Everyone Has Needs

Everyone Has Needs 1

Being stuck in the house sucked. Chris woke up, and had to look at his phone to see what day it was. At this point, the pandemic, and quarantine, had gone on long enough to where the days were blending together. When it first started, he tried to wake up at a normal time and keep some sort of routine. But after the first couple of weeks, that went out the window.

Living with his parents and grandmother didn't help all that much. Although he loved his family, he was twenty- he wanted to go to his classes and hang out with his friends. And now that it was starting to get warmer outside, he knew this meant a lot of the women would be breaking out their Spring wardrobe, showing off their figures in skirts and sundresses.

At least his family managed to be in the house with each other and not go crazy. He had a good relationship with his parents. His father, Scott Logan, was an accountant, so it was easy for him to make the transition to working from home. Scott is also where Chris got his complexion from. Scott's skin was a sepia color, and he had a chubby build, what a lot of people would describe as a "dad bod." Chris' mom, Erin, on the other hand, had warm beige skin. She was also a little chubby, with full, wide hips and round breasts that had a little sag to them. The smile that was usually on her face and the twinkle in her hazel eyes added to the soft, welcoming aura that she gave off.

Chris, being biracial, had honey-brown skin and his mother's hazel eyes. He kept his light-brown hair in cornrows. Standing at 5'10", he wasn't quite as tall as his father, and he also wasn't as chubby as either parent. He had more of an athletic build.

And then there was Missy, Chris' grandmother. Her actual name was Betty Sheridan, but no one called her Betty, or even Ms. Sheridan. Everyone, including her grandson, just called her Missy, for reasons that were never explained. Even though she was in her mid-60's, her hair was only half gray, the other half being the light-red color she'd had all her life. Her green eyes and fair pink skin tone made her Irish background very apparent.

Missy had a playful sense of humor, which she passed on to her daughter. She also doted on her only grandson, often to the annoyance of his parents. Missy had no problem telling lewd jokes to Chris, and would defend him when he would get in trouble for "typical boy's shit."

While both of his parents did their work from home, Scott with his accounting and Erin doing virtual therapy sessions, Chris spent most of his time during the day with Missy. They would watch TV, play board games, or just sit out in the backyard and talk.

Part of the "new normal" that Chris didn't even realize happened was the change in clothes that were being worn. At first, everyone would still get dressed like they normally would. Gradually, that changed, with those clothes being put on less and less, and Chris' family eventually just walking around the house in their underwear or sleepwear. While Erin would put on enough clothes to be appropriate during her sessions with her patients, she would spend the rest of her time in her bra and panties. And Chris quickly got used to seeing his grandmother walking around in a camisole or babydoll at times other than bedtime.

After stretching, Chris threw on a pair of basketball shorts and made sure his morning wood was tucked to the side enough so as not to draw attention to himself before walking down the hall to the kitchen. Missy was already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in her hands. The crown braids on her head looked fresh, like that was the first thing she took care of when she woke up

"Good morning, Chris" she greeted him, her eyes lighting up. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Missy," he replied, bending down to give his grandmother a kiss. "I slept very well, thank you."

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you anything?" Missy began standing up.

"I'm fine with some cereal," Chris said, putting his hand on Missy's back. The satin material of her babydoll felt smooth and cool to his touch. "But thanks for the offer."

After fixing his breakfast, the two of them sat at the table, making idle talk. After a few minutes, Erin walked in, wearing a sky-blue bra and matching hipster panties. "Good morning, Missy. Good morning, Chris." She greeted both of them with kisses. As she stood at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee, Chris glanced at her from the side, not wanting to overtly stare at how his mother's ass was barely contained by her underwear. When Erin turned around to lean back against the counter and sip her coffee, Chris could see the outline of her nipples through her bra. Despite himself, he felt a little twitch in his shorts.

"Did you hear me, Chris?" Missy's voice cut into his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I asked if you had anything to do right now."

"I have a quick quiz I have to do online, but that's it," he responded.

"Ok. I'll be in our usual place when you're ready."

"No problem, Missy," he said, finishing his cereal.

