In spite of Samuel’s objections, Dillon’s mother, Sarah, had named her son after her father. It was the first but not the last act of independence...and rebellion by Sarah. Inside the case of the watch was a picture of Dillon’s mother, taken just before Dillon left for college. The watch had been left to Dillon when his grandfather Flynn has passed away. Along with the farm and watch he received sixty $20 double eagle gold coins worth $1200 dollars from the old man’s estate. There were several. "And this must be the famous Dr Watson," she turned and blinded me with a smile; white, straight teeth framed in the soft, pink cupid's bow of her lips. She touched her tongue to them, making them shine. "I am an avid reader of your adventures, Dr Watson. The way you set the page alight with your writing ... I get most excited and feel as though I share a small measure the danger with you."I touched my lips to her offered hand, so small and soft in my own, and felt a spark of lust in my heart,. "Mom?" "Sorry, Carl," she giggled, slightly from shock, "I just couldn't help thinking what they are going to think when they find us here, like this." She patted his hip, to emphasise he was naked on top of her. Carl had to smile at this, although he was beginning to panic at the thought of being hauled from the wreckage of the house buck-freaking-naked in front of some news cameras. Hopefully they wouldn't jump to any conclusions. The other thing that was worrying him was his mom's. Barbara growled as she pleaded again. ‘Take me hard, Detective!’ Jon forcefully drove his throbbing dick all the way into her tight, slick pussy. He stopped and stayed still. Barbara uttered a loud, guttural groan as her back arched off the bed and her hands clawed at his chest. She saw stars. Explosions of pain and pleasure were coursing through her body… Goddamn Jon! I didn’t realize just how big you are and I forgot how long it’s been since I’ve had a cock inside me…and the last one wasn’t.