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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.

Like, 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, uh, 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, uh, who said what?

But usually those are triggers.

Miss Fox? Miss Fox?

Really mom?

Are you asleep? Miss Fox, are you awake?

You're gonna drag me here and you can't even pay attention?

Alright, Nade? Could you just give us a couple minutes?

Um, 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, uh,

points to clearly repressed 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 of my culture just wouldn't understand.

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?

Nade, 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, huh?

You can't just say I love you or give me a hug for once?

There, I'm hugging you.

Mom?

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 jacosta 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 over-involvement, jealousy, and boundary confusion.

Crazy, but if something was different.

So, you're saying I'm in love with my own son?

Mmm. That's what we'll need to find out.

Come over here.

Get this out of the way.

I'm dying to fuck my steps in.

Really?

We done this with your father.

Don't even mention him right now.

It's just you and me.

He's a big father.

I'm sucking it just like that, Mom.

Mmm-hmm.

It's so good.

Mmm.

This must be why Dad married you, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

Do you like your mommy sucking your dick?

Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

What's up, Mom?

Mmm.

Can't wait.

It's so good, Mom.

Yeah.

I'm so...

Ugh.

Ugh, yeah.

Ugh, ugh, ugh.

Ugh.