You look across and see that this young goddess that is making your cock rise in public is your daughter’s age. And when she gets up to leave the train and smiles at you like she approves of your lustful attentions, it completely shatters a former lock on your more appropriate self.
What you don’t expect when you get home is how you begin to look at your own daughter. And as the fever rises in you, you think, “Not her. I couldn’t. Maybe one of her friends.”
And when you fantasize about her friend or friends, somehow she is always there, awaiting her turn.
You know where this is going and you have no idea how to stop it. And somewhere in the dark corner of your mind, you are quietly praying that she doesn’t want you to stop it.
Only time and your melting restraint will tell.