One Stressed Out Pussy, Part 1
It was Monday morning, and Amy came in to work early. Managing the Financial Accounting office at Carlsbad Industries was more than a full-time job, especially when so much hit at once. Today was the beginning of the monthly close to the corporation's financial books, the quarterly close, the yearly close, and the start of generating the 10-Q report, a report required by the Federal Securities and Exchange Commission.
Even though she'd been doing this job for twenty years now, it seemed like it took her by surprise every year. This was the most stressful time of the year for her, requiring her to work eighty-to-ninety hour weeks for the next two months to get everything done. If she wasn't in the office working, she was at home working.
She sat at her computer and looked over her email. She'd received over three hundred emails since just Friday. She shook her head and started trudging through them, one at a time. With several meetings already scheduled for the day and then time she knew she was going to have to spend working with her team, it was going to be another long, long day. She wasn't even sure how she was going to get any of her own work done. It was overwhelming.
At 1pm, she walked to Vincent's desk, one of her subordinates, because he hadn't responded to her request from earlier in the day. She needed his input in order to go further in her reporting and he was late... as usual. He made a excuse for why it wasn't done, but she didn't buy it. He always seemed to be late. And today, with all the stress, she blew up at him, demanding that it be done before she left for the day. She was uncharacteristically harsh, even threatening to fire him.
At 3pm, she received an email from her boss, Melissa, that her audit report is due tomorrow. She exhaled and looked at the ceiling in frustration. What else could get piled onto her plate? When was she going to have the time to get that done?
Her phone rang and she looked at it, knowing that if she answered she'd probably just blow up at someone else, so she let it go to voicemail. She brought up her accounting applications and looked at the clock as she started working on her audits. It was only Monday and she was already tired and cranky. It was going to be an extremely long, stressful week.
By the time she got home at 7pm, her mood hadn't improved. She was tired and very cranky and when she walked in the front door, she immediately noticed the house was a mess. There was a discarded, dirty t-shirt on the back of the living room recliner, seemingly tossed without care where it went. The pillows and throw blanket that had been on the couch were lying on the floor. And her son, Noah, was lying on the couch, shirtless, eyes closed, with earbuds in, possibly asleep listening to music. Wadded up tissues lay on the floor beside the couch.
"Noah!" she yelled, trying to get his attention. But he didn't stir. "Noah!" she said louder. Still no response. She set her briefcase and purse down and quickly walked to him. She could see the screen of his phone now, a porn movie playing with a woman getting oral sex from a man.
"Nice," she said to herself, frowning and shaking her head, her anger building rapidly. She didn't need this tonight. "Noah!" she said, hitting him on the shoulder.
"What?" he said, suddenly stirring, hiding his phone and pulling the earbuds out.
"What's going on here?" she said. "The place is an absolutely mess."
"Sorry, I was going to clean it, but I got... tired."
"Tired from what? Not doing anything all day?" She walked over and grabbed her briefcase and purse and carried them into the dining room. "I work really hard to support the both of us, you know, while you lay just around and figure out what you want to do with your life. You know, you're twenty years old and this is embarrassing. Did you at least make dinner?"
"Um..." he said, looking a little lost and uncertain, and a little embarrassed. "I mean I pulled it out of the fridge."
Amy walked into the kitchen as he spoke, hoping to find dinner on the stove, but what she found disturbed her. She grabbed the plate of meat off the counter and carried it back into the living room. "You see this? That's raw chicken. When did you pull it out?"
"Like ten this morning," he said. "I think it should be thawed out by now."
"Oh my God, this is fucking ridiculous," she said angrily, walking back into the kitchen and throwing the full plate of meat into the garbage can. "I can't even..." she steamed as she entered the living room again. Noah was still sitting on the couch, just looking at her. "I cannot believe this! What are we supposed to do now?"
"I mean... you're home now," he answered. "Can't you make the chicken?"
Amy looked at him in shock. "Ok... ok." She closed her eyes, nodding slowly, trying to calm herself. She wanted to yell, she wanted to scream, she wanted to just break something. But she knew she shouldn't. "Uh... first of all, I've been working all day, getting yelled at by all different kinds of people. I didn't have time to eat lunch and barely had time to even go to the bathroom. Then I come home, the place is a mess, you've been clearly masturbating on the couch, probably all of today, which explains you being so brain dead, and you're asking me... to make dinner? And then, and then... the chicken, that's expensive, was sitting there, rotting on the counter. No... I'm not making dinner! We're going to have to order something. Again!"
She huffed as she walked back into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She grabbed the phone and quickly called to order a delivery of pizza. When she came out, dressed in her comfortable, cotton pajama top and bottoms, she pulled her computer out and sat down to start working again.
"I expect that tomorrow, and from now on, the house will be clean and that you will have dinner ready by the time I get home," she said, seething. "That's not asking for too much. Is that understood?"
"Yeah, yeah... ok," Noah said.
