Not Satisfactory

I do awkwardly swear that this story is written by me, all names used are (Probably) made up in the their entirety, all entities mentioned are of legal and consenting age, and no mimes were killed or harmed in the making of this story (Unfortunately)

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I clenched my jaw, drawing in deep breaths between each thrust, praying inside that each calming breath would be enough to cool my ardor but as I looked into my mother's sparkling, lust-filled green eyes full of anticipation and eager desire, as her lithe little body clung to mine her happy moans filling my ears I knew it wouldn't be enough, that I couldn't be enough.

She seemed to realize it as well in the last few moments as she hooked a leg behind mine and drew me in deep, letting out loud moan, and shuddering intensely and pulling me close even as I gasped and groaned aloud burying my face in her generous bosom as I finished.

We lay there like that for a time until I could regain the sensation in my legs, and then regretfully we parted and lay beside one another.

While I panted like a dog, and felt myself quickly winding down, I was acutely aware of how my mom had yet to stop touching herself and was scarcely breathing hard herself, and I caught myself before I asked something I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to.

But moms being moms of course she picked up on my sudden tension even as she played with herself, and paused to look at me eyes full of concern. "Are you ok my love?"

I waved off her concern, "I'm fine mom. What about you, did you-" she cut me off with a quick and meaningful kiss. "It was lovely dear." She gave me a quick hug, inadvertently smearing our combined juices across my shoulder in the process. I kissed her back hungrily, desperate to recapture the passion of but a few moments previous, but my body was maddeningly still and limp now, and as our kiss began to pick up in intensity. I became ever more frustrated at myself, until finally I broke off the kiss with a sigh.

Mom gave me a knowing smile that I'm sure she meant to be reassuring, as if to say 'it's fine honey, plenty of boys have this issue and overcome it just fine' but it simply threw more fuel onto the fire of my irritation.

I looked away from her terribly understanding gaze, clenching my jaw yet again, albeit in frustration rather than passion now. "I'm gonna head over to Sarah's, probably be back in a few hours."

She nodded once more, a bit expectantly this time, as this was starting to become a bit of a routine.

I didn't spare her another look as I got my things together, and headed out, still fuming with myself.

I can't do anything right, even after all this time. I know what my mother sounds like in the throes of passion, I heard, and saw her and my dad fucking often enough when they were together, to know what she looked like when she was satisfied, and when she was putting on an act.

I stalked off to the truck a little ways off and started the engine, before sighing and pulling the key to slump back in my seat in an exhausted huff.

I felt like an asshole, I felt terrible for leaving my mom like that. I knew she didn't deserve me taking out my frustrations at my own ineptitude out on her, it was rude and petulant, things I always strived hard not to be, but things... had admittedly gotten rather out of hand of late.

I took out a vaporizer loaded with weed concentrate and began puffing away greedily, inhaling the vapor deep into my lungs and holding it far longer than anyone would probably recommend until my vision began to swim with pretty little flecks of light like tiny little stars.

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It all started a few months ago with that accursed performance review from my boss, a smug, watchful prick by the name of Hastur. "Not Satisfactory." or so the man had claimed.

Now I might have believed that, were it not for the fact that the man was so overbearingly friendly with several other far more visibly incompetent office workers than I, and on top of that I was the only one he had caught taking a hit on company property "Only one caught" being the key phrasing here.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily enough, he hadn't deemed it a firing offense and merely had me demoted and had my salary slashed.

Not being able to afford my apartment, I wound up quite sheepishly moving back in with my mother, who as always was terribly understanding about everything.

More so than my girlfriend of the time at least. (A voluptuous wiccan girl by the name of Sarah) though to her credit she did hang in there for a while.

But then our sex-life took a bit of a plunge. It had always been pretty good at least from my perspective, but being forced to move back into a somewhat small and creaky old house with thin walls, and my mother just a room over doing her best to ignore whatever sounds we made turned things incredibly awkward.

All the more so when the issues began to arise, and it became apparent that there were some not so satisfactory results coming about there as well.

One morning my mom, very subtly and tactfully attempted to broach the subject over our morning mint tea. "Hey hun, I couldn't help but notice how Sarah went off in such a huff earlier."

I grunted an affirmation in a way of reply, never being great with verbal responses. "Does it have anything to do with the sexual issues you've been having?"

