An Early Bird

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.

Mary's mom let out a yelp and threw her head back, making her big tits jiggle and lift. The hand she'd placed on his shoulder for balance curled into a claw, and after a long, powerful shudder, a grunting whimper escaped her.

"So fucking big," she said in a squeaky voice as that tight, wet, hairy pussy clenched around the head of his cock.

Jacob couldn't resist those tits in his face. He lifted them, loving the weight of the globes in his hands. Mary had nice tits, but her mom easily had a cup size on her daughter, and those nipples were absolutely singing a siren song to him.

A loud whimper escaped her when she took him a little deeper. He lifted her right nipple to his lips and sucked it hard, making her yelp again. Running his tongue over the stiff nub as he sucked, he could feel the little creases in it.

She let out a loud groan that sounded too deep to have emerged from her throat as she suddenly sat down, burying him inside her. Both her hands slapped into the back of his head, and he could feel her rapid breaths as she panted and trembled atop him. Her pussy hair tickled his skin and his balls. All that paled next to how tight that satiny pussy was squeezing his cock.

"Fuck! So deep!" she cried, the sound echoing back from the bare walls.

Jacob let her nipple go, growled, and gyrated his hips. Mary's mom yiped in shock and straightened atop him — as stiff as a board. He kept it up, loving the way it felt and how she reacted to it.

Suddenly, both her hands moved from the back of his head, down to his shoulders, and pushed him hard into the back of the couch. Her right hand snapped between her legs, and then she went wild.

Her hips slammed forward and back, stirring his cock in her depths. Her fingers rapidly strummed over her clit. Every other breath, she would whimper or gasp. There was a look of intensely aroused determination on her face as she rode him hard.

After a half minute or so, she straightened, moved the hand from his chest to the arm of the couch, and started bouncing instead. "Fuck, that big cock feels so good," she exclaimed, the words rising and falling in pitch in time with her hips.

"You are so fucking dirty," he growled. Mary had barely done more than whimper until she was coming, and the nasty talk was turning him on.

"Fuck yes. You like this hairy Milf pussy?"

"Love it."

"Want it to come all over that hard, young cock?"

"Fuck yeah."

She growled, and bounced even faster — her fingers almost a blur over her clit.

It felt amazing, but the yanking and wrenching of her feverous ride was keeping him from creeping toward orgasm, which was just fine with him. If she was this sexy getting there, he couldn't wait to see what happened when she came.

She leaned forward at the end of a bounce, and her big tits slapped against his chest. The sound repeated several times before she straightened to grind on him again.

Grinding. Bouncing. Rocking. Gyrating. She seemed determined to feel every inch of him in every way possible. Her skin began to glisten with sweat. Beads of it formed at her hairline. Yelps and whimpers echoed through the basement — ever louder and more frequent — mingling with the grunts and groans he added to the symphony. Her face grew red and she breathed hard from all that sexy effort.

"S-so close!" she cried as her face turned an even deeper, darker red.

"Come for me. Do it. Come for me," he said in a half-growl.

Her next words were all long, drawn out, and pitched at least an octave or two above normal. "Oh my fucking god! I'm going to come all over your fucking cock!"

Jacob leaned forward, grabbed her ass, planted his feet, and started pounding her. Mary's mom shrieked and lurched. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream. She sucked in a gasp.

The scream that emerged after that was anything but silent.

Her wail was shrill, piercing, and warbled from his cock continuing to slam into her. Her face was a red, glistening mask of beautiful agony. Jacob didn't let up in the slightest. Shockwaves of climax caused her to lash her head, whipping her hair. Those big tits jolted and swung erratically.

He was starting to feel a tickle in the head of his cock when she yelped and wrenched away from his grip. His cock slipped out of her and made a sloppy, slapping sound against his skin. She buried her face in the back of the couch behind him and screamed as she trembled and came.

All he could see was her flushed chest and the upper swell of her tits in his face as she bucked from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her face pulled away from the cushion and she yelped in alarm when he put his hands on her butt again, but she relaxed with a whimper when he stroked her ass instead of jamming his cock back inside her.

Her breathing eventually slowed, and the twitches of her lingering orgasm stilled. A whimpering grunt accompanied her pushing with unsteady arms to sit up. His pussy-slick and still throbbing cock ended up nestled in the cleft of her buttocks.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she muttered as she leaned to the right, caught herself on one hand, and rolled onto her back — barely missing her glasses. She bent one knee against the back of the couch, and let the other drape over the side.

Jacob saw that his cock was coated in a slightly milky sheath of her pussy cream. He could feel it cooling on his balls as well. There was a ring of thicker, whiter cream in the hairs around her pussy that tapered into a teardrop pointing down. Mary's mom draped an arm over her eyes and blew out a whistling breath through pursed lips.

"Think you about split me in half, but fuck! I can't remember the last time I came that hard."

"So, we're good on the $50 then?" he said.

She snorted and shook with silent laughter for a second. "Mmm hmm," she hummed before uncovering her eyes. She lifted her head, gasped, and then let her head fall back to the couch cushion. "And you're still fucking hard."

