Cougar Trap: The Suburban MILF's Relentless Boy-Hunting Orgy

Lisa Carter, 42, was the undisputed queen of Maplewood Drive. Blonde waves down her back, yoga-toned body, and a pair of surgically enhanced G-cup tits that turned every teenage boy into a stuttering mess. Her husband traveled 300 days a year. Her pool was always open. And every summer, the neighborhood mothers pretended not to notice the parade of college boys disappearing into her backyard.

This year she set her sights higher.

Jake, 19, the shy new college kid across the street, had been mowing lawns shirtless all week. Lisa watched from her kitchen window, fingering herself slowly while his sweat glistened on tight abs and the thick outline of his cock strained against basketball shorts. She wanted him. Not just once. She wanted to break him.

Friday evening she texted him: “Pool needs cleaning. $200 cash. Now.”

He arrived in board shorts, towel over his shoulder. Lisa greeted him in a white micro-bikini that was basically dental floss and wishful thinking. Her nipples poked through the thin triangles, her pussy lips clearly visible through the sheer bottom. “You’re early,” she purred, handing him a beer laced with just enough Viagra to keep him painfully hard for hours.

She led him to the pool house instead of the pool.

Inside, the air was thick with coconut oil and her perfume. She pushed him onto the leather couch, straddled his lap, and ground her soaked bikini bottom against his raging erection. “You’ve been staring at my tits all week, Jake. Time to stop pretending.”

Before he could speak she pulled the triangles aside. Her huge, fake tits bounced free—heavy, round, nipples pierced with tiny gold bars. She grabbed his head and smothered him between them, moaning as his tongue flicked her piercings. “Suck them like you mean it, baby boy.”

Jake groaned, hands instinctively gripping her hips as she reached down, yanked his shorts off, and wrapped her manicured fingers around his thick, veiny cock. “Fuck… you’re bigger than my husband ever was,” she whispered, stroking him slowly while grinding her clit against his shaft.

She slid down, ass in the air, and took him to the root in one wet, gagging swallow. Spit poured down her chin, dripping onto her swaying tits as she bobbed like a porn star—deep, sloppy, relentless. Her throat bulged with every thrust. Jake’s hands tangled in her hair, hips bucking involuntarily. “That’s it—fuck Mommy’s throat,” she gargled around his cock, eyes watering, mascara running in perfect ruined-makeup streaks.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening head. “Now breed me.”

Lisa climbed back up, peeled the bikini bottom aside, and sank down onto his bare cock. Her married pussy swallowed him whole, hot and impossibly tight. She rode him like an animal—hips rolling, tits bouncing violently, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me up, Jake. Put a baby in your neighbor’s cheating cunt.”

He tried to warn her—he was close. She just laughed, clenched harder, and slammed down one last time. Jake erupted inside her, thick ropes of cum blasting against her cervix, overflowing, dripping down his balls. Lisa screamed, squirting all over his abs, body shaking in full ahegao—tongue out, eyes crossed, drooling.

She didn’t let him pull out.

Instead she flipped around, reverse cowgirl, and started riding again—his cum lubing the way as she worked her hips in filthy circles. “You’re not done,” she hissed. “I want every drop.”

The pool house door creaked open.

Her two college-age “pool boys” from last summer walked in, cocks already out, grinning. Lisa looked over her shoulder, licked her cum-smeared lips, and moaned:

“Boys… Mommy needs round two.”

The night became a blur of flesh and filth.

They took turns. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, one in her ass. Double, triple, airtight. Her holes gaped, cum leaked from every opening, her tits were glazed, her face painted, her belly swelled from the sheer volume. She begged for more between screams, squirted until the leather couch was soaked, and came so many times she lost count.

By 3 a.m. the four of them lay in a sweaty, cum-drenched pile. Lisa’s pussy and ass leaked rivers of thick seed, her body marked with handprints, hickeys, and smeared mascara. She looked at Jake with heavy-lidded eyes, ran a finger through the mess on her tits, and licked it clean.

“Same time tomorrow?” she whispered.

Jake could only nod, already hard again.

The Cougar Trap had claimed another victim.

And summer was just beginning.