Finding my Mother

I'm Harold now 56 married 3 grown children. When I was 19 my father died and I was able for the first time find out about my mother Jane. She and my father had a fling and I was the result, they didn't marry and she paid off to leave after I was born by my father's parents. Leaving me with them, as she was not suitable to join the family. My father never married and took to drinking more, I was raised by my Grandparents. My Grandfather passed away when I was 10 and my Grandmother got sick and passed away 3 years later. My father was left a great deal of money and properties, as well as shares. But it was all entailed and he received an allowance as he had when his parents were alive. He drank himself to death, so I inherited it all. I had just started university, when family lawyer came told me of my father's death. I had never had much to do with my father growing up, but I still felt a great loss. On my first break from university, I return home and started looking for information about my mother. I found out simple things like her full and birthday and not much more. I found a bundle of letters to my father from her that were unopened. I found them amongst my grandmother's things, I realised she stopped them getting to him. I read all the letters and realised my mother was just trying to find about me. They hadn't even told her my name, on reading her last letter where she asked how I had died. My grandmother had written and told her I had died and that father was engaged to marry and that he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. After the letter asking how I had died there were no more, I decided to try and find her. I had a friend who's uncle was a private detective, I asked him to arrange a meeting with his uncle when we were back at university. I gave all I had about my mother to him and paid a deposit of $250, a great deal of money in those days. It took almost a year and $1500 more, before he was able to find her. She worked and lived just 50 miles away in a small town, she had married a truck driver and was now a widow. She had no children and owned the local diner. She was just getting by I was told, as there wasn't too much passing trade. Now the new highway had been built away from the small town. The next break I got, I went to see her. I was told by friends not to tell her who I was at first. Just get to know her first, then if you think she can handle it tell her.
I should have went sooner as when I got there the diner was closed and she had left the almost town weeks before. None of the few locals left knew where had gone, so I return to hometown and wondered what next to do. Still on my break I went down to a small bar and got drunk, got a cab home. Next day I went around a few other bars, but after that decided I wouldn't follow my father's path. 2 days later I met a woman calling herself June 37 and I talked to a bit. I didn't mention who I was or that I owned the building she worked in. I got on well with June and I took her to the movies and dinner a couple of times. I had told my first and second names and she thought it was my full name. Anyway I started having sex with her and we didn't take precautions as she couldn't have any babies due trouble years before with a birth. As I was returning to the university, I asked her to come with me. As the job she had was seasonal and would soon finish. In the city there would be more jobs I said and I have an apartment, she could stay in with me. She agreed and we left 3 days later for the city, while I was unpacking at the apartment. After having sex on arrival, she noticed the folder I had bought with me and at first she thought was for my studies. But then a old photo fell out and it was of her at 15 and it was first and only photo I ever had of my mother. She asked me where I got it and I said From my late father's things. That when she told me it was of her at 15 and then it hit me. She was my mother and she was shocked that I was her son she thought had died years before. We were both still naked, but didn't matter we just hugged each other. After a while she was shocked that she had slept with her son, I didn't care about us having sex. I said So what if it is incest, we didn't know at the time and I would love to sleep with you again. It several hours but we agreed to keep it to ourselves. After that we still had sex, but when friends found out I was living a woman. I just told them, that yes I living a beautiful woman and she is my mother. No one knew that I was having sex with her. As I had inherited everything, I could get anything I wanted as there were no restrictions on my access. Not like my father had, so my mother didn't need to work at all. She would sometime join me and my friends going to the movies and outings. We kept the sex secret and 5 years later when I married, she lived with me and my wife Ruth. We still had sex sometimes, Ruth doesn't know even now. Mom would go on business trips with, while Ruth was home with the children. Then mom and me would have sex while away, Ruth thought it was a good idea for mom to travel with me. I couldn't play then she said. Not every trip I went on was with mom, Ruth would come along and mom would watch the children. Mom and me stopped having when she turned 55, but it had bought us together and we still have a very strong bond.