Josephine was humming to herself while sunlight poured in through the small kitchen window. Some station was playing one of her favourite golden oldies on the radio. Mark, her husband, was reading his newspaper, like clockwork every morning. Nicky also sat there, very quiet and full of anger; if his eyes could kill, they probably would. Josephine didn’t notice; she was feeling better than she had in years.

Jun Lee shuffled into the kitchen, giving a cough. He had a pathetic look on his face. He hoped the act would fool his onlookers. “Morning,” he croaked, with a pathetic I-feel-so-sorry-for-myself voice.

Mark looked up from his paper, then set it down. “Jun, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick? Your face seems a bit pale.”

Josephine, ever the caring host, walked around the table and put the back of her hand to his forehead. “Oh, you poor thing, you’re burning up… Did you get any sleep last night?”

With one more pathetic cough, Jun Lee leaned against the kitchen counter, saying, “I… I don’t know.” Looking at Mark, he said, “If… if I don’t feel better soon… maybe I can’t go on the trip.”

Josephine put her hand lightly on his arm, just enough to send a shiver through him. “Jun… that’s awful, you’ve been so excited about this trip. Do you want some medication? Do we need to take you to see a doctor?”

“No need, I have medication in my bag. I’ll take some after I’ve eaten something.”

Mark ran a hand through his hair, clearly looking frustrated. “Well… we can’t cancel, I’ll lose the money.”

Josephine smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Mark, it’s okay. If he needs to stay with me, that’s fine. I wasn’t planning on doing a lot while the three of you were gone anyway,” she said, casually.

Then she added, almost as an afterthought, “But I do have swimming lessons all day and Mark will be at work. Nicky will be away because he is on a study day at sixth form. Do you think you could manage alone all day?”

Jun only nodded, then added, “I am old enough to look after myself, I should be fine.”

In the meantime, Nicky sat there, watching the performance — something didn’t sit right. He smelled a rat, then he thought of an idea. “Erm… Mum, I can pop back home on my dinner break and check on him, that is if it’s okay by you.”

Josephine’s face lit up, so innocent, so pure. “Oh Nicky, will you? Thank you, son.”

Jun Lee took a slice of buttered toast, and as he stepped out the door, Nicky’s eyes flicked to his mother, and that’s when it hit him — she winked at Jun Lee. There was a rat, or rather, two rats.

Nicky’s jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t just concern for him; they must have set this up and suddenly, it all clicked into place.

Nicky left the house earlier than normal. He didn’t follow his normal route, didn’t go where he was supposed to go. Instead, he headed into town, mind buzzing with suspicion and questions. He walked into a small security shop, his eyes scanning the gadgets and equipment until he asked the owner for what he was looking for.

“Uhm… I wonder if you could help me? I’m looking for, like… spy cameras.

The owner, an older man with a friendly smile, nodded immediately. He walked to a display cabinet and said, “Kid, these are perfect. They are tiny and have amazing quality. You can watch everything from your phone, wherever you are, as long as you have a Wi-Fi signal. The sound is crystal clear, too. How many do you want?”

Nicky was silent for a moment, his hand in front of him. One finger went up, then a second followed. “I think two should do the job.”

The man opened the display cabinet. “Good choice, once they’re fully charged, they will last a week, easily. The advantage is that you can set your phone to give you a ping when activated by movement, or set it to silent if you want privacy. When set to off, they will only come on when you open the app on your phone. So, no random notifications.”

He stood there, thinking for a while, and added, lowering his voice slightly, as if he was sharing something secret, “Oh, and it records straight to your phone and not on the camera. So if someone finds it, there is nothing for them to download.”

That sealed the deal. Nicky paid from his savings without flinching, sliding the notes across the counter.

He left the shop and headed straight to sixth form, not for studying, but to a quiet corner in the common room, where he plugged both cameras into a USB charger and watched the small red lights blink to life.

Just before his dinner break, the cameras were fully charged, and the green lights had replaced the red. He shoved them into his bag and left for home. He slipped in silently and went to the living room first.

Jun Lee was sprawled on the sofa, really fast asleep. Nicky’s stomach twisted with disgust, but he didn’t wake him; he just crept past him and up the stairs, avoiding the creaky one.

He went to his parents’ bedroom and the door was open. He had to be strategic in placing the camera. He scanned the room from the door and then he saw it, the corner shelf above the dresser. There were photo frames and candles. It was high enough and the angle would be perfect.

Nicky pulled one of the small black cameras from his bag and peeled the cover off the sticky backing and stuck it on the side of the biggest frame. It was one of his mum and him at the beach last summer. He opened the app on his phone and set the lens of the camera in focus, then trained it at the bed and a big part of the foot end of the bed. He looked at the view on the app and saw that the view was clear and crisp.

