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Disclaimer: Star Trek - The Next Generation belongs to Paramount Television
and the estate of Mister Gene Roddenberry himself. This story is
not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 12/20/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mind control, incest, voyeurism, female solo sex, male solo sex,
interracial sex, male/female sex, strong language

Category: Het

Pairing: Deanna (as Lwaxana)/Ian

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: While the USS Enterprise is on course to the planet Betazed, a
saddened Deanna Troi stares at her mother's lifeless body and wishes to see
how much Lwaxana loves her father so much.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on the obituary that I had found in
today's edition of The Plain Dealer of Majel Roddenberry -- who had died on
December 18th, 2008 at age 76 of leukemia -- and a Marina Sirtis Fake by an
artist named Jerry Lee and an answer to one of PEJA's Story/Word Prompt
Challenges.

Dedication: Majel Barrett Roddenberry 1932-2008! May the 'First Lady of Star
Trek' rest in peace! -- ATK 2008
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Star Trek - The Next Generation: A Walk In My Mother's Shoes
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It had began in the 24th Century within the bridge aboard the Galaxy-class
starship known as the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D)in which a concerned Captain
Jean-Luc Picard had turned his eyes toward the sadness on the face of his
executive officer whose name happens to be Commander William T. Riker,
cleared his throat and asked, "Are you going to be alright, Will? I mean, I
really do understand that she was more than an ambassador of the United
Federation of Planets."

"I know, Sir. And to tell you the truth, both Deanna and I had never thought
that she would finally die with the way she was going. I mean, it's true that
a certain Betazoid ambassador whose name happens to be Lwaxana Troi really
was old enough to be the mother of half of the members of the entire
Enterprise crew. And yet, she was still able to act as young as she was able
to feel. ", that was what Will Riker had said to Jean-Luc, who had let out a
sigh and said, "She was that, Will. She was that indeed."

Meanwhile, inside the ship's sickbay, the chief medical officer of the
Enterprise whose name happens to be Doctor Beverly Crusher had just stepped
out of her personal office and discovered that the ship's Betazoid counselor
named Deanna Troi was standing in front of her beloved mother's dead body and
allowed a single tear to run down each of her cheeks and that had caused the
concerned Doctor Cruser to place her gentle hand on a saddened Deanna's
shoulder and ask, "Look, Deanna. I'm about to go up to the bridge to see if
we have arrived at Betazed yet. Is there anything that you need before I...!"

But just as she was about to say another word, Deanna had turned her
tear-soaked face towards Beverly, let out a small smile, gave Beverly a big
friendly hug and said in a soft voice, "No thanks, Beverly. I'll be okay. You
just go ahead and... go up to the bridge," before the good doctor had stepped
out of the sickbay and left poor Deanna alone to take one more look at her
mother's lifeless body, gently place her hand on top of Lwaxana's and say, "I
really am sorry for saying that you had been an embarrassment to me, Dear
Mother! It's just that I really do wish that I could just trade places with
you and see what had made you fall in love with my father! I really do
wish...!"

But that was before poor Deanna had kneeled herself down, placed her head on
Lwaxana's body and continued crying her eyes out, only to have Deanna take a
look at the sickbay door and noticed that it was glowing and transforming
itself into the dual doors of one of the ship's own holodecks and that had
caused a suddenly-curious Deanna to get herself back up to her feet, walk
herself over to the two newly-transformed doors and allowed them to open and
show Deanna the home of her childhood.

And as soon as she had taken a deep breath and allowed herself to step into
the newly-remodeled room, Deanna had suddenly discovered that she was wearing
one of her mother's most beautiful gowns instead of her Starfleet uniform.
And just as she was about to try to figure out what was going on, another
door has opened and allowed a young and handsome male stud in only a robe to
step into the room and look at Deanna with a small smile on his face.

But as soon as he had moved himself closer towards Deanna, placed his gentle
hand on her cheek and said, "Yes, my beautiful Lwaxana. It is true that I am
married to one of the most beautiful women in the entire universe and that
Starfleet has allowed such a perfect wedding to occur. So, what do you think
we should do now, Mrs. Troi?" Deanna had suddenly discovered that the man in
front of her actually was her own father, a certain handsome Starlfeet
officer whose name was Lieutenant Ian Andrew Troi.

And yet, just as she was about to try to tell Ian that she was actually his
own daughter and everything else that had happened after her birth, she had
instead placed her gentle hand on the back of Ian's head and answered, "It is
funny that you should ask me such a question, my perfectly flawed husband,"
before she had kissed him ever so deep and passionately on the lips just in
time for Deanna to strip off the gown in order to expose her bare-ass naked
body and start pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy
and caressing her own tits with the other hand and for Ian to remove his robe
and start stroking his stiff cock.

Then, after Ian had moved himself closer to Deanna and began licking all over
her nude body -- all the way down to her hot and steamy cunt and caressing
her firm breasts, Deanna had placed her hands on her own father's bare
shoulders, slowly licked her lips and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it!
Do it, Ian! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
before they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor and Ian had turned
himself around and allowed Deanna to start sucking on his stone hard dick.

And then, as soon as she had suddenly realized that even though she had been
placed inside the body of her own mother and was unable to control herself,
she was able to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing the one thing
that she had never experienced with her own father before which happens to be
pure and untamed sexual pleasure, Ian had placed his stiff cock inside
Deanna's asshole, blew his hot breath on the nape of her bare neck and used
each of his hands to caress both her stiff mounds and hot, moist snatch.

And after a sexually-energized Deanna had placed her hands on Ian's bare back
and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, IAN!
TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" both father and daughter had began moving themselves
harder and faster and continued to do so until they had both finally came,
collapsed due to exhaustion and fallen asleep with their naked arms in a
lover's embrace just before a male stranger had suddenly placed his hand on
Deanna's shoulder and caused her to suddenly wake herself up back inside the
Enterprise sickbay with her Starfleet uniform back on.

And as soon as she had turned around and discovered that it was Will who had
woken her up from that dream, Deanna had placed her hand on her chest and let
out a sigh of relief just before a small-smiling Will had let out a small
chuckle and said, "I'm sorry about scaring you like that, Deanna. It's just
that we had arrived at the planet Betazed and a funeral party has just beamed
aboard to take Lwaxana to her final resting place. Are you going to be okay?"
before Deanna had turned her head, taken another look at her mother's
lifeless body with a small smile on her own lips and answered, "I'll be okay,
Will. All I had to do is just take a walk in my mother's shoes to see how
much she had allowed herself to love my father. Goodbye, Mother. I'll miss
very much."

THE END!

    

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