I made a sound that I imagined was not unlike that of a dog being stabbed midway through a mild heart attack and choking on its own tongue all at once, something part-way between a groan, growl and a sigh.

My mother wouldn't know subtlety or tact if they clubbed her over the head with a crowbar and dropped a grenade in her lap. (I'm about equally as good with metaphors)

"That... may have something to do with it yes." I reluctantly conceded, staring fixedly into my tea cup, and willing the dark gods to claim me already.

"I thought as much, you don't seem to last very long. Most women don't care for that sorta thing."

"I, don't normally have that issue, almost the opposite really, but things of late have been... complicated." I struggled to find the words, while trying not to feel the blazing heat of embarrassment in my ears.

It was practically impossible to put into words the complicated mess my feelings and thoughts had become of late, particularly when living in such close proximity to my mother once again had made me realize just how similar she was to my girlfriend, and vice versa, forming an intricate ball of hopelessly entangled emotional wires within me, particularly whenever we became intimate and I became (Justifiably given the current situation) paranoid of how my mom was listening in just a room over and silently judging my performance. The words "Not satisfactory." echoed in my head.

I got so lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice my mom coming in closer to clasp my hands with hers in effort to comfort me. "It's ok my darling boy." She soothed tenderly, reaching up to stroke my hair with love. "Everything is going to work out eventually my love."

I looked up to her, letting myself be caught by her emerald gaze, "Do you really think so mom?" I asked, cursing how husky and vulnerable my voice had become.

"Absolutely, it's nothing a little teaching can't fix." At this I fought to roll my eyes, "Yeah, teaching, like there's a class for this, that we could reasonably afford." Mom bit at her lower lip in thought, a gesture I found altogether too arousing for my own good, one which my girlfriend likewise possessed naturally, along with an abundance of cute little freckles.

I stared at her silently as she contemplated things, finding my own thoughts enthralled by the rise and fall of her chest, and her pink tongue played across her full lips.

I found myself flashing back to moments in my childhood when I had seen both my mother and father going at it like animals, I remembered the sounds she had made, the frantic passionate almost cat-like yowls, and how she had clawed at him with such fervor. I particularly recalled the look in her eyes as she caught a brief glimpse of me, before smiling her generous carefree smile at me, mouthing the mystic command words "Go to bed." and returning her full attention to the carnal matters at hand.

Speaking of lips, my focus returned to the moment at hand just in time to catch her lips forming the words "Are you evening listening to what I'm suggesting?"

Guiltily I began frantically attempting to replay the one-sided conversation of the past couple minutes, and absentmindedly adjusted my stance to accommodate my sudden and full erection, and instantly regretted it as her vibrant eyes caught sight of the evidence of the arousal my mental musings had lead to.

"Oh." she intoned, "I guess you were listening after all." My mother giggled lightly, and didn't like to think of how that made my cock twitch, much less the further confusion and panic it stirred up in my thoughts, but I decided to just roll with it.

"Yeah, yeah I was definitely listening, I, I just." She touched her lips to mine, silencing me at once, and freezing my brain in the process.

I'm not sure how long the kiss persisted, but it felt like a rapturous eternity even as my brain fizzled and died (possibly due to lack of blood flow) Eventually however we did indeed part to catch our breaths. "Mom?!" I gasped questioningly, while once more unsure of how to even begin to put my thoughts into words. "Isn't this-"

"Unorthodox?" She shrugged carelessly, "A little perhaps, but my mom taught me how to really enjoy things the way you're meant to when I came of age, so I figure it's nay so different for me to do the same for you."

That explained so much, and raised so many other questions all at once. Luckily I didn't have time to go over them, as she grasped at my groin and drew me up to my feet alongside her, tittering to herself girlishly, and pulling me back to where I knew her bedroom lay. Her movements were practiced and easy, full of confidence. She knew full well I wasn't about to refuse her.

Now I am by no means a virgin, but as my mother pushed me back onto her bed, and closed the door behind herself, I found myself to be just as amped up and inept as one, somehow losing my few years of experience in the moments before our bodies came together, and fumbling for far too long with her bra-strap.

