Margaret watched as the front door opened and in walked her 15-year old daughter Samantha.
"Mom, you wouldn't believe what I was subjected to outside. Those perverted neighbors of ours were coming home and they kissed right in front of me. Ugh, it was so disgusting."
"Samantha, that's a horrible thing to say," Margaret said, admonishing her daughter.
"What?" Samantha asked, confused by her mom's remark.
"You should apologize right now."
"Apologize for what? Mom, you usually have a bigger problem with those women than I do," Samantha said, pointing in the direction of their neighbors' house. "What's wrong with you?"
Margaret obviously had to set her daughter straight on a few things. But she had a feeling that Samantha wouldn't be so easily convinced as she was. She looked at her daughter and realized for the first time how lovely she was. Samantha was really growing up to be a very attractive woman. A fleeting thought of what it would be like to be with her daughter, in bed, came and went before Margaret could pin it down and really ponder about it. After all, that would be wrong, right? Incest was a bad thing, even if it was just one person showing love towards another.
"Mom, why are you looking at me like that?" Samantha asked, getting really worried about her mom's state-of-mind. She obviously wasn't acting normal.
