Scrolling and looking for cheap furniture to fill his practically empty apartment on marketplace wasn’t going particularly well. He didn’t have a lot to spend, and people seemed to have a ridiculously high opinion of stuff they were trying to get rid of.

Then an image of a gaudy, zebra-striped couch came up. It looked to be in good shape, and the asking price was only $80 - negotiable.

What’s more, Jacob recognized it, and the name of the seller. Mary’s mom, he thought, and chuckled. He and Mary had more or less grown bored of each other and started talking to someone new at about the same time, so it hadn’t ended badly. Her mom was good-looking, had nice tits, and had flirted with him every time he was around - and her husband wasn’t - much to Mary’s dismay.

It was within budget, and if he could negotiate down, that would be even better. He quickly responded to the ad, “Is this still available?”

A couple of minutes later he got a response. “I only posted the ad fifteen minutes ago, Jacob. Yes, it’s available. Aren’t you the early bird?”

“Are you busy right now? I only live a few blocks away now.”

“Come on over.”

He shut off his tablet and got up from the bed, which was currently the only place to sit other than a pair of ratty barstools. It was only a couple of minute’s drive in his pickup to Mary’s house.

He didn’t even have a chance to knock, because she opened the door as he was walking up the sidewalk. She was wearing a vivid red dress with a black belt around her waist. The neckline was loose and flowing, showing off just the tiniest bit of cleavage, and the hem was several inches above the knee, showing off long expanses of gorgeous leg. Her glasses added a touch of school teacher or librarian vibe that only made her look sexier.

He smiled and asked, “Is your mom home? I was coming to look at a couch for sale.”

She rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, “Oh, you.” Then she stepped back out of the doorway and said, “Come on in.”

He couldn’t resist a quick peek at her ass when she closed the door. She was still hot.

“It’s down in the basement, in my ex-husband’s old man cave,” she said the last two words with disdain bordering on disgust, while waving for him to follow. As she walked toward the door, she said, “Why on earth do you want that awful thing?”

“Beggars can’t be choosers, and I need furniture. Besides, it comes with the bonus of seeing you.”

“What would people think if they heard you say that?”

“That they were thinking the same thing.”

She laughed while opening the basement door and turning on the light. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Neither have you,” he responded, and then let out a quiet growl.

“You could almost make a girl think you’re serious.”

At the bottom of the stairs, she flipped another switch, filling the basement with light. Ahead was the laundry room, and to his right was the old man cave, which was now an empty space. Holes pocked the wall where decorations had once hung. The only things inside were the couch, and a few boxes.

She said, “There it is. Go give it a test drive. I’ll be overjoyed to have that awful thing out of the house. I’m sick of looking at it.”

Jacob walked over to the couch, and she followed. He was pleasantly surprised when he sat down. The couch was really comfortable. Up close, it looked just as good as it had appeared in the photos.

Mary’s mom sat down on the opposite end and slowly ran her hand over the back of the couch while looking at him. “So, what do you think?”

“Comfortable, and I don’t own enough stuff for it to clash with anything. So, you’re asking $80?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Any chance you could go down to $50? Money’s a little tight.”

She pursed her lips for a moment and said, “It’s a steal at $80. I looked it up and nearly fainted when I saw it retailed new for over $2000. I almost tracked my ex down and strangled him when I found that out. Granted, it’s ten years old, but I think the price is more than fair.”

It was hard to argue with that, and hard to fathom why anyone would spend that much on a zebra-striped couch.

“Sure you can’t go down a little?”

Her eyebrows lifted, and her face practically screamed what did you just say?

Jacob felt his ears go a little warm when her reaction alerted him to the potential double meaning of what he’d said. “Come down a little, I mean.”

She smirked and chuckled.

Realizing that wasn’t much better in conjunction with the first inadvertently suggestive attempt, he shook his head, fought against the heat spreading to the rest of his face, and asked, “Could you do $60?”

She followed up almost instantly with, “Nine?”

It was the most blatantly sexual thing she’d ever said to him, and it caught him off-guard. “What?” he asked with somewhat nervous laughter in his voice.

She shrugged as if it was nothing and said, “How about this? $80 for the couch and a blowjob.”

After a couple of seconds, he realized he was staring at her with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. “Are you serious?” he blurted before he could think better of it.

She scooted closer, onto the far side of the cushion that separated them. “May as well give it a real test drive. That’s probably what it’s going to get used for anyway. What? You don’t think it would be worth $30? I promise you, that’s a steal too.”

Their eyes met, and a blind man could have seen the heat in hers. His nervousness evaporated in the heat of her desire, and he said, “If you’re serious - deal.”

She let out a moan and answered with actions rather than words. She quickly scooted closer and reached for the button of his jeans. Her eyes widened behind her glasses when she pulled down the zipper and his rapidly hardening cock bulged against his underwear.

Eyes locked on his rising manhood, she began to wrestle his pants down. He lifted his butt to assist her. She gasped as his cock popped out, and stopped tugging as soon as his pants cleared his balls. She wrapped her hand around him and whimpered as he throbbed in her grasp.

“What the hell was Mary thinking breaking up with you?” she muttered while sliding her glasses to the top of her head, and then quickly pulling her legs under her to kneel on the couch. She leaned into his lap, grasped his cock again, and her lips slid down around the head.