But as we fell into bed together, another more primal part of myself took over and before I knew it, I somehow managed to get the upperhand and pin her down by her hands, the tip of my iron-hard organ just teasing the warm fleshy petals of her glistening sex and I growled to myself in satisfaction as she stared up at me wide-eyed and smiling up at me in pride. "Yes. Just like that." She encouraged happily, and then rolled her hips in a particular way and then suddenly I was back inside my mother for the first time in 27 years.

I took it slow at first, wary of both the sensations attempting to overwhelm me, and of hurting my mother, especially in such a manner as this.

However as her exquisite eyes locked onto mine, and her breathy moans filled my ears, it quickly became apparent that the latter would not be an issue, particularly as she worked her hands free and began digging her nails into my back and shoulders, hooking her legs tight about my own and she began to work her pelvis against my own. challenging me to pick up the pace.

A challenge I eagerly accepted as I clenched my hands in hers, and growled like a wild animal into her face, watching as her eyes widened and nostrils flared with her arousal. Before long a sheen of sweat began to cover us both, and the bed was thumping against the wall with the force of our passion. For a few moments I was able to completely forget the problems piling up in my life, and just bask in the moment.

And then I had to open my stupid mouth and ask the question, a question I definitely shouldn't have asked, especially knowing how honest my mom is.

"Still think I need training?" I demand, growling the question into her ears (This wasn't the question I shouldn't have asked, it's still coming)

"Not if you can keep this up, damn I haven't been fucked like this since your father!" She panted happily. A twinge of unpleasant memory reared its head, and I fought to ignore it, instead trying to assert my dominance once more, wrapping my arms around her tight and forcing our bodies together as close as humanly possible, feeling our muscles pop and creak together in response but not caring a bit as we grind together, feverishly searching for that mutual moment of peak ecstasy.

"Whose better, me or him?" (Ding)

"Don't stop, don't stop. Oh, him by far. Nothing against you love, you're perfectly adequate, but he was just so much bigger. Oh please don't stop!"

Several things happened at once then that I don't like to think about. My vision went white as I found my ecstatic peak, far sooner than I had expected, and many times more intense than I ever remembered it being, I bit down into the nearest pillow and roared with fiber of my soul as the pleasure, frustration, and annoyance threatened and fought to consume my very being, and probably most importantly I stopped and collapsed against my mother's figure and just panted atop her as she writhed against me, still instinctively seeking out her own fulfillment with my body until finally she realized it just wasn't happening this round, and gave it up in favor of holding me close and bringing my head down to suckle at her breast and offer me her comfort and solace.

"Definitely not bad for a beginner, just need to work on your finishing act. I grant you a grade of C plus... probably, maybe even a B!" Ahh, is there ever anything as double-edged as a mother's comfort?

As we fell to sleep in one another's arms, I couldn't help but wonder what my supervisor would have to say about a B grade, and immediately knew the answer. "Not satisfactory."

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Two Months later, and that B grade would unfortunately prove to be my all time high rating, with today most likely being my most miserable performance yet given I probably hadn't lasted longer than 40 seconds if I was being generous, and had been unable to even get it back up for a second attempt to boot.

I slumped back in my chair and groaned to myself as I thought back to mom's expressions at the end of each of our "Training sessions" feeling the mortification set in once again. The surprise, confusion, the sympathy, the curiosity as to what he was thinking, and of course the growing concern and perhaps worse yet even... pity?

My hands clenched into fists at the thought, and a twinge in my jaw alerted me to how viciously tight I had managed to wind myself up in my thinking.

I badly needed another hit. I tried to take one from my vaporizer but was frustrated to find the cartridge depleted. I searched for a replacement, but knew I was fresh out.

There were more in the house... but I wasn't ready to face her yet, I knew I would have to, but not yet, my head wasn't in the right place yet, it was too... loud somehow, and I only knew one way to quiet my mind when it got this bad.

I drove off to my favorite weed shop, a strange, esoteric little place that doubles as a goofy occult bookstore of some sort, they were called Dim Carcosa's Lost Apothecarium.

If I was gonna find peace of mind anywhere, it was probably gonna be there.

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My very first story on here. Will admit I'm almost as nervous as my own first time, hope at least some of you like it, and give me your thoughts. At some point I'll come up with a second chapter to this probably (assuming I can figure out how that works anyhow)

If anyone is interested in co-writing, or at least betareading and is confident in portraying the female mind, please send me a message, I would appreciate the assist.

Take care, and remember, Zone-Tan is watching you fap.