Amy worked at her computer, eating a few slices of pizza, until 11pm, then shut her computer off. Noah was still laying on the couch, in pretty much the same position she found him in when she got home, still on his phone. She shook her head in anger and went into her bedroom, closing the door.
She knew exactly what she needed to get some relaxation. She turned on the water in her bathtub and let it run until it was hot, then put down the stopper. She took a quick smell of the bubble bath that she picked up from the side of the tub and drizzled it into the water, immediately forming bubbles.
Walking back into the bedroom, she brought her hand up to massage her sore neck before she took her pajamas off and laid them on the bed. She smiled a little when she opened up her nightstand drawer and pulled out her trusted vibrator. They had certainly grown close over the past too-many years. It seemed to have been forever since she last used it.
Tonight... she truly needed it.
*****
Tuesday wasn't any better. Amy didn't sleep very well and then went into the office with another two hundred emails waiting for her. Two hundred from just eight hours ago! She checked her calendar again and wondered how she was going to get anything done with all the meetings she had scheduled.
Throwing herself into work, into getting the audit report completed, she again worked without lunch, late into the evening. She was so tired and cranky, but was happy to finally be home, happy to have a least a little break before she had to get back into work again.
It had snowed while she was at work, with several inches covering the ground. She pulled into the snow-covered driveway, shaking her head, wondering why Noah didn't shovel it.
She sighed again as she walked in the front door and found that the house still hadn't been cleaned either. He hadn't done a single thing... didn't dust, didn't sweep, didn't take the garbage out or do the dishes. Dirty towels were even lying on the bathroom floor. Everything was a mess! And she seethed in anger again.
It was ok that he didn't want to go to college... she could deal with that. It was ok that he spent time to try to find a good job... she could deal with that. But to simply lay around the house all day long, doing absolutely nothing but masturbate to porn was not ok. Absolutely not ok! Why didn't he see that?
And she barged into his bedroom and told him so. As she did, he was again partially disrobed, laying on his bed with his pants off. His hand had obviously been stroking his shaft, protruding large and proud, as she stood in the doorway and stared at it. Before she could turn away, he'd thrown a pillow over himself, blushing in embarrassment. Then, after a loud moan came from his phone, he struggled to turn it off.
Angry that he was again just laying around and masturbating, she demanded that he clean the house. She demanded that he take out the garbage. She demanded that he go out and shovel the driveway. She demanded that he stop being so lazy when she was working so hard!
He just nodded and said he would, looking at her as if she had two heads.
Frustrated, she pulled out her computer and worked late again and, at 11pm, she took another bubble bath. As she lay back and relaxed in the hot, sudsy water, she grabbed her vibrator and turned it on. The hum was soothing and she quickly associated it with pleasure. She slid the long toy under the surface of the water and slid it along her labia where the vibrations definitely gave her pleasure.
As she slid it over her clit, she closed her eyes and tried to relax more, letting her fantasies play out in her head. Her favorite fantasy came easily, the wealthy, well-dressed man giving her a rose before kissing her. His passionate, strong hands, sliding behind her to hold her tightly to him. He easily picked her up and carried her to the bed and lay her down, before stepping back and undressing for her.
She watched intently, enjoying each area of skin as it was bared for her. His body was exquisite, strong muscled arms, a flat muscled stomach, and chiseled chest. When he slid his pants down, his hard shaft stood proudly. His cock was long and strong, almost throbbing for her as his hand slid up and down its length. She looked up and blinked when she suddenly realized that it was Noah that was standing there, that he was the one stroking his cock while she watched. She couldn't understand why she fantasized about him, but now couldn't stop thinking about his cock.
Her clit pulsed as she saw him in her mind again, saw him stroking himself over her and heard him moan. Somehow, she found herself so close to him, her face so close to his cock as she stared at it and felt her mouth watering with desire. It was right over her face... so close to her mouth. Its large, bulbous head just waiting to be sucked.
Suddenly her clit burst with pleasure, her entire body shaking, slashing water everywhere as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Fuck," she moaned when she finally pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. She shook her head, wondering why she was suddenly thinking of Noah at a time like this. Then, for the rest of the night, her dreams were invaded by Noah... erotic, sex-ridden dreams that both disturbed and delighted her as she seemed to have orgasm after orgasm, giving and receiving.
*****
When she woke on Wednesday, her mind was still reeling from her dreams. They were disturbing and left her body stimulated. She could somewhat understand where they came from. She'd been divorced from Noah's dad for nearly ten years now. And after the divorce, she had to devote her entire life between work and Noah. She didn't have time for a social life. She didn't have time for dating. Thinking back, she realized that she hadn't had a date since the divorce... and hadn't had sex for a couple years longer than that even.
Surely that was what was bothering her now, that was what her mind was focusing on. She had seen Noah naked, saw his long, hard, beautiful cock before he hid it away... she had even known he had been masturbating. All those thoughts and images had played in her mind and had corrupted her fantasies.
