. The memory of his impressive member twitching and spurting over and over in his wet briefs kept replaying itself in her mind until she thought she might go mad.

But Wesley's orgasm was bigger than the doctor. All four women stared in numb fascination as it happened. Moments after he was finished, the three other women got to their feet, shamefully aware that something extremely inappropriate had taken place as they walked to the edge of the mud island to slip into the oozing water without a splash, or looking at Beverly.

But it wouldn't end there. Beverly had seen that, had seen the look in Ogawa's eye as that line had been crossed with her son. She would be back for more, and it was all T'vor's fault.

Beverly looked up, angrily admiring the young woman's posterior for the thousandth time, the way her equipment belt hung at an angle at the top of her hips, and her strong, bare back...

Giving her head a shake, she almost sobbed aloud. How could she preserve her command of the group with her mind in a quagmire that seemed deeper than the swamp they were wading through?

For Wesley, as ultimately humiliating and disturbing as it was to have ejaculated while watching Nurse Ogawa peel his mother's uniform off, the way they'd gotten up and left without a word was worse. They'd left him there with his mother, standing topless and in her panties as she stared dumbfounded at his spent member. There was a wide gap at the top of her thighs, and he remembered staring at that. He'd also openly stared at her little tits with their amazing nipples and, as if that weren't bad enough, the memory excited him as much as it shamed and disturbed him. He could see her ahead in the line, beyond Troi and Ogawa, following T'vor. Even from the rear, he could make out that intoxicating gap between her thighs.

Angrily, he directed his gaze down. What was wrong with him? It was one thing to stare at Troi, even now that she was running around almost naked, but his own mother?

But the constant thought that she was walking along topless kept driving his hormones just the same, so he resolved to think about something else, anything else. When he came upon a blue bra floating in the thick water, he quickly decided on what that would be.

Troi elected to walk by herself this time. While the others weren't nearly far enough away for distance to cancel out their unfiltered sexual broadcast, it helped a little to not be right beside Alyssa. The woman was an erotic reactor, constantly irradiating Troi with intense arousal. Walking spaced out between her and Wesley was a little better, though it did allow certain troubling thoughts to surface, such as how much fun she'd had kissing Beverly. She wondered what it would be like to kiss strong, confident T'vor, the noble, half naked warrioress. She wondered what it would be like if T'vor sat on her face.

With a flush, Deanna gave her head a little shake, smiling sheepishly. What was she thinking? She'd never had feelings like that for a patient. It was wrong. It was unprofessional and unethical.

Troi was at first surprised when she came upon the blue Federation issue bra floating in the water, this being the last place she'd ever expect to find such an item until she realized where it had to have come from. Looking ahead, Deanna saw what rationale predicted she would, that being Nurse Ogawa's bare back. Much like the wild thought of what it might be like if T'vor were to sit on her face, it was very exciting.

It wasn't so much Wesley himself that Ogawa cared about. It was only his cock. He had the only one in the group and, as much as Ogawa liked him as a person, she only wanted him for that nice, ever hard tool and, in effect, he was nothing more than its life support system. That she only wanted to use him made her giggle to herself as she walked, blessedly topless with her perky, C cup breasts bouncing and jiggling as happily as she was. Chances were that once he saw her topless, he'd be all over her, possibly forcing that wonderful cock right into her mouth, then up inside her pussy, and then maybe even all the way up her tight little virgin anus if he wanted. The only thing that might hold him back was his mother...

An hour later, and with Beverly's help, Councillor Troi balanced precariously between two mud islands, feet spread as she attempted to gain the surface of the one on her right. Trusty T'vor was already on the desired island, holding her hand and giving her an encouraging smile. Beverly was below, standing in what had become gel while holding her thighs, looking up at her fully exposed ass and the pussy that loaded the crotch of her thong, shiny wet with the gel water.

Her son stood behind her with now topless Ogawa, probably watching as a particularly thick clot of gel water ran from Troi's pussy to splatter on his mother's upturned face. When Troi suddenly upended with a scream, T'vor came down with her and the three of them plunged beneath the surface, coming back up spitting gel water a moment later. Once they'd wiped the brackish substance from their faces, the group became silent, and the three dunked women soon understood why.

The gel now covered them, a thick, viscous layer running down their bodies to leave a shiny residue behind. Deanna stared at beautiful T'vor, shiny, slippery and so sexy in every way. Once again, the Vulcan had been there to help, gently encouraging her. While she still couldn't read any emotion from her, it was clear that the young woman liked her in some way, and Troi couldn't help but appreciate that.

At the moment though, young T'vor was staring at her councillor's chest, an odd expression in her sharp features that prompted Deanna to look down. She was surprised to find that her cammie was full of the gel water, which was much more gel by this point than water. Because of this, the substance couldn't drain through the fabric as it had when the ratio of water was higher, and none of the group seemed to have any problems with getting an eyeful of this noteworthy sight, including Beverly.

"Allow me to help, Councillor," T'vor offered.

Troi sucked in a short, sharp breath as T'vor began wiping the goo down from the top of her chest, over her breasts and down to her bare stomach. It wasn't very ethical, or professional, but the fact that it was Ensign T'vor who was publicly groping her made it possible to accept them as the helping hands they'd been advertised as. But then T'vor's hands began delving into her cleavage. As the other's watched with rapt sexual attention, T'vor's strong, yet feminine hands explored the confines of her cammie, roaming where they pleased, grabbing what they willed.

"Mmm... Uh, Ensign, I... uhh..."

As good as it felt and as much as she liked the idea of who was doing it, she reminded herself again that this was a public display, the kind of display they were supposed to be trying to avoid, so she was nonetheless relieved when Beverly stepped forward. But instead of putting a stop to it, she only leaned forward and pressed her lips to Deanna's.

"Mmm! Mm! ... Mmm-mmm..."

The red headed doctor didn't let up, offering her tongue as one of T'vor's hands found its way down the front of Troi's panties.

"Huu-uull- ummmm!" Troi responded, her pelvis humping T'vor's hand without any conscious decision to do so. "Mmm! Mmm! ... Uuul- ummmm..."

Dr. Crusher knew better than to be participating in this. She tried to think of Wesley, if not her morals, tried to resist what seemed a perfect opportunity to explore further the pleasurable act of making out with Troi. But what Wesley might be thinking of her just then was a foggy second to her sudden need to satisfy the curiosity that hers and the Councillors actions back at the mud island had created.

And Wesley knew that he should be breaking this up. He shouldn't allow this to go on. Once they were rescued- provided they weren't all dead long before that could happen- and back aboard the Enterprise where life would be supposedly back to normal, all the survivors would thank him for it. It was his duty as a Starfleet Officer, even if only an acting one. They mightn't ever forgive him if he didn't. But without even realizing it, Wesley's hand had found his balls. He was softly caressing them as he watched, astounded as his half naked mother took part in her first lesbian experience. He was unable to put a stop to this enrapturing scene for fear he'd never forgive himself if he did. But then, the fact still remained that all this was so wrong. The very worst thing about it, even worse than not putting a stop to it, was watching his mother and-

He turned to his left, fixing a desperate look on the object he'd been thinking about earlier, the one who should be thanking him for her life. Ogawa looked back at him with her bubbly smile, and it seemed like a dream when he grabbed her breast.