I could feel her inner muscles pulling and urging me on to yet another climax. I didn’t want to disappoint mom, so I fought off the urge a little lo...ger. Soon she yelled, “OH, OH, OH, OH, IIIIIIII”MMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMINNNG!” When she said this, I felt her pussy begin to contract and relax around my dick which brought me over the edge. Here I am, only twelve years old and I’m fucking my mom! Or rather she’s fucking me. I forgot to describe mom, she is almost 30 years old, and about 20 pounds. I was also a good actor though the roles I could play werehampered by my small stature.My mother didn't coddle me at all. When I reached the age of fourteen Iwas put to work in the family restaurant that she and my father hadstarted. At first I was a busboy cleaning up after our customers hadleft. I became a waiter at fifteen and then host at sixteen.The restaurant was quite successful in our small town, as everyone wholived in the town either came in to eat or ordered from our take outmenu.. Mike knelt down, running his fingers along the edges. His fingers confirmed the truth.“Jenny?” Mike called, standing up. He walked up to a window, one that wasn’t just painted on. The world outside the dollhouse was full of stars, stars that slowly moved across each other with no set direction. “Jenny, where am I?”The only door in the room opened, creaking quietly. Rolling his eyes, Mike walked through the dollhouse. It was a close replica of his home, but several of the rooms were simply. I noticed a small arm guard on her left forearm, and a small two-fingered glove on her right hand."Sorry! I didn't think anybody would be up." She explained, a look of concern on her features."You always start your mornings with a live-fire exercise?" I joked, turning to look at what she had been shooting at. Five arrows protruded from a paper plate that had been placed upon a small mound of earth at the far end of the dirt clearing."Not usually, but I wanted to get in some practice before it.