Really mom? You don't think there's anything weird about that at all? I didn't
know you were naked. I just went to check on my stepson. That's it.
can you believe this? Why don't you tell the doctor about those torn up pair of
boxers you were about to put on? Can you believe this? He blows all his money
taking some girl out and can't even buy himself a decent pair of underwear. You
were literally lecturing me while I was standing there naked. Well, conflicts
between mother and sons are not often about the thing that they're arguing about
over in the moment. Right? It seems that could be about a closed door, a pair of
boxers, even who said what. But usually those are triggers.
Miss miss Fox.
Miss miss Fox. Really? Are you miss Fox, can you are you awake? You're gonna
drag me here and you can't even pay attention? Alright.
Nate, could you just give us a couple minutes? Could you now could you excuse
us for a couple minutes? I need to have some private time with her. Sure. Thank
you. What I just witnessed
and you described
points to clearly repressive libidinal impulses.
All this points to something deeper than simple parental concern.
I'm not sure what you mean. You do. You do, miss Fox. You just had a little
lapse there, a little dream, if you will, that I'm confident allowed those
hidden impulses to surface.
Look. In today's society, people people of my culture just wouldn't understand.
Like, I know it's not normal to most people, but are you saying what I think
you're saying?
Yes. You are experiencing forbidden sexual feelings for your son.
So what then? I'm broken inside? I'm some kind of monster, the worst mother in
the world? Is that what you're saying? That I'm crazy?
Mom,
are you sniffing my boxers? Nate, where were you? I was worried sick. Really?
So I catch you being a weirdo and you get to ask me questions? That's because I
care. I worry about you. I cook for you. I clean.
So this is how you show love, You can't just say I love you or give me a hug
for once?
There. I'm hugging you.
Are you Oh my gosh. What are you doing?
I don't know what I'm doing.
No, Carter. I'm not saying you're broken, monstrous, or crazy. I'm saying
you're human, and human psychology can be complicated, uncomfortable, and
sometimes deeply contradictory.
It's disgusting. What feels disgusting is the shame attached to the impulses
you never choose. There is a concept in psychology known as the Jocasta complex.
It refers to a mother figure developing an unhealthy emotional or possessive
attachment toward a son, particularly as he becomes an adult. It often appears
with overinvolvement, jealousy, and boundary confusion. That was kinda crazy,
but I knew something was different.
So you're saying I'm in love with my own son?
That's what we'll need to find out.
I'm sorry. No. No one came over me.
Mom?
We need to get this out of the way.
I've been dying to fuck my stepson.
Really?
I've only done this with your father.
Don't even mention him right now. It's just you and me.
You're so much bigger than your father.
He keeps looking at just like that, mom. Mhmm. It's so good.
This must be why dad married you.
You like your mommy's hook in your deck?
Do you want me to put it in your pussy, mom? I can't wait.
Oh my gosh.
That's right.
Finally.
That's
Feels good, ma. Oh, yes. You keep fucking mommy. Yeah.
Oh my gosh.
Yeah. Oh, you feel so much better than your father. Oh, yeah.
Oh, this feels so good.
My god. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.