The shoot began. Mom accidentally knocked a pen onto the floor and was about to bend over to pick it up when she noticed Dad had already picked up the pen and was wiping it with a tissue. Dad looked up at Mom, but due to the size of Mom's chest and her half-bent posture, his gaze only reached the upper half of her body.
"Good! Hold this pose for five minutes," the photographer said, indicating the pose was perfect. On the other end of the camera, Mom's panties, along with her stockings, were pulled down to her thighs. The cowboy guy used scissors to cut the sides of her panties and pulled them out from her crotch before pulling her flesh-colored stockings back up. This left Mom wearing only stockings with no panties underneath.
"OK, the pose is perfect. Next action," the photographer announced. "For the next action, Mr. Xu, you can improvise. The focus is on Ms. Sun—you need to show that you also have feelings for Mr. Xu but are holding back because you don't know how to express them. For example, you could speak haltingly, as if afraid of saying the wrong thing." The photographer continued to direct.
The next scene began filming. Dad sat in the front row, working earnestly, while Mom watched his back from the rear, lost in thought. Under the table, Mom was still attempting to pleasure herself, but to no avail. Then, she noticed the two men's cocks beside her. After a brief hesitation, she immediately leaned down, deciding to satisfy her desires in a different way for the time being. Mom leaned her upper body over the cowboy-clad man's legs, taking his cock into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. Her dark, beautiful hair swayed with the motion of her head. Seeing this, the man with the center-parted hair moved his cock closer to Mom's mouth. Without hesitation, she wrapped her left hand around the head of his cock, giving him a handjob.
"Honey, I remember when we first started dating, we were just as shy as we are now..." Dad said, fiddling with a pencil as he spoke to Mom in the back. "Mmm... uh... hubby, ha~ Back then... mmm... we were even shyer than we are now..." Mom didn't slow down her oral pace at all, pressing an 18cm cock against her cheek, creating a prominent bulge, and swirling her tongue around the man's glans.
"Yeah... honey, the way you're talking now really reminds me of back then, all hesitant and cute..." Dad continued reminiscing. "Mmm... uh... I wasn't like that back then~" Mom coquettishly protested to Dad while vigorously servicing the men. Dad chatted with Mom like this, and Mom responded while keeping up her activities. If you ignored what was happening under the table, it was such a harmonious and intimate scene...
After more than ten minutes, the two men could no longer withstand Mom's ministrations and were about to release. The cowboy-clad man was the first to erupt heavily into Mom's mouth, and she swallowed every last drop. Then, the other man couldn't hold back either, and under the repeated strokes of Mom's small hand, he ejaculated along the web of her thumb. At this moment, Mom's mouth was still full of the cowboy-clad man's semen. Not wanting to waste the center-parted man's release, she poured it into the coffee Dad had just handed her. Instantly, a rich black coffee turned into a latte. Mom picked up this semen-infused coffee, took a careful sip, and then gave the two men a thumbs-up, as if praising them.
Even though she hadn't experienced physical pleasure or climax, the two servings of semen still brought Mom a slight sense of satisfaction.
"Alright, you two performed well. The feeling was just right. This scene ends here. Let's prepare to shoot the next one." Wang Sen clapped his hands, indicating that the shoot had gone well.
"Honey, how was the coffee I made for you?" Dad asked Mom as he walked over after the photoshoot. "It was quite good. I remember you used to make coffee for me often when we were dating, but next time, remember to add more milk." Mom shook the "latte" in her hand and then took a big sip.
"Both of you are in great form today, so let's shoot one more scene. The theme is: the forbidden love between a teacher and a student." As Mom and Dad chatted, Wang Sen announced the idea of adding another set of photos.
"A forbidden romance between teacher and student? I think that's great!" Mom chimed in. "I'll go along with you—I'd love to play your student for once." Dad also agreed. "Then let's have the two of you change into some appropriate outfits," Wang Sen said, instructing the staff to take Mom and Dad to the set to change.
After a while, both of them emerged in their new attire. Mom's outfit didn't change much—after all, she had already been wearing a uniform skirt when she arrived. Now, she simply swapped it for a slightly shorter skirt, giving her a more fashionable look, but otherwise, everything remained the same. The biggest transformation was Dad's. His original suit was now replaced by the most common blue-and-white athletic uniform worn by middle school students. Wearing it, Dad instantly looked over a decade younger.
"In a moment, one of you will be lecturing on the podium, while the other listens attentively below. Then, your eyes will meet, you'll slowly draw closer, and finally, you'll share a gentle kiss across the lectern—we're recreating a classic scene from a Japanese drama," Wang Sen explained, finishing his instructions and preparing to start filming.
"Hey, where did that guy with the center-parted hair go?" Dad asked, puzzled by the disappearance of the 'colleague' who had been in the scene earlier.
"Oh, he had a stomachache and went to the restroom," the photographer replied. In reality, through the camera lens, he could clearly see the center-parted man already crouched beneath the lectern, ready and waiting, though it was unclear what role he would play in the upcoming scene.
