Marta was hot and she loved being nude by her pool. She's kept her body in top shape. However, as a mom, she had a little bit of roundness to her tummy, and sexy curves that younger women often lacked. Her ample breasts were still perky. Her sweet round cheeks filled out her jeans beautifully, when she decided to put clothes on. Her marriage ended years ago. Her daughter was in college and happy. Marta was living the life she'd always wanted-a successful career, a lovely home, and most of all, a pool with a tall wooden fence for privacy.

On this particular Saturday morning, she was enjoying sunbathing, a Bloody Mary and music. The sun baked her buns. She loved that feeling. It always got her juices flowing. She felt the warm wetness between her legs as she jiggled her ass in pleasure. In just a few minutes, she would flip over and maybe pleasure herself. She smiled at that thought.

Mark was 20. His family lived next to Marta. He was home from college and was mowing the grass. He hadn't been home for some time and was enjoying the break from school. As a med student, he was happy to do something as mundane as mowing. That is, until the mower ran out of gas.

Oh, shit!" he yelled.

His cry of distress caught Marta's attention. Could this be the voice of little Mark, her neighbor whom she hadn't seen in years? Why, he was just a skinny teenager with acne and glasses the last time she saw him. Her curiosity peaked. She walked to her fence as she devised a plan.

"Mark?" she called through the fence. "Is that you over there? It's me, Marta. Why, I haven't seen you in years."

"Uh, yeah," he answered. Hi, Marta. I'm home for the first time in a long time. I'm trying to mow, but I'm out of gas."

"Oh no!" Marta responded. Her plan was now cemented in place, as she got a glimpse of her now hot, handsome neighbor boy through a gap between the fence slats. "Well, come on over. I have plenty of gas." She smiled at her little pun and about her plan.

"Are you sure? I can pay you."

"Oh, well work something out, honey. Come on over and I'll give you a fill-up."

"Great! Thanks. I'll be right over."

Marta was elated. She scrambled inside and threw on a tiny silk robe that just came down to her thighs and showed plenty of cleavage. She gave out a little squeal of delight when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and was delighted to get a good look at Mark. The skinny little kid was now a lanky, but strong young man. He wore old sneakers, cutoff shorts and a tight t-shirt, through which she could see his muscular chest. His eyes grew wide as he gazed at Marla, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Mark, honey! Come in! Come in!" She hugged him. His aftershave combined with his natural smell filled her nostrils. She breathed deeply to absorb as much of his scent as possible. Her pussy grew wetter.

"Uh, this is really nice of you, Marta. If it's not convenient, I can run down to the gas station."

"Good heavens, no!" she scolded. "I have a full tank in the garage, but first, how about a cold drink by the pool so we can catch up. She caught Mark peeking at her legs. She spun around and headed to the kitchen. Her robe lifted slightly, and she made sure Mark could see her round cheeks.

"Well, a cold beer would be nice if you have one."

"Of course!" She returned with a cold beer. "Now, let's get comfortable by the pool and you can fill me in," Marta quipped.

Mark could see the game was on. He did find Marta to be very sexy. He thought, "What the hell," and followed her out, staring at her ass that was now really peeking from under the tiny robe. He felt his cock move. He knew that he was ready to play her game. After all, he's worked hard this semester. He deserved a little treat.

Marta felt intensely excited. She wasn't going to waste time with chatting. As Mark reached the chaise lounge, she told him to make himself comfortable. He removed his shirt and stretched out on the chaise on his back. He kicked off his shoes.

"Oh, Marta. This is great!" He took a sip of beer and looked into her eyes. His icy blue stare made her pussy quiver a bit. His face was long and handsome, with a crop of thick, wavy blonde hair on top. He was thin, but still muscular. Marta never cared for the bodybuilder type.