He was hoping as he watched her stare at the ceiling above and take several deep breaths that she planned to do something about that.

She reached down, spread her pussy lips, and without looking up, said, "How about $65 and you can come in this pussy?"

"Deal," he said excitedly as he got up and turned toward her.

"Oh lord," she said with a quaver in her voice.

Jacob lifted the leg that was against the back of the couch, giving him room to put his knee into the crack of the couch. He then stepped past her other dangling leg, and lightly tapped the head of his cock against her hairy pussy. She bit her lip and nodded her head.

"Ooo-ah!" she cried as he penetrated her, followed by a groan that ended in a gasp when his balls settled against her for a moment before he pulled back.

He grinned as she talked dirty to him, crying out every time he buried his cock inside her. "Do it. Ah! Fuck me. Oh! Use this pussy. Ah! Shoot that hot load... Ooo! Deep inside me."

Her back arched and she clawed at the couch while breathing hard through a wide-open mouth for several thrusts after that. When her back slammed into the cushion once more, she fixed him with a hungry gaze and growled through clenched teeth.

"Do it. Fuck me. Harder. Use me. Fuck my cunt with that big fucking cock."

Unbelievably turned on, he could hardly disobey. She screamed as he slammed into her the first time with new vigor.

"Yes! Like that! Empty those balls into my hairy fucking cunt!"

Jacob pounded her, their flesh colliding with loud reports. Her big tits bounced from the shockwaves, and ripples ran through her tummy as well. She screamed and corralled her tits with an arm under them, but that only served to make them bounce against her chin.

Her cries grew louder and more shrill as the seconds ticked by. "Yes! Come! Do it!"

He'd had every intention of bringing her off again, but her sexy, insistent demands and the frantic pace were taking their toll on that idea. He tried to hold off briefly, but the wicked itch was getting hotter — spreading from the head down the shaft. His balls were tightening. A loud, grunting, explosive sound burst from his lips as he surrendered.

"Oh yes! Give it to me! Come in my pussy!" she screamed as she saw him losing control. A long, drawn-out scream followed, "F-fill m-me u-u-up!"

His much deeper cry continued for just as long as hers had, and then he was there. He bellowed like a demon as his cum surged up, but the sound suddenly choked off when he erupted.

It had been over a week since he'd had sex, and a day and a half since he'd jacked off. It was as if every drop of that saved-up cum exploded out of him in one volcanic ejaculation. He found his voice again in the brief lull before a second pulse caused his cock to swell.

It was just as powerful as the first.

Jacob's hips bucked uncontrollably and screams that his ears barely registered over the pounding of his heart accompanied every voluminous expulsion. She'd told him to fill her up, and it seemed he was going to over-deliver. On and on it went until he was light-headed. His cock continued to pulse and he continued to bellow long after he'd emptied every drop of semen into her tightly clenched sheath.

His senses returned in a rush. He was gasping for breath with his head hanging nearly limp one second, and then yanking out of her on instinct when she moaned and clenched her intimate muscles around his sensitive organ. He sat down hard, and let his head thump into the back of the couch.

Mary's mom moaned and writhed in delight with a hand cupped over her sex. "So full. So deep inside me," she said.

Through half-lidded eyes, he watched her curl three fingers and push them into her pussy. He shuddered and his eyes closed for a moment when she pulled them back out — absolutely covered in their mingled cum. Despite the protests from his spent prick, he watched her suck her fingers clean, and then go back for more. His cream had joined with hers to make even more of a sticky mess in her pussy hair.

With a grunt, he closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure how long it had been before he heard and felt her get up. He peeked, and she made a kissing sound before heading toward the laundry room with a hand cupped between her legs.

Some indeterminate time later, he once again opened his eyes to see her returning with a couple of small towels balanced on one hand, and another held between her legs. When she reached the couch, she tucked in the towel between her legs, tossed him one, and then shook out the last.

Jacob jumped when he touched the towel to his softened and cream-coated cock, and she giggled.

He half-heartedly wiped at the mess on his dick and watched her dabbing at the cum that she hadn't managed to suck off her fingers.

"Well, early bird, you were supposed to get the worm, not me." She moaned as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "That was so much cum. I can still feel it leaking out. I swear it got up in my ovaries."

His eyes homed in on her breasts quivering and swinging from the motion of her hand. His cock didn't like the stimulation, but he couldn't stop himself. She caught him, looked away shyly and giggled before returning to the task at hand.

Jacob fought through the discomfort to do a better job of cleaning himself up as he continued to watch her. He grinned as a thought hit him.

"So, do I get a discount for the cum stains?" he asked.

"Honey, let me come break it in at your place, and you can have it for free." She paused for a second, winced, and said, "In a couple of days. I don't think this poor pussy can handle it before then."

"Deal, but we break in my bed instead."

She moaned in approval of that.

It took a while, but they did get cleaned up and dressed. Mary's mom helped him with the couch as best she could, and he got it into the back of his truck, then home.

Despite what she'd said, he got a message the very next evening.

"Ready to pay off that ugly couch?"

He had a feeling it was going to be an installment plan, and he was all for it.

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