My Taboo Parenting Confessions

I never thought I'd be the one spilling this, but here it is, raw and unfiltered. I've crossed lines that most parents wouldn't even whisper about, and it's eating at me in ways I can't ignore. It started with my older daughter; she was around 14 or 15, dealing with what I thought was just bed-wetting from nightmares. But one night, she came to me in tears, admitting she was masturbating and making a mess she couldn't control. I was stunned, my heart racing with a mix of shock and this weird, protective urge. I held her close, feeling her body tremble against mine, and promised we'd talk it out. The next day, I dove in deeper than I ever planned. I showed her how to explore her body properly, guiding her hands to her clit, explaining the rhythms and sensations that could make it feel good without the chaos. God, it was intimate, my fingers brushing hers as I demonstrated, her breaths quickening under my instructions. It was electric, taboo as hell, and I got caught up in the moment, my own desires flickering in the background like a forbidden flame. Now, with my youngest on the horizon, I'm torn. Should I wait for her to come to me, or take the initiative and risk everything again? The thought of her struggling alone haunts me, but initiating feels like stepping into a fire I might not escape. I'm flawed, messy, and honestly, a little turned on by the power and secrecy of it all, but it's also tearing me apart with guilt and confusion. I need to know if I'm the only one who's ever blurred these lines so recklessly.