Everyone Has Needs 2
Author's note: This story takes place
immediately
after the first installment. I highly recommend you read the first story so that you can know what's going on, and why this story starts out the way it does.
Erin stood naked in her mother's bedroom, confusion evident on her face as she took in the sight of her naked son standing in front of her, and Missy's words still reverberating in her head. Clearly, Chris and Missy, her son and mother, respectively, had been intimate. A thousand questions began racing through her mind. Before Erin could voice one of them, Chris spoke up, "Let me explain."
"Please do, because I need to know what the fuck is going on in my house!" Erin said, her voice an angry whisper.
"Mom, please," Chris pleaded.
Erin took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Okay, I'll get into therapist mode and try to calmly listen to what you two have to say."
"Well, it's like this- Missy and I slept together last night."
Erin felt her heart racing and knew her cheeks were turning red. "Go on," she said.
Missy sat up in the bed, not bothering to cover her naked breasts. "We decided, as adults, that it would be okay for us to satisfy each other's physical needs. With us being stuck in the house for this quarantine, we agreed that a little pleasure between us wouldn't hurt anybody."
Erin took another deep breath. "I have to go shower. You need to get back into your room before your father wakes up," she said, looking at Chris. She then looked at both her son and mother, "Best believe, we
will
talk about this later." Before either of them could respond, Erin gripped the towel on her shoulder and opened the door to leave.
Chris threw a glance at his grandmother, who shrugged her shoulders. "That could've been much worse, I guess," she said to her grandson.
"Let's wait until she talks to us later before we start thinking she's not gonna curse us out," he responded before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
With his stomach in knots, Chris decided to skip breakfast. Besides the general nervousness he was feeling, he also knew there was no way he would have been able to sit at the table with Missy and his parents without acting totally weird. Hell, he was having trouble concentrating on his virtual schoolwork because of his mother finding out abut him and Missy.
Chris was taking a break from his work, lying back on his bed, when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he beckoned, sitting up straight. As soon as he saw his mother walk into the room, he felt his mouth go dry.
"Come with me," Erin said, gesturing for her son to follow her. Chris got up and walked with Erin to the living room, where Missy was sitting on the sofa. Chris sat down next to his grandmother, and Erin stood in front of them.
"Scott is in the room doing work, so we can speak out here without him hearing us. So what do you two have to tell me?"
Chris and Missy looked at each other. "Like I said before, we decided that it would be okay for us to help each other with our physical needs," Missy said, taking the lead.
"How did this happen?"
"I mean, it just sorta did," Chris said, shrugging his shoulders.
"If y'all talked about it, it didn't 'just sorta' anything."
"With us spending so much time together, and him giving me foot rubs at night, and shit like that, it just felt right that we could also be intimate," Missy answered.
"It's not like we're hurting anyone. And we
do
love each other," Chris added, feeling emboldened by his grandmother's energy.
Erin folded her arms and looked at them for a moment. "Look, I get it. You're adults, have sexual desires, and being stuck in the house isn't easy. I mean, one of the things I'm working on with some of my clients is how the lockdown is changing the dynamics of relationships, including sex."
"So you understand where we're coming from?" Missy asked her daughter.
"As a therapist, I understand. As your daughter and his mother, it feels different," Erin admitted. "But like Chris said, no one is actually being hurt by this. It might actually do some good for your mental health by easing some stress. And besides, it's not like he can get you pregnant, right?" Erin added, trying to bring some levity to the situation.
"The only potential for a quarantine baby is with you and Scott," Missy said, smiling.
"Okay. Here's the deal. I won't say anything to Scott about this, but you two have to promise to try to be discreet with this situation."
"We promise," Chris said, speaking for the both of them.
"Good. Now I have to get back to my work. I have an appointment in a few minutes." Erin started to walk away, and stopped. "Speaking of work, an idea just popped into my mind."
"What's that, hun?" Missy asked.
"You two could help me with my ongoing study in this area. Occasionally, while you two are being intimate, I want you to send me a video. So I can see how the dynamic works between the two of you."
"You want us to record our fuck sessions for you?" Missy asked, her eyebrow raised.
"What, would that be one step too weird for you in all this?" her daughter responded.
"You wouldn't feel weird watching us?" Chris chimed in.
"I guess I would have to get used to it," Erin said. "So how about it?"
"We can do it," Missy said, patting Chris' thigh.
"Okay, good. I'll leave you two alone now," Erin replied, walking back to her home office.
"That went better than I expected," Chris said to Missy.
"I think once she had time to get over the initial shock, your mother realized there wasn't much she could really do. Plus, her specialty is relationship therapy, so she would've been a hypocrite if she automatically judged and condemned what we were doing."
"I'm glad she came around to see our side of it," Chris said.
"Me too," Missy responded, before giving her grandson a kiss on the lips. "So we still on for tonight?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Chris answered.
It was two weeks later, and Chris and Missy had fallen into a kind of rhythm. With Scott and Erin spending most of their days doing their own work, Chris and his grandmother had a lot of time together. When Chris wasn't doing school work, they would be kissing each other on the couch, touching each other in the privacy of their backyard, and having sex pretty much every other day. Even on nights when the two of them weren't being intimate, Chris would still spend the night in Missy's room, cuddling with her during the night and waking up early enough so his father wouldn't suspect anything.
"He makes me feel young again," Missy said to her daughter one afternoon while they were talking privately in Erin's home office.
"In what way?" Erin asked.
"How much detail do you want on this? Do you want me to go in depth?"
"As much detail as you're comfortable sharing."
"Erin, your son is fucking amazing," Missy began. "When he touches me, it makes me tingle. The way he uses that tongue on my pussy; no man has ever done it like that. And I don't know if you know, but his cock is the biggest I've been with, and he knows how to use it."
Erin had gotten used to maintaining a poker face as a therapist, and used those same tactics this time as her mother spoke about Chris' prowess. She was glad she was wearing enough clothes so that her Missy couldn't see her nipples getting hard, though. "I have seen in the videos the two of you have made that he seems to be a very attentive lover."
"He knows when to go slow, and when I need it a little rough. It's like he can feel my rhythm."
"That's the sign of a good partner," Erin put in.
"There is definitely more than just physical satisfaction involved," Missy admitted.
"I'm happy to hear that. Are you planning on having sex tonight?"
"Yeah, we are. We've been kissing to build up tension, and I know he can't wait."
"Okay, I want you to send me another video," Erin said.
"No problem. I think we both get a sort of thrill out of knowing someone we trust is seeing us do something so taboo."
"And it's good for my ongoing research," Missy's daughter added.