Oedipus Complex: The Mommy Issue

Back to Freud I guess! So the Oedipus Complex. Basically and in short, this is the theory that we all want to fuck our parent of the opposite sex (Freud didn’t seem to be thinking about the homos when he wrote this). If you are reading Freud’s stuff it goes much deeper than that, but there is it.

It’s named after a character in Greek Mythology, Oedipus. Oedipus ends up killing his father and marring his own Mother… so, that is pretty self explanatory.

And I guess I’m here to say Oedipus you are not alone! Sometimes it feel like there are themes every few days. I’m not told what the theme is but Mr. Telephone seems to know. This weekend’s theme is, “I want my Mommy.”

If you are a grown man that wants to dress up in little girl clothes (right down the the tinker bell panties, that was a fun call) and play with her mothers make up only to have your Mommy catch you, punish you (yes, those tinker bell panties are coming down) and then proceed to molest you (but it’s okay cause your really a grown man and this woman was your wife all along…. well me pretending to be your wife, pretending that I’m your mother, pretending you are a little girl actually… hmm), or maybe you want to go down memory lane? Maybe I can play your Mommy and we can recount stories of how I would do really inappropriate things to you that have proven to fuck you up today (for example, this very phone call). Whatever. You know, whatever floats your boat!

My third Mommy phone call should not have caught me off guard. Everything comes in threes right. But he started off oddly normal. He just wanted to have kind of vanilla phone sex; who was doing what, what we were wearing, how we were touching each-other and how good it felt, panting, moaning etc.

If felt like he waited until I was sufficiently “aroused” for him to drop the Mommy bomb.

I was telling him to fuck me harder and the next thing I know he give me a, “Yes , Mommy.”

Haha, well okay. It’s not particularly my thing, but that was pretty easy and simple and in the context of what we were doing, I’ve got no problem with that. “Now I want you to lie down, cause Mommy wants to suck your cock.”

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The fictional play is based on a blog I wrote while working as a phone sex operator and I did that job over 15 years ago.

The blog you’re looking now.

Even then friends thought phone sex was kind of light and fluffy – how can there be any money in that? It already seemed old fashioned. A friend told me, he assumed I must have been lying and just didn’t want to admit that I was camming. I think that says more about what he was googling than where the money is in online sex work. 

I wasn’t lying and it wasn’t light and fluffy. You might assume now – 15 years later – phone sex… NOW it must be old fashioned. It must be a thing of the past like your  landline – the things that people wanted to talk about then they still want to talk about now. They are the things that often (hopefully) the closest you get to them are only in your mind. 

The blog was bad. It is bad… I’m cringing while rereading it now.

It was anonymous. My daily views were like zero to two. I sent it to a couple of friends who just expressed their concern for me and how they read some of it, but they weren’t able to keep reading it. 

One day, my phone was going a little berserk, and I was getting notification after notification. I freaked out. I went online and I saw that a more popular blog had found mine and reblogged it and in less than 24 hours it had been viewed like over 10K times. I logged on and I made it private so that no one could look at it. I know 10K doesn’t seem viral by today’s standards… I mean, I posted my mom on Tiktok and she got over 8 million – but it was different then and at the time, 10K in a day was way too much. Why put something online, if all you do once people look at it is hide it? I wrote quickly and badly. And I was writing honestly… and honestly… I…