Clementine was a MILF with a plan. When February rolled around, she knew it was time to put her slutty little daughters to work. She had raised them to be obedient, seductive, and completely submissive to her every command. And Valentine’s Day was no exception.

As soon as the sun began to set on February 14th, Clementine gathered her daughters in the living room of the trailer. She reminded them of their slut duties and the importance of their contribution to the Valentine fund. They all nodded obediently, knowing that their mother’s word was law.

Clementine dressed her daughters in the most whorish lingerie she could find. She made sure their tiny bodies were emphasized and their skin was glistening with scented oils. The girls were ready to fulfill their mother’s wishes – to offer their holes to anyone who had a donation for the Valentine fund.

With a wicked smile, Clementine set up a makeshift ‘red light district’ in their home. She placed her daughters in different rooms, each one showcasing their assets – some flaunting their perky breasts, others their round asses, and all offering their mouths for pleasure.

And the men came in droves. They were lured by the promise of a night of passion with these fresh, nubile girls. Clementine watched with satisfaction as her daughters pleasured the men, fulfilling their every desire and whim.

Before long, Clementine’s pockets filled with cash. She knew the night was ready to wrap up when she had enough for a hardcore shopping spree the next day. And the men were more than happy to make generous donations for a chance to fuck her daughters.

Clementine counted the money with a devilish grin and announced that it was time to close up shop. Her daughters returned with satisfied smiles, their bodies used and spent. But they knew that their mother’s pleasure was all that mattered.

As they all snuggled up in bed, Clementine couldn’t help but feel proud of her daughters. They had served their purpose well and the Valentine fund was overflowing. She knew that tomorrow, she would have a glorious day of shopping and indulgence, all thanks to her daughters’ bodies.

Clementine chuckled to herself, knowing that her daughters would never have to worry about a single thing in their lives. They were her little money makers, and she was their pimp – a title that she wore with pride.

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