The next scene officially began filming. Mom, playing the teacher with natural ease, delivered her lecture on the podium. Thanks to her professional background, even from a technical standpoint, Mom's teaching was exceptionally skilled. Dad, seated directly across from the lectern, was completely captivated by her eloquent delivery, resting his chin on one hand as he listened intently. Meanwhile, beneath the lectern, the center-parted man was already using his fingers to tease Mom's pussy through her pantyhose. However, unable to feel any pleasure, Mom could only sense a lecherous man fumbling beneath her. Without any arousal or pleasure to mask it, an expression of intense disgust involuntarily spread across her face.
Mom's expression slipped out of control, her disgust and revulsion now visible. Dad, thinking something was wrong, quickly asked, "Dar... I mean, Teacher Sun. What's the matter?"
"Nothing, nothing. There's just a disgusting fly under the table," Mom said, slapping her thigh hard—ostensibly to swat the fly, but in reality, the slap landed squarely on the center-parted man's face. "Let's continue filming."
Dad and Mom locked eyes. Dad slowly approached the lectern. Since he wasn't particularly tall, he used both hands to support his upper body, leaning slightly forward to prop himself on the lectern as he prepared to kiss Mom. Mom, in turn, gently rose onto her tiptoes, leaning forward to meet him. As she lifted her heels, the man beneath the table yanked down her flesh-toned pantyhose, then thrust his tongue into her pussy, vigorously swirling and stirring it inside her.
On the podium, Mom and Dad were lost in a passionate kiss, while beneath it, a man was fervently licking Mom's pussy. The man with the center-parted hair was like a dog in heat, desperately trying to push his tongue deeper into Mom's pussy with every inch. On the podium, Mom's brows were tightly furrowed as she kissed, clearly disgusted by the man beneath her. Unable to derive any pleasure from him, she felt nothing but endless revulsion toward the center-parted man.
"I'm a bit tired from filming today, honey. Let's call it a day here," Mom said after the kiss, unable to bear the center-parted man any longer and quickly halting the scene.
"Hmm... if you're tired, let's go home and rest. Whatever you say," Dad replied, still utterly doting on Mom.
"Go change and wait for me on the first floor, honey. I'll pick out a few more photos," Mom said as she walked into the changing room. Dad headed downstairs.
"What do you mean? What did you do to me?" Mom, now changed, pointed at Wang Sen's nose and demanded an explanation. "Teacher Sun, the pleasure you usually seek comes too easily. That's not true enjoyment. You have to give something to get something—that's the truth," Wang Sen calmly explained to her. "Is that all you wanted to say? Then I really overestimated you. And these three men around you are truly disgusting!" Mom grew angrier and more disdainful.
"Don't be angry, Teacher Sun. For the next week, you can indulge in masturbation or have sex with your husband as much as you like. But I guarantee you won't feel even a hint of pleasure. You can go home and try it yourself. If what I say holds true and you still want to experience a real climax, you can come find me here next weekend evening," Wang Sen said, handing Mom a card that read: Nightingale Club Address.
"Hmph, I don't need you," Mom retorted, but she still took the card and turned to go downstairs.
At the end of the video, Wang Sen and the three men were talking: "Boss, do you really think we can handle this woman after what happened today?"
"Don't worry. Today was just her first day. There's still a whole week ahead. She'll stir up her desires countless times, only to be disappointed again and again. In the end, she'll come to me."
"Boss, are you so sure?"
"Let me ask you: If this woman repeatedly stirs up her desires and craves climax but is disappointed every time, where does all that pent-up sexual energy go? And where does the experience of being on the brink of climax each time get stored?"
"So you mean she isn't incapable of climaxing—you've just tightened the valve on her climax, and the pressure inside will keep building until she has no choice but to beg you to release it?"
"Exactly. Go home and rest up. We'll be busy this weekend. Bring another bottle of aphrodisiac to heighten her desire. If Teacher Sun wants to vent her frustration, we'll help her out."
After watching this video, my confusion grew even deeper, primarily centered around my father. When I was little, although Dad was busy with work, he would still appear frequently and take me out with Mom every weekend. However, after I started middle school, Dad's work became increasingly demanding until he eventually went abroad for work, returning only once or twice a year. As a result, my memory of him has grown increasingly faint.
"Mom! When will Dad be back next?" Thinking of this, I decided to ask my mother. "He'll be back in a month or so. This time, he'll be able to stay home for a long while. Why, do you miss him?" Mom replied. "Oh… Mom, what exactly is Dad researching abroad? He's so busy that he hardly comes back." I continued to ask. "Your dad is doing scientific research abroad, so he's busy. He's working at a research institute called the Human Behavior Research Institute. Once this project is finished, he'll be back," my mother answered.
"Human Behavior Research Institute? That place again? What does it do?" With these questions in mind, I prepared to continue studying the recordings, searching for clues.
I continued browsing through the videos taken after they returned from the photo studio. To my surprise, I discovered that someone had installed a hidden surveillance camera in my parents' bedroom. Many of the videos in the USB drive were recorded from a hidden, voyeuristic perspective.
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