The Wicked Valentine’s Gift

Anthony had always known his mother Jeanne Catherine Cunt LaMonica was different. The way she walked around the house in sheer negligees, nipples hard, ass swaying like a predator. The way she called him “my sweet boy” while licking her lips. For years she waited — patient, perverse, dripping — until this Valentine’s Day she decided her son was finally old enough to become her personal fucktoy. 💦

Mommy’s Filthy Valentine Claim

The house smelled of incense and pussy. Jeanne Catherine stood in the living room wearing nothing but a black lace garter belt, thigh-highs, and a red velvet choker that read “Mommy’s Bitch.” Her heavy tits hung free, nipples pierced with tiny gold hearts. She crooked a finger at Anthony. “Come here, baby boy. Mommy’s been waiting too long to ruin you.” 😈

She dragged him to the couch by his belt, shoved him down, and straddled his lap. Her soaked cunt ground against his jeans as she ripped his shirt open. “You’ve been jerking off to Mommy’s panties for years, haven’t you, you filthy little pervert?” She slapped his face lightly, then harder. “Answer me.” He whimpered yes. She laughed — low, cruel, wet — and yanked his pants down. His cock sprang free, already leaking. “Look at this fuck stick I made. Mommy’s going to milk it dry.”

She slid down, ass in the air, and swallowed his cock whole — gagging, drooling, slurping like a starved animal. Spit ran down his balls as she deepthroated him, humming so the vibrations made him buck. When he got close she pulled off, slapped his dick hard, and snarled: “Not yet. Mommy wants your cum in her cunt first.” 🍆💦

She climbed back up, impaled herself on him in one brutal drop, and rode him like she was trying to break the couch. Her massive tits slapped his face as she fucked him raw. “This pussy raised you, now it’s going to drain you,” she hissed. “Every hole belongs to Mommy now. Say it.” He choked out “Yes Mommy” between moans. She clenched around him, milking, until he exploded — thick ropes flooding her womb while she screamed in triumph. 🔥💦

She didn’t stop. She flipped around, sat on his face, and made him eat her cum-filled cunt while she fingered her ass. “Clean Mommy up, baby. Taste what you did.” When he was spent she stood, dripping, and kissed him — tongue shoving their mixed mess into his mouth. “Happy Valentine’s, my sweet boy. Mommy’s just getting started.” 😈❤️

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