It is the very first time you touch your mother's cunt. You both know she's going to let you. This moment has been a long time coming and a long time desired. She's naked. You both are. Your exploring fingers meet the hairs of her bush. They feel wirey, a surprising contrast to her feminine softness. She doesn't flinch at their approach. You've never touched a woman or a girl there but instinct guides you surely. Your forefinger finds the upper part of her slit and slowly inserts itself into the warm moistness between her cunt lips. It's like a small, blind, curious animal, cautiously exploring a new territory. Her thighs which had been pressed together part to admit the intrusion. Her hand grasps your wrists but lightly; it's not to restrain you but to show she is complicit. Otherwise, she does not move. You are old enough to know that a woman's cunt is her secret place, that your touch is unusual, illegal, in fact; she is committing a crime by letting her son do this to her. No one gets to caress a woman there unless he is a lover – or he pays to do so, when the secrecy is temporarily suspended. Your dad's hand has already been there. It would never, ever occur to him that your touch would succeed his. But it does. Your fingers slide lower into the soft, wet flesh and seem to know what they are doing. Without being guided, they find the entrance to her vagina and gently probe its depths. You notice that she's beginning to breathe heavily. You look at her face. Her eyes are closed. It's as if you no longer exist. She is aware only of her cunt and of your hand inside her. Her body moves in rhythm with the thrusting hand that has captured her until a cry erupts from her and suddenly she's still. Her head turns to face you. Her eyes open and seek yours. And she smiles a smile of gratitude.