The day my son changed the light bulb, I was holding the ladder for him and happened to catch a glimpse of his crotch. In that moment, I was struck by the realization that he had truly become a man—and before I knew it, I was lost in a fantasy of sharing a deep, passionate kiss with him. From then on, my thoughts were consumed by the idea of being intimate with my son. That night, I decided to join him in the bathtub, telling myself I just wanted to wash his back.