At that moment, Scott came into the kitchen wearing only his boxer shorts. He greeted his son and mother-in-law before walking over and kissing Erin while pressing against her slightly. Chris paid it no mind, used to seeing these moments of affection between his parents.

"Take it to the bedroom, you two," Missy joked.

"Maybe for lunch," Scott said, smiling. He gripped Erin's thigh for emphasis.

"I'll make sure you enjoy your meal," Erin said, winking.

"Eating right is good for your health," Missy said.

"That's never been a problem for me," Scott rejoined.

"That must be where I get it from," Chris chimed in.

"If you're anything like your father, I'm surprised the ladies aren't trying to break quarantine to get some," Erin joked.

"I'll just say that a couple have asked," Chris replied to his mother, a smirk on his face.

"Taking after his father!" Scott exclaimed proudly, clapping Chris on his back.

Chris got up and washed out his bowl before going to his room to log on and do his school work. With his hormones raging, and the image of his mother's body fresh in his mind, he had trouble concentrating on his quiz. He somehow managed to pull it together and get through.

Chris spent the rest of the day on the couch with his grandmother, snacking and watching TV. They loved watching the Law & Order franchise, and would get excited when some of their favorite episodes were on.

Getting comfortable, Missy put her feet up on Chris' lap. "Rub my feet for me, sweety?"

"Sure, Missy." Chris knew how his grandmother enjoyed her foot massages. He put the right amount of pressure on the soles of her feet and rubbed her ankles gently.

"Now, if only I could get a man to take care of some other things," Missy sighed in pleasure. Chris couldn't help but notice the way her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Missy looked at her grandson, and he quickly looked her in the eyes and smiled, hoping she didn't realize what he had been staring at.

After dinner, Missy went to take a shower before rejoining Chris and his parents in the living room for some more TV. She came in wearing a silk robe tied at the waist with a sash. She sat next to Chris on the loveseat, and he could smell the rose scent from her soap that she always used.

On the couch, Scott sat in an undershirt and boxers. Erin was laying with her head on Scott's lap, and he was stroking her brunette hair. After an hour, Scott stretched his arms and yawned. "I think it's time for bed," he said, patting Erin on the shoulder.

"But I'm not tired yet."

"You will be when I'm done," he said, playfully. Erin sat up and smiled, her cheeks filling with color. The two of them stood up, and Scott playfully smacked his wife's ass, making it jiggle. "You're gonna have to redo those Dutch braids when we're finished."

"Y'all better not make a quarantine baby," Missy called after them.

"No promises!" Erin playfully replied in a sing-song voice.

"Well, I'm getting a drink. You want one?" Missy asked her grandson when they were alone. Even though he wasn't twenty-one, Missy would sneak him drinks. "After all, a lady shouldn't drink alone," she would often say.

"Sure. I'll have whatever you're having."

Missy came back out with two tumblers of whiskey. "Cheers," she said, clinking glasses with her grandson. They both sipped their drinks, Chris enjoying the way it felt going down his throat.

"One thing I'm glad we still have is good whiskey," Missy murmured, resting her head on Chris' shoulder.

"Yeah, I miss going out and having fun," Chris said, his voice low.

"I understand, but we can have some fun here in the house."

"Not the kind of fun I'm talking about, Missy."

The woman took another sip of her drink and, without thinking, put her hand on her grandson's leg. "When I was younger, a bit of whiskey was all I needed to get the party going."

"I know how crazy the 60's and 70's were."

"Those were interesting times. But trust me, you don't know everything," Missy smirked, before taking another sip of her drink.

"How much of a party animal were you?"

"I was just doing what a lot of people were doing," Missy shrugged. "I'm much more tame now than I was back then. Having a daughter changed my priorities."

"I know how reckless your mouth still is, so I can't imagine you without the little bit of filter you have," Chris joked.

"You know how fiery and outspoken us Irish lasses can be," Missy laughed.

"I bet you were the life of the party."

"Depends on the party," Missy said with a wink that her grandson didn't see.

The two of them spent a couple more hours like that on the couch, bantering and having another drink while watching the TV. After a while, Chris felt the call of nature. He got up and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. When he came back into the living room, he saw Missy sitting there, her eyes closed.

