Mom's 1/16 Pie!

Susan thought back, just a week ago her husband had left her with 1/16 of a slice.

"Four hours I spent on that. Getting the ingredients, chopping them up. Cooking them. All for you to gobble it up!"

Mark, a dildo firmly in his mouth, and limbs tied up, could only muster an apologetic muffle.

"Fucking our son's bully on his eighteenth birthday whilst he was in a coma from a beating was a start, telling you I had bribed his bully was next, and now... Some cock and ball pie!"

"MMMPHH! NN-MMP!"

Susan paced around with a knife, she came closer yo him. Tracing the knife from his throat to his groin.
With a harsh thrash, she stabbed the pillow next to him.

"I'm not that crazy, but you won't be leaving this house a man anymore."

She began to stroke his cock, remarking at its pitiful length, "it looks like a shrivelled up shrimp", she stroked faster.

Mark groaned, thrusting it up as she tightened her gip. Small amounts of precum leaked up, his balls tightened, ready for a release.

Her tits moved up and down, raising and falling as she breathed. The ample size, the neat curves, the tight shirt she wore. Mark groaned and pushed his dick harder into her hand.

She let go, Mark looked in horror, with a tight fist. Fuelled with crazed anger and rage, she pummeled his swollen balls. A stream of sperm gushed out onto his face as he screamed under the dildo. His balls flattened and ruptured, he passed out.

Susan smirked, "Goodnight babe."

She turned, her tits swaying as she did so. Her nice juicy ass jiggled, threatened to rip her yoga pants apart.