He went downstairs again and stood in the living room, looking for a safe place to put the second and last camera. Then he saw it — the barely used hi-fi speaker on the mantelpiece under the TV. He popped the grille off with his thumb and wedged the second camera inside, the lens aimed dead at the sofa. He snapped the grille back on and stood back. Great, it was invisible if you did not know it was there.

Nicky went and sat on the floor, opened the app and split the screen. He had the bedroom feed on the left and the living room feed on the right. He could see Jun Lee still out cold on the sofa, on the living room feed. Perfect.

While sitting there, he felt his chest was tight — there was inner turmoil. He knew what he had seen that Wednesday night. He knew his mum had slept with Jun. The image was burned into his brain, her legs wide open, hand on her stomach, feeling his bulge inside of her, moaning his name like it was the only name she knew. It made him sick, made him hard, made him hate himself more.

He didn’t know what he’d do with the proof yet. Show Dad? Confront her or Jun Lee? Just… have it as evidence? Or was it just to stop the crazy spinning in his head? All he knew was that he couldn’t keep going without evidence, couldn’t let them think he was blind or stupid.

Nicky put the phone back in his pocket, stood up quietly, and slipped out the front door, making sure not to make any noise. He headed back to sixth form like nothing had happened.

By Thursday night, when the house had settled into calmness, Nicky lay on his bed, resisting the powerful urge to storm down the hall and knock Jun Lee out. Meanwhile, Jun Lee remained in his own room, still playing the I-feel-so-sick part perfectly.

Downstairs, Mark was stretched out with a beer, unwinding after finally loading the car with the overnight bags and all the fishing gear for tomorrow morning.

Josephine wandered in, fresh from the shower, and joined Mark on the sofa. She was wrapped in a big, white, fluffy robe, her hair still slightly damp. With a content little sigh, she plonked herself down next to Mark, stretching her bare feet out in front of her, before casually pulling a small little bottle of red nail polish from the pocket of her robe.

Mark glanced over from his beer, watching her for a moment, as she carefully brushed the fiery red polish onto her toes. With a teasing grin, he nodded toward the bottle. “Is that a new colour? I haven’t seen you with that before. Got a hot date I don’t know about?” he joked, letting out a small laugh.

Josephine kept her attention on her toes, steadying her foot in one hand as she painted with slow, careful strokes. A faint, knowing smile flickered across her face. “Mm,” she murmured casually, blowing on the fresh polish, “thought I’d make a bit of an effort… seeing as I might have company all weekend.”

Mark chuckled, completely unperturbed. “Careful, you might have the lad thinking you’re trying to impress him. Or, he might get the notion that you want to seduce him.”

Josephine finally glanced up at him, the tiniest spark of mischief in her eyes, “Oh,” she said lightly, dipping the brush back into the bottle, “I’m sure he’ll notice.”

Once she finished her toes, she set her feet carefully on the floor and began brushing the same fiery red across her fingernails. 

Mark watched for a moment, trying to make sense of what she meant. He took another sip of his beer before smirking. “You know,” he said, casually, “that kinda matches that sexy silk robe you’ve got… the one that doesn’t make an appearance anymore.”

Josephine glared at him. “Maybe it would,” she replied, “if you didn’t come to bed so tired these days.”

Mark laughed it off, shaking his head as he leaned back into the sofa, completely missing the quiet bite hidden in her words, while Josephine continued painting her nails.

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Friday...

Jun Lee had slipped downstairs early and curled up on the sofa, pretending to be asleep. The curtains were drawn, but pale morning light still crept in around the edges, casting a soft glow across the lounge, covering everything in a quiet calm, like only a beautiful morning could do.

When Mark came down, dressed, smiling, he was ready for the day and ready for breakfast before they left. He froze mid-step. His eyes landed on Jun Lee and widened in shock.

“Jo!” he called out. “Why is he here?”

Almost immediately, Josephine appeared at the top of the stairs, her robe neatly tied, hair perfect, and face carefully composed in an expression of mild confusion. “What is it?” she asked, her voice full of concern, descending gracefully toward the lounge.

Mark pointed toward the sofa, still baffled. “He… he’s on the sofa. Why?”

Josephine’s brow furrowed just enough to seem concerned, her hands fluttering slightly as if unsure. “I… I don’t know, maybe he got tired of the room, or he wanted to watch some TV,” she said softly, keeping her tone light and plausible. Every movement, every glance was carefully measured — concern, yes, but all part of the guise they had planned before.

Jun Lee stirred slightly, keeping up the act, and Josephine’s eyes flicked to him briefly, just enough to share a silent, knowing spark before turning her full attention back to Mark.

Jun Lee sat up, just enough to offer a sheepish explanation. “It was… hot in my room,” he said quickly, “so I thought I’d try the sofa… see if it was cooler.”

Mark gave a quick nod. “Right, you definitely can’t come.”

He turned toward the stairs and yelled up, “Nicky, move it! We have to leave before the morning traffic intensifies.”