"Come on, Missy. Time for bed," he said, smiling. She barely opened her eyes in response. With a sigh, he leaned down and scooped his grandmother up in his arms. Making sure she was cradled properly, he walked down the hall. He struggled to open Missy's bedroom door, but eventually got it and gently placed his grandmother on her bed.

By this time, the sash on Missy's robe had loosened and her robe had opened a bit. Chris could see the hint of her left nipple. He stood over his grandmother, torn between wanting to see more, and wanting to back out of the room. His curiosity won.

Chris leaned over and slowly pulled the robe open a little more. He held his breath, waiting to see if Missy reacted. She didn't, and this caused his heart to race even more. In the dim light, he looked at her teardrop-shaped breast, sitting in the middle of her chest. It was a little saggy and wrinkled, but they were small enough that they still retained a decent shape with her age. The nipple was light-brown, and the areola about the size of a quarter.

Chris lightly rubbed his thumb over the exposed nipple. He watched as it quickly became an erect nub at his touch. He opened the other side of Missy's robe and did the same with her right breast. He then gently cupped them, feeling the softness of her tits in his hands. His lower organ now firmly in control of his actions, he leaned down and flicked his tongue over Missy's nipples. This caused her to moan gently in her sleep. Coming back to reality, Chris paused, his heart still racing. Not wanting to push his luck, he closed his grandmother's robe and maneuvered her under her blanket before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

After going back to the living room to turn off the TV and put the glasses in the sink, Chris went to his room and closed the door. Sitting back on his bed, he closed his eyes, and the image of his grandmother with the open robe appeared in his mind. Almost immediately, his cock became erect. Pulling down his shorts, he started stroking his member. He moved his hand up and down slowly, remembering the feel of Missy's breasts in his hands. The fresh, slightly floral taste of her nipple. The smoothness of her skin. The hint of whiskey on her breath when she moaned in her sleep, unaware of what her grandson was doing.

It wasn't long before this sent Chris over the edge. He felt that familiar sensation in his manhood as his semen shot out, landing on his stomach. His cock erupted two more times, losing power with each one until his cum was dribbling down his shaft and over his thumb. Chris got up and grabbed an old towel from his hamper to clean himself off. Satisfied, with a small twinge of guilt, Chris slid his naked body into bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, when Chris woke up, the memory of Missy's tits came rushing back into his mind. His dick reacted accordingly, giving him a massive hardon. He put on some shorts, grabbed a towel and his phone, and went to the bathroom. That first morning piss was difficult with his cock not wanting to obey, but he managed. Putting on some music on his phone, he hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wake him up and wash away some of the crust that was still on his stomach.

After the shower, Chris went to the kitchen, and stopped for a second when he saw Missy sitting at the table, a plate of eggs in front of her. She was wearing a silver camisole with black lace trim around the cleavage.

"Good morning, Missy," he said, walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek. He couldn't help but try to steal a glance down her top, but he couldn't see much.

"Good morning, Chris." Missy gently patted the side of his face. Chris walked over to the stove and served himself some of the eggs. "I need to ask you something Chris."

Chris tried to hide his nervousness as he sat at the table across from his grandmother. "What's up?"

"The last thing I remember about last night was watching TV with you, and you getting up to use the bathroom. Do you know how I got into bed?"

"Yeah. When I came back, you had fallen asleep, so I carried you into your room and put you to bed."

"That's so sweet." Missy smiled as she reached over and patted Chris' hand. "You're so good to your grandmother."

"It was nothing."

"If you keep rubbing my feet and carrying me to bed, I'm gonna have to make you the man of my life," Missy winked.

At that moment, Scott and Erin walked in, sparing Chris from having to respond. They all ate breakfast together at the table before separating to do their tasks for the day.

By lunch, Chris was done with his school work, so he went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. As he was eating, he heard Missy's voice calling to him from the bathroom. "Chris! Can you come here for a second?"

Chris walked to the bathroom and opened the door, a wall of steam billowing out. "What's up Missy?"

"I forgot to bring a towel in with me. Can you grab me one?"

