"What are you doing?" she said."That was not it at all! You got that! Not it at all!" I was white with rage. "I did respect you. I didn't want you to ...hink that I was like those other men that had taken advantage of you. You know like Kevin Rensler did," I said. I saw her face flush."You knew about Kevin?" she said."Yes, I did. I knew that he'd raped you, and that he'd gotten away with it. I knew, or thought that I knew, how traumatized by it you must have been. I was taking it easy. Time. When that didn't pan out, we asked our local television station to run her picture; this caught the attention of dad's old college buddy who happened to be watching the news when they ran my mother's picture. He recognized my mom and immediately called dad. He worked for the F.B.I. and offered to do a few checks as a favor for us. But when he came up empty, we lost hope of ever seeing her again. Then ... a miracle of all miracles happened:I found her...And I found her purely by chance when I. While I was stood taking a sup of my beer, I glanced over at jenny. Ah, she was gorgeous, of course, I couldn't see her eyes behind her jackie o' sun glasses, but her smile was brilliant and her laugh infectious. She smiled at me, and moved her legs slightly so they were apart, and I could get a glimpse of her panties. I stirred again in my shorts. (I was wearing bermuda swimming shorts).I went into the house to get something or other out of the kitchen, and jenny came in shortly after to use. And, if it makes you feel any better, you're not alone. It's just fantasy. I don't feel guilty, and I don't think you should either."There it was. Our deepest secret that we had ever shared was out there for us to now know about each other. Without saying it, I knew that Anne had cum fantasizing about her son and she knew that I had done the same. Since she didn't feel any guilt over it, I felt a weight had been lifted off of me and I let my guilt go as well. In fact, inside, I felt liberated.