is about to have sex with her
son - at least, her
son for today.
It is between scenes on the set of an incest-genre porn shoot, and this 65-feature actress, legs crossed and her
feet inside blue slippers, is lounging on the sofa in her
makeshift dressing room.
retrieves a smoke and begins reading bits of dialogue from today's script.Her
makeup artist sits patiently in a nearby chair.
door, the activity in the narrow hallway is brisk: cameras are being moved into place, green cables scrape along the wood floor, and lights, monitors, and bulky microphones are receiving minor adjustments.
, the blandness of the setting - not to mention the potential immorral implications - is not an issue.Quite frankly, she
has more important things on her
has to focus on orgasms.
"I really concentrate on the scene," she
explains as she
continues relaxing by sending phone mails.She
reaches for another cigarette.
"Communication with the director is the most important thing," she
says."We can't make a nice DVD unless the director and the actress have the same vision."
It may seem rather ridiculous but the dialogue and timing of the action are rehearsed under the director's guidance.