"Sure," he said, closing the door and walking to the linen closet. He grabbed a towel and went back to the bathroom. He opened the door and was surprised by what he saw. Missy was standing there, naked and dripping with water. Her body was on full display for Chris' gaze. Her hair was unbraided and down past her shoulders. His eyes looked over her tits, the same teardrop shape he remembered from last night. Continuing down, her took in the sight of her stomach, slim and with a few stretch marks. Between her legs was a wispy bush of reddish-gray pubic hair. Because she was standing with her legs slightly apart, Chris was able to see her pussy lips dangling just a bit.

"Are you gonna give me the towel, or make me beg for it?" Chris handed over the towel, his mouth suddenly dry. "That's just like a man; you get all stupid when you see a naked woman." Missy wrapped the towel around her.

"Uh, I-i-i-i'm sorry," Chris finally managed.

"Don't be. At least I know you enjoyed what you saw," she said, gesturing towards Chris' crotch. He looked down and saw, and then felt, the raging boner that had sprouted in his shorts.

"Oh God." Chris feebly tried to use his hands to cover his erection as he backed out and hurried to his bedroom. Chris spent the rest of the day in his room, too embarrassed to come out except for dinner. And even then, he kept his talking to a minimum, and couldn't even look Missy in the eye. He was glad that his parents didn't notice his discomfort and Missy decided not to press the issue.

After dinner, Chris went back to his room and played video games. Losing track of time, he was surprised by a knock on the door. "Come in."

He turned to see Missy entering his room, wearing a fuschia babydoll that came down to her hips. "I'm about to go to bed, but I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Seeing your granny naked didn't traumatize you, did it?" The smirk on her face immediately got rid of the tension before it could even build up.

"Nah, I'm not traumatized."

"Good, because I need a favor. Can you come give me a foot rub before I go to sleep?"

"Sure." Chris got up and followed Missy to her room. He closed the door behind them as she laid down on the bed. Sitting on the end of the bed, Chris began massaging his grandmother's feet.

Missy sighed. "Oh Chris, that feels good."

"I've gotten enough practice with you."

"You have magic hands." Chris looked up and saw the outline of Missy's nipples poking through the fabric of her lingerie, letting him know how much she was enjoying the massage.

Missy squirmed a little, causing the bottom of her babydoll to ride up a bit. With her legs slightly spread, Chris was able to look up her lingerie and see that Missy wasn't wearing any underwear. He stared for just a second before looking up into Missy's eyes. She clearly knew what he had been looking at, but didn't say anything as he continued to rub her feet.

"I definitely needed that," Missy said as Chris finished.

"I'm glad I could help. Is there anything else you need?"

"Come sit up next to me for a sec," she said, patting next to her on the bed. Chris obeyed, plopping down next to his grandmother. "I love you Chris, and I know you love me, right?"

"Of course I love you, Missy." Chris raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

"I don't want you to run away or get mad or anything. Just hear me out."

"Okay, I promise."

Missy closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. "We've been stuck in this house for a couple of months now. I'm getting stir-crazy, and I know you're coping as best you can. I think we can help each other out."

"Help each other out with what?"

"Our needs. Our sexual needs." Chris opened his mouth to say something, but Missy put her hand on his bare chest. "Look, I know what I'm asking you is unorthodox, and most people wouldn't even consider this, but it's clear that we both need release. And from what I saw earlier, your hand isn't enough."

Chris thought back to the incident in the bathroom, and then to what he did last night. Missy was right, he was horny as hell. But could he do this, have sex with his grandmother?

Sensing his hesitation, but also seeing that he wasn't immediately turning her down, Missy continued. "No one will find out, and we're both grown adults. It's simply about us fulfilling our needs and making each other happy and satisfied."

Missy's hand trailed down Chris' chest and landed on his groin. She slowly started rubbing, feeling his penis immediately reacting in his shorts. "Besides, why should you let all of this go to waste?"

Chris nodded, sitting back and giving in to Missy's attention. She reached into his shorts and stroked his member, feeling how thick it felt in her hand. Chris lifted his hips and pulled down his shorts before kicking them off to the floor. Now naked, he reached up and slid the straps of Missy's babydoll off her shoulders, exposing her tits.