"Now, I'm going to get comfortable too," she said, removing the robe and tossing it at him. He smelled the robe. It held her personal scent and perfume fragrance. It was Chanel number five. He knew it well. A girlfriend at school wore it. He put the robe aside and took in all of Marta. She stood before him, gently rubbing her body and teasing her pussy. Marta didn't shave her pubic hair, but kept it trimmed in a tidy triangle. She playfully pulled at just a few pubes as Mark stood up and walked to her. He placed sweet kisses on her nipples and firmly grabbed her ass. She felt his hardness through his shorts. "God, he's so hard," she thought.

Marta dropped to her knees and pulled Mark's shorts down around his ankles. She backed him up to the chaise lounge, laid him down and kissed and bit his chest as she stroked his shaft and balls. Standing briefly, she grabbed her Bloody Mary and dribbled it down his chest, over his stomach and finally on his cock. Mark was a bit shocked when she threw the rest of the drink aside, breaking the glass. She licked, sucked and slurped her way down his chest, lapping up his sweat and the cold tomato goodness. When she reached his cock, she smiled, gently licking just the tip, she swirled her tongue in ways Mark had never known. Marta loved the combination of flavors on his cock - pre-cum, tomato, liquor and sweat. Mark moaned and arched his back as she finally went all the way down on him, her tongue still flicking and swirling. Grabbing his thighs, she moved down to his swelling balls, sucking one, then the other, then placing both balls in her mouth as she stroked his cock.

"Oh, Christ!" he cried. "Yes! Suck my balls, Baby! Stroke my cock! Please don't stop."

Marta didn't. She could tell he was in orbit, so she decided to add to the experience. She plunged her finger into his tight ass and pulled her head back a little, to pull his balls downward.

"Oh, yes!" he yelled. He looked around quickly since he'd screamed so loudly. "Jesus," he thought. "Somebody might hear us, Marta," he said between intense gasps of pleasure.

This just encouraged Marta to move into an even higher gear. She focused her attention solely on his cock. She began milking his cock hard and fast as she lowered her ass onto his face.

"Lick me!" she yelled. "Lick from my ass to my clit, NOW!"

She was grinding her ass and pussy on Mark's face. He gasped for air as much as possible, but it wasn't easy. He licked and sucked as Marta milked his cock with a vice grip. Her hand slammed down on his balls and twisted when she reached his cock head. Marta screamed and came on Mark's face.

"Keep licking!" she cried. A few seconds later, she lifted her ass and squirted all over Mark's head.

Not missing a beat, she turned and climbed on Mark's cock doing a reverse cowgirl that was as intense as her hand job had been. Marta was tight. Her pussy squeezed Mark's cock but in the most delicious way-tight bit so warm and wet. His cock was getting wonderfully hugged. He closed his eyes as he felt an orgasm starting in his toes.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, Marta!" he yelled so loudly the entire neighborhood could hear, but he didn't care. The orgasm moved up his legs, through his thighs to his balls. Marta jumped off and again milked his cock. Like a volcano, his cum shot into the air as Marta continued pumping.

"I'm not stopping, Baby. i know there's more in there."

"Marta...oh, Jeez. What are you doing?"

With a look of joy and psychosis, Marta pumped more and harder.

"Come on, Baby. You're young. You can give me more." She stoked his cock and buried her face in his balls. Occasionally, she would bite wildly at his inner thighs. Finally, she changed tactics and placed his cock between her tits. She tit fucked him and sucked his cock head as it popped up from the top of her tits. The tit fucking and sucking were too much. Mark yelled loudly.

"Oh, Marta. You fuck me so good!" He erupted again and Marta lapped the cum from her tits while it was still hot.

Mark slumped back in the chair, eyes closed, but grinning.

"Holy fuck, Marta," he said in a crackling voice.

Marta stretched out beside him. She handed him his beer. He took a sip to quench his thirst and put his arm around the beautiful cougar. Giving out a deep sigh, he again closed his eyes.

"Don't get too comfortable, Baby," Marta whispered. "You can rest for a little while, but I need more. She took his beer from him and poured it down his chest again, finally pouring it on his limp cock. She smiled as she began again licking and slurping. She looked at him one last time.

"Now, let me clean up that nasty spill."