Chapter 21

The following Wednesday night, Todd called Jimmy and asked if he wanted to go to the basketball game. Jimmy asked his mom if it was okay and she said fine because she was going to invite Shelly over anyway. When Jimmy heard that, he almost said that he would rather stay home. However, it appeared that his mom wanted an evening alone and besides, Michael Jordan was back on the court.

Within minutes of Jimmy leaving, Shelly and Jennifer were naked on her bed and in each other's arms. They exhausted each other before they fell to the bed. When they were both satisfied, Shelly went to take a shower and Jennifer put on a bathrobe and went down to the living room. She was sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine and the evening paper when the doorbell rang. Startled, she went to the door, wondering who could be outside at this hour. She was shocked when she looked out the window next to the door and saw Rhonda standing on the porch. Oh my God! she thought, what am I going to do now? If she opened the door, Rhonda would find her there and know something was suspicious. If she didn't, it would look just as suspicious; her car was in the driveway. She opened the door.

"Uh... hi Rhonda," Jennifer said with nervousness in her voice.

"Hi, Jennifer, or should I call you Mrs. Henson?"

Jennifer gasped and her face turned red. That was almost the same thing Shelly had said that first day. She knew that it was no use in denying the obvious. "How did you know?" she asked.

"If you let me in, I'll tell you."

Jennifer stood aside and let Rhonda walk in, then followed her into the living room.

When Jennifer stood staring at her, Rhonda said, "May I sit down?"

"Uh yeah, sure," Jennifer answered and sat on the far end of the sofa. Rhonda sat at the other end. Jennifer's head was spinning. She knew that she couldn't keep her secret from everyone but she didn't expect this. Her voice was shaking as she said, "Can I... can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you. Listen, Jennifer, I didn't come here to confront you," Rhonda said softly, very much aware of Jennifer's nervousness.

"Then why are you here?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'll get to that. The truth is that I heard you and Jimmy at Todd's house after we went upstairs. I came back down to get my purse and I heard... heard you moaning for Jimmy to fuck his mother. I had to know... I had to know if it were true. It is true isn't it?"

Jennifer moaned at her stupidity; she should have known better. "What do you want?" she asked, anger creeping into her voice, ignoring her question.

"Nothing! Well, that's not exactly true," Rhonda said and moved over closer and reached for Jennifer's hand.

Jennifer tensed, her lips pursed, ready to lash out.

"I'm not here to judge you Jennifer. The truth is... the truth is that I envy you. I have admired your relationship with Jimmy since I first met the two of you. I could tell that there was something special about your relationship, something more than boyfriend and girlfriend."

"What's your point?" Jennifer said, still suspicious of Rhonda's motives.

Rhonda turned her face away from Jennifer and hesitated. When she turned back, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh God, Jennifer, I have felt so guilty for the past year," she sobbed.

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, now very curious about what Rhonda was trying to say.

"Something happened... something happened about six months ago and I have regretted it ever since," Rhonda said though her tears. "My father... my father and I did something."

"Oh," Jennifer said with some understanding now. "Did he do something to you?" Suddenly Jennifer was worried that she might have been abused. She could feel anger begin to well up in her chest.

"No... no... I did it to him," Rhonda said and broke into sobs again.

Now Jennifer moved closer to Rhonda and her squeezed her hand. She almost sighed with relief. Suddenly her heart was breaking for the sobbing young woman. "You can tell me about it if you want. You know that I won't judge you."

Rhonda showed a little smile through her tears. "I know. That's why I had to know for sure if you and Jimmy were really mother and son." Rhonda wiped her eyes with shaking fingers, looking down at her hand in Jennifer's. "It... it all started about a year ago. My mom died two years ago and I watched my dad go into a deep depression. He was still a young, handsome guy but he seemed to age so quickly. Sometime during that second year, my dad and I began to show an attraction to each other. I don't know if it was just the closeness that comes with tragedy or a real sexual attraction. Well, one thing led to another and we began to tease each other. I guess that I kept it going because I saw my dad come out of his depression for the first time. I thought it was just innocent teasing until that afternoon." Rhonda stopped as the tears started again.

Jennifer got up and got a box of tissues and sat back down, holding the box out to her. "Go on," she said.

"I got pretty bold over time, letting him peek up my skirt. I even stopped wearing panties at times. I would sit on the sofa and spread my legs as if I didn't know what I was doing. However, I knew that he was looking. I would bend over in front of him and let him look down my blouse. Sometimes I would sit on his lap and kiss his cheek, rubbing my buttocks into his hard-on. It felt huge. At some point, I started to get very turned on by my father. I knew that he was being affected. I even saw him holding my panties in the bathroom one day. He acted like he had picked them up from the floor but I knew that I had put them in the hamper."