Title: MOMMIE DEAREST
Author: Sandy Claws ( sandyclaws@metva.com.au )
Series: TNG
Code: T/Lwaxana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... yada, yada, yada!
Warning: graphic sex
Archiving: FFF
Feedback: sandyclaws@metva.com.au
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
by Sandy Claws
Deanna Troi staggered out of bed, still half asleep.
"Coffee," she told the replicator. "Black. Double caf. Six sugars."
A cup of exceedingly dark coffee materialized.
It was equally bitter to taste.
Deanna hated mornings. Bad things always happened in mornings. Like Dominion attacks. They were always at dawn. That was how you knew that the Founders were despicable, rotten life forms, deep down: they got everyone out of bed at sparrow fart.
There was the usual beep-beep sound as the communicator switched on. Sighing, Deanna activated her communicator.
"Troi," she answered. This was the best she could do until the caffeine kicked in and her blood sugar level at least doubled.
"Office guest to see you," said the computer, succinct but enigmatic as ever.
"Enter," she replied, no less automatically.
Obviously another VIP. Picard usually hated dealing with guests, so he always had Counselor Troi do it. Apparently, it said "baby sitter" on her Star Fleet duty statement somewhere.
It would probably be a Ferengi trade delegate. Deanna detested them. They were ugly, they smelt bad, and they were horny to boot. They were always pinching her ass and fondling her tits and asking how much for a quick roll.
The worst thing about it all was, it had been so long since she'd gotten laid, this time she might just be inclined to let him do it.
It was much worse than that.
The door opened, and Deanna beheld the one official that Deanna dreaded most. The Ambassador at large for the government of Betazed, Daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed.
Deanna had another, shorter name for her.
"Mother..."
"Oh, come and kiss your mother, Little One."
Deanna kissed her mother full on the lips, ruefully noting as she did so that it was the closest thing to any kind of intimate contact with another person that she'd had for months. It felt good. Lwaxana Troi's lips were always full and moist and red, and very kissable.
Dealing with a telepath of Ambassador Lwaxana Troi's talents required far more than mere diplomacy. It mandated complete sincerity. Although, if you could fake that, you certainly had it made.
"You look good," Deanna told her. It was no lie. Her mother was wearing a long, full length evening dress, elegantly slit down both front and back. It left her shoulders completely bare, save for two thin straps which were all but completely decorative. Lace edges made it look much like lingerie. It was of a material akin to velvet, in the deepest, darkest shade of red imaginable, and would look sensational under the dim and flickering light of candles. Under the somewhat harsher artificial lights of the USS Enterprise, it perhaps looked altogether too dark but it still made quite an impression.
Deanna knew that her mother would not deign to wear underclothing, and she admired her all the more for it. Other women her age would look like sacks of potatoes without everything that moved secured and firmly strapped down. But Lwaxana looked good, carrying herself with a natural grace that allowed her body move to easily and sensuously.
Of course Deanna wouldn't think of wearing underwear either. Like her mother, she felt far more comfortable without it. There was a certain freedom in near nakedness. Beside, her cat suit was so tight that everyone would be able to see any underwear underneath. Not to mention the lack of unsightly stretch marks.
Deanna tried to block out the worst case conditions from her mind, like her mother having conducted some kind of a serial marriage with the Ferengi Grand Negus. This was just the sort of thing that her mother was wont to do. Marry the most exotic species that she could find -- she'd even married a Founder once -- and then leave everyone else to clean up the mess.
Now, if the Dominion could have just launched that all-out attack at dawn, Deanna noted, all of this unpleasant business could have been avoided.
Deanna wished she had that kind of luck.
Lwaxana lost no time in pouring a couple of highball glasses full of some grey-brownish elixer that she had brought on board. To her surprise, Deanna found that it tasted sensational. It was rich and creamy, with more than a hint of chocolate. Having drained half the glass, Deanna also concluded that it contained about ninety percent pure alcohol, with a lacing of some kind of hallucinogenic substance.
Before she could even put the glass down, Lwaxana asked Deanna why she wasn't getting any lately.
Some of the creamy chocolate liquor immediately went down the wrong way, splashing down the front of her cat suit.
Deanna knew that her mother would sooner or later sense this.
"Will and I have sort of separated at the moment. Will thinks that he should see other people."
"Any other people in particular?" asked Lwaxana, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, mostly new ensigns who are too inexperienced, too infatuated or too intimidated by his position as the ship's executive officer to resist his advances," Deanna observed wryly.
"And he hasn't been with you since?"
"Well, a couple of times. And he did invite me to a threesome with one of his new lovers a few weeks back, but the two of us hit it off so well, and enjoyed it so much that we sort of ignored Will. So he had her transferred to Deep Space Nine."
"Tsk, tsk," said Lwaxana, gently stroked Deanna's hair. "Poor baby. You need to get off."
"Don't I know it," agreed Deanna.
"Why don't you just take off your clothes and touch yourself while we talk?" suggested Lwaxana. It was a natural enough suggestion. On Betazed, there was completely sexual freedom, and children often masturbated in front of their parents.
"I've tried touching myself every night," Deanna sighed as she slid out of her cat suit and lay back naked on the bed next to her mother. "but somehow it just doesn't satisfy me. I wake up the next morning feeling just as horny as the night before."
"Ooooh!" exclaimed Lwaxana. "You shaved yourself!"
Deanna smiled. "Yes, I like the feel of it this way. It's so cool and smooth."
