He was a good son, and like all good sons, he really loved his mother. In fact, he completely worshiped the woman. Yet he couldn't make love to her; not with his father sitting there, watching them. He got out of bed and threw a dressing-gown over his self-conscious nakedness. As he passed his father on the way out of the room,he heard the old man say: Aye Oedipus, yir a complex fucker right enough.