Time slipped by fast. Before they knew it, the clock on the microwave showed 8:00 am, and they were heading out — Mark sliding into the driver’s seat, Nicky jumping in the passenger side, and the car rolled down the driveway.

She didn’t just walk to the door; she rolled her hips like a runway model. She knew exactly what the sight did to him. Jun Lee’s brow lifted, confusion flickering for half a second, then the deadbolt slammed home with a thick, metallic clunk that echoed in the hallway.

For a second, she just stood there, her hand still resting on the lock. Then she turned around. Jun was still on the sofa, watching her. He didn’t know whether he should smile, keep up the act, or relax.

She looked at him for a moment before walking a few steps back into the room. The playful edge in her expression had then softened slightly. “Jun Lee…”

He straightened a little where he sat.

She held his gaze, almost like she was giving him a moment to think whether they should or shouldn’t.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

He closed the distance in a few steps and pulled her into him, crashing his lips against hers in a sudden, breathless kiss that left no room for doubt.

She didn’t just kiss him back. She fucking claimed him.

One hand clawed up his neck, nails raking his skin before fisting his hair so tightly his scalp stung. She yanked his head back just enough to change the angle, then dove deeper. Her other hand slid down, fingers digging into his arse, pulling him tighter against the insistent roll of her hips. She wanted to feel his hard-on on her crotch; she wanted to feel him.

When they broke apart, it wasn’t clean — spittle pulling from their mouths, both of them shaking with the violence of it. She stayed locked against him, forehead pressed to his. “Well…” she dragged her tongue slowly across his bottom lip, “that settles it.”

She didn’t step back. Instead, she leaned in until her lips brushed his ear.

“My bedroom. Now.”

Only seconds later, they were in her bedroom, the room she had always led her husband into, that is, when Mark still had a sex drive. Jun Lee was barely through the door before he started tearing his clothes off, shirt dragged over his head.

“Hey, hey… easy tiger,” she said softly, catching his wrists before he could tear the robe the rest of the way open. “I’m not cutting any corners with you,” she continued, her voice calmer by then, almost teasing as she looked up at him. “The other night… even though you made me cum…” she gave a small shrug, “…it was still over pretty quick.”

His eyes dropped immediately, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face.

“Hey,” she said, lifting his chin with her fingers. “It’s okay.”

Her tone softened, but there was a spark in it, too.

“You can be the hotshot all weekend,” she said with a small smile, her fingers still holding his chin up, “but today… today is about learning how to slow things down… take your time… and build a bit of stamina.”

She shrugged off her robe, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. She guided him back onto the bed, pressing him down lightly, keeping her eyes on his. Kneeling between his legs, her hands wrapped around his cock, warm and soft but firm; she started slow, teasing strokes that made him flinch and groan.

“When you feel like you’re about to cum,” she whispered, “clench… pinch your arse cheeks together. Hold it… let it build, but try not to cum.”

Her mouth and hands worked together, dragging him to the edge, then pulling back just enough to keep him burning. Every time he gasped or thrashed, her fingers pinched lightly, keeping him on the brink. “Not yet… hold it… Yes, just like that,” she murmured, guiding him, whispering instructions on how to breathe, how to clench, how to control himself.

She varied the pace, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes, then flicking her tongue over the tip in teasing motions, pulling him close and then letting him calm down just short of release.

Minutes stretched on. He was burning, shaking, gasping, trying to force himself to release, but she held him down, pushing, teasing, edging him again and again. “Not yet… breathe… hold it… yes, that’s it… tighter… clench…”

Time lost all meaning. He was completely undone by her touch, every nerve screaming, every pulse pounding. She whispered low, clear instructions, and guided him through each wave. He could only follow her instructions; he was like a puppet on a string— helpless, aching for release, and completely at her mercy.

Finally, when she judged the moment perfectly, she leaned forward. “Now,” she whispered, “let it rip.”

He shuddered violently, every ounce of pent-up tension spilling over him, groaning, his body convulsing. She held him through it, stroked him, guided him, murmuring encouragements, letting him ride the wave.

When it was over, she leaned back slightly, eyes dark and satisfied, her fingers still trailing lightly over him. “See?” she murmured softly. “That’s what happens when you take your time. Wasn’t that one of the best ejaculations you’ve had?”

She was still catching her breath when Jun Lee finally propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes wide, dazed, like he had just woken up from a fever dream.

“Josephine…” His voice rough from all the groaning. “You actually… you swallowed it? My sperm?”

She wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then licked it clean while holding his stare

 “Yeah. Every tasty drop of it. Why not?”

“I thought that was only in movies. Like… porn… Nobody really does that. Or do they?”

“Oh, Jun Lee.” Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly. “From now on, if my mouth isn’t swallowing it… my pussy will. But those juices of yours won’t go to waste.”

She rolled off him and dropped her back on the tangled sheets. Her legs dropped open wide, knees falling out to the sides like she’s got nothing to...