"Looks wonderful too," added Lwaxana. "You can see everything. And it looks so neat."
"Or perhaps because it makes me look younger?"
"Shhh," said Lwaxana, nibbling at Deanna's ear. "Just concentrate on touching yourself. Close your eyes and try to relax."
"Mother," she said softly. "Have you ever thought of making love with me?"
"Of course," replied Lwaxana, gently stroking Deanna's hair. "You've grown into a very beautiful woman. Why shouldn't I want to make love to you? Don't tell me that you're not attracted to other women?"
"No, of course not. That would be silly. I just love to have sex with other women. Don't get me started on how much!"
They both laughed at that. Then Deanna lowered her voice and went on: "But after all, you are my mother."
"Oh come on! You're not bothered by that are you? But that's the oldest, silliest, most outmoded taboo there is!"
Deanna sighed."I suppose you're right," she conceded thoughtfully. "And I do like an older woman. To tell you the truth, I've often fantasized about being your lover."
"Really?"
"Yes. I imagine myself all dressed up in a strapless ball gown, going arm in arm with you to a diplomatic reception. Everyone is smiling at us and acknowledging me as your lover. Then we dance together, spinning gracefully around the ball room."
"That would be wonderful," agreed Lwaxana.
"You could introduce me to everyone you meet as your new, young lover."
"Naturally."
"Of course, then I wouldn't be your daughter any more, I just be another one of your many lovers."
"Deanna, you'll always be my daughter," Lwaxana declared, nuzzling Deanna's neck in a manner that betrayed her desire.
"Yes, but I'm fast getting to be too old to be your lover!"
Lwaxana roared laughing.
Deanna pressed her lips to Lwaxana's and they kissed as lovers for the first time. Open mouthed with flailing tongues touching wildly. Passionately expressing their feelings for one another on an exciting new level.
"There's something else that I've been fantasizing about for a very long time," Deanna told her, tying back her hair. "Perhaps longer. Maybe since I was six."
"Oh? What's that, dear?"
Deanna gently swept her mother's dress up above her hips, revealing a vast expanse of rough, curly hair, like an overgrown jungle that all but hid her steamy, musty sex from view, and kissed her mother there, full on her luscious lips.
Smiling, she began to explore her mother's ample pussy with her tongue, probing and lapping at it like a cat with a saucer of rich cream.
Lwaxana spread her legs further and further apart, the more to accommodate her daughter's naughty tongue. Deanna could smell the heady scent of a mature woman, and taste here. Deanna probed deeper, sliding her tongue inside her mother's moist opening and exploring far inside. Touching Lwaxana in ways she had rarely experienced.
As Deanna homed in on her clit, Lwaxana found herself writhing with pleasure. She found herself thrusting her hips towards Deanna's sweet face, pressing her clit hard against that saucy tongue.
She slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, revealing her fulsome breasts, which she offered to Deanna in exchange for prolonging her pleasure.
Deanna looked up with an angelic grin, and took the proffered nipple in her mouth, sucking like a babe once more.
Lwaxana, delirious with joy, kissed her sweet daughter on the top of the head, and told her how very much she loved her. Deanna responded with another kiss on the lips, even more open and lustful than ever before.
Then she returned once again to the center of mother's ecstatic pleasure. Lwaxana gripped her child's hand tightly. Once again, she began writhing uncontrollably, caught in the grip of their conjugal rapture. threw her head back, and pinched her own nipples, savoring the pain that kept her from tottering over the brink, but ultimately only heightened the sensation.
Yet adoring, sweet Deanna kept licking, pressing her tongue insistently against Lwaxana's hot, swollen clit. It was like riding a wave, as her mother's body convulsed with contractions driving her inexorably to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Subjected to a pleasure so overwhelming, Lwaxana writhed wildly, thrashed about, gritted her teeth, pinched her nipples, moaned and bit down on the pillow before ultimately succumbing to the unstoppable fury within her.
When it subsided, she gazed again into the eyes of her coquettish daughter and kissed her again.
They remained that way for some time, wantonly exploring each other's mouths, running their tongues together, and over each other's teeth, before Lwaxana finally regained the energy to swap places with her darling daughter.
Then she began anew, licking Deanna's lovely pussy, which was as smooth and hairless as the day she was born.
She started with those delicious labia. They were moist with Deanna's juices, which tasted sweet as honey. She spread her legs wide, inviting her mother to partake of this feast of her smooth, tender flesh, while she joyfully sucked her thumb to control her reactions.
Lwaxana began flicking her tongue to and fro across Deanna's clit, and then up and down, gradually increasing in pressure and pace in as controlled manner as she could under the circumstances. Slowly, her tonguing increased in energy until she was in a wild frenzy, shaking her head violently from side to side and up and down as she lapped like a dog.
All the while Deanna slid into the same enchanted abyss that had swallowed up her mother minutes before, only faster, as Deanna welcomed it with a total willingness to turn herself over to reckless abandon.
Finally, she started to scream out loud, welcoming the intense erotic release that came from a thunderous orgasm that shook her to the core.
Still, it was several minutes before Lwaxana stopped slurping blissfully at Deanna's lovely, sweet parts, whose taste was as fresh and delicate as the nectar of an orchid.
"Perhaps my new lover would like to accompany me to a mud bath," Lwaxana suggested at last. "She could continue to captivate me there."
"I'd love to... but I have to work," Deanna sighed, her whole body still throbbing.
"What if you had a note from your mother?"
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(c) Sandy Claws (2001)