There is that first moment, when you look at your child differently, then scold yourself for such lewd ideas as the ones that went through your head just then.
But once ingested, they rarely stop. So you keep them private and safe. You masturbate to said ideas thinking that will handle it all. But of course, it only embeds them deeper and spreads them wider.
This was Maureen’s moment, seeing her daughter on this ladder in that outfit. She felt a familiar tingle, but in a new intensified and shamefully arousing way.
She whispered to herself “Oh my god”, because she knew this new forbidden hunger was already locking itself into her libido’s fever-needs.
The fantasies would begin tonight. And any possible realities would be quietly planned for after the first monster orgasm they caused.