Jacob growled in surprised delight, and instinctively lifted his hand to the back of her head. She was really working her lips while she sucked him, and her tongue was swirling all over the tip as well.

She let him slip from her lips with a slurping pop, and then glanced up at him with a sultry, somewhat smug look on her face before taking him in her mouth again.

He didn’t feel the slightest scrape of teeth as she took him deeper - almost halfway. Her head bobbed quickly in his lap, and she moaned around him. In only a few seconds, she was proving that $30 was indeed a steal. In fact, she was rapidly moving up the list of best blowjobs he’d ever had in his life.

Jacob decided to take a chance, and moved his hand from the back of her head to her breast. It felt every bit as good as it looked, and her next moan was higher-pitched.

He squeezed and fondled her breast, wishing she wasn’t wearing a bra, preventing him from doing more than rubbing her nipple, which felt big and stiff despite the barrier of her clothing. All the while, her tight lips slid up and down his cock, brushing over the ridge of the head at the top of each stroke before diving down again.

After a minute or so, she let him escape her lips and began to slather her tongue over his turgid flesh. “Worth it?” she asked between licks.

“Every penny,” he growled.

“Just wait.”

He didn’t have to wait. When she engulfed him in her mouth again, she went deep. Her lips reached the three fingers curled around his root, and he grunted as he felt the tight ring of her throat. She croaked as her lips slid back up his shaft, but it didn’t seem to deter her at all. Those amazing lips sealed back around him immediately thereafter, and dived back down.

Jacob stiffened and squeezed her breast hard as she deep-throated him over and over again. He’d had a couple of girls swallow him before, but never so many times in a row, or so quickly. Mary’s mom was relentless. She croaked with every intrusion into her throat, and the glock, glock sound only made him throb harder.

Her fingers suddenly uncurled from around his prick, and the next time her lips slid down his erection, they almost made it to his root. She held herself there for a few fleeting seconds - her shoulders hunching - and then opened her mouth wide.

The gagging sound she made as she lurched away was a little alarming, but the sight of her was far more exciting than he would have ever imagined. Her eyes were misty, her mascara was running slightly, and a tear had made a glistening trail down her cheek. A thick strand of spittle dangled from her bottom lip as she coughed - dancing with her movements and refusing to break. His cock was covered in the same thick slobber, and throbbing angrily at the sudden lack of stimulation.

She sniffled, swallowed, and then coughed again. After a long, shuddering sniffle, she swallowed again, blinked out a second tear, and reached for his spit-slathered cock.

“God, you’re so fucking big. So fucking hard,” she said as she stroked his erection with her right hand and wiped away the stubborn slobber dangling from her lip with the other.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he said while worming his hand beneath the hem of her dress.

She sniffled again before saying, “Bet the little girls you’re fucking with can’t do that, can they?”

“Not even close,” he agreed.

“God, my panties must be sopping wet right now,” she said while shifting to move back to her knees.

The moment the idea popped in his head, the words emerged from his lips. “How about $50 and you can ride it until you scream?”

Mary’s mom gasped. The breath then emerged in a rush of words. “Oh my god. Get those fucking clothes off.”

Jacob pulled his shirt over his head while she stood to kick off her black high heels. He briefly considered telling her to leave them on, but the sight of her pressing a hand tight into her crotch at the sight of him bare-chested distracted him from the thought. He then kicked at the heels of his own shoes, so they wouldn’t make it harder to get his pants off.

He’d just dispensed with both shoes when she sat down, facing away from him, and said, “Unzip me.”

He found the tab and quickly pulled it down. The sight of her white bra strap and the bared skin down to nearly her butt got him throbbing. When she stood, he pushed down on his pants.

He blindly fought with the denim while drinking in the sight of her hurriedly peeling her dress off. Her bra wasn’t anything fancy or particularly sexy, but it still excited him to see it reigning in those big tits. Her panties were likewise white and not any sexy style, but there was a telltale darker spot on the crotch that said she was indeed very wet.

She reached for the clasp of her bra while still kicking her dress away. Jacob’s eyes widened and a grin sprouted on his face when she unleashed those tits. They were big, but not too pendulous. Her nipples were huge - as big around as his pinky tip - and unmistakably hard. A wide, rosy circle probably four fingers wide surrounded them.

His pants shed, Jacob took his cock in hand as she let her bra fall to the floor. She gasped, tensed, and shivered from the sight of him stroking it. She made no attempt at teasing when she pushed her panties down, revealing a patch of thick curls on her mound. He’d never found a bush particularly appealing, but somehow on her, it was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen in his life.

She was in heat, and in no state of mind for foreplay. She kicked her panties off, tossed her glasses onto the opposite end of the couch, and immediately moved in to put her left knee down on the cushion next to him. She pulled her other leg in and planted her foot while curling her fingers around the head of his cock at the same time. He helped her aim it as she sank down until it was pressed against her curl-shrouded folds.

She wriggled it a couple of times between her nether lips - the sensation of the hairs tickling him unexpectedly exciting. Even more enticing was the unmistakable evidence of just how turned on and wet she was. His tip stilled, poised at her entrance, and then he slipped inside.