Mother/Son Complex [(Oedipal complex) Sigmund Freud]

From birth, your arms held me nestled in rest
The hunger I screamed out, you settled by breast
My father always working so you raised me as best
As you possibly could have done, you made it your quest
 
Through puberty I saw a woman loved to be held
I got too close and I suppose I was put under a spell
When I come home from school upset you would sooth me with your smell
We would embrace, but it got dangerous, for you I had fell
 
The oedipal theory was one I couldn't understand
Why all my anger, hatred was towards the parental man
I got so mystified by you, your odour, looks and your words
I fell in love with you, a blessing and a definite curse
 
There's always been a tension and to this day remains
We never speak of what we did 2 years ago to this day
My father wouldn't understand and to the world it's taboo
But I would give an arm and leg to share another night with you
 
I don't know why we haven't spoke about the things that we did
I think that you're embarrassed being in love with your kid
So every night when I open up my laptop to wank
I close my eyes and close the laptop, and use our lust from my bank.