My name is Alison Roberts I am a single mum with a 13 year old boy called Jason. I work part time in a local shop and have just had my 32nd birthday.I... haven’t had many relationships with men and to be honest I don’t really miss having a man around. We live in a nice house (bought by my parents) and even though I don’t earn much I am always ?borrowing? money from them so I lead a comfortable lifestyle.Jason is doing very well at school and apart from him having a ?best friend? I don’t really. I moaned into her panties as I rubbed myself. My fingers stroked up and down my pussy, pleasure rushing through me. My toes curled as my juices coated my digits.“Ooh, you smell so good,” I moaned. Then my tongue flicked out and caressed the panties' crotch. I moaned, loving the flavor of her snatch mixing with the cotton. “Taste so good.”“Thanks,” my sister said, sounding uncomfortable. “Should you... go back to your room?”“No, no, I'm so happy to masturbate on your bed!” I moaned.“Oh, okay,”. Since assuming the position of manager of the "Velvet Spike", Mikel had already overseen two renovations and three theme changes for the night club. The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business and was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's. Oh! Dad is home! "Daddy is that you?" But what I heard was not the soothing voice of my father, it was a deeper and surprisingly sad voice. "No honey, its not. I'm sorry." Time seemed to move ten times slower, I felt suddenly awake, thoughts and fears swirling in my head. Who was this man? What is he doing in my bedroom? Why did he say 'I'm sorry?' None of this made any sense, mom and dad were supposed to be home already, what is he doing here? Where is my mom and dad?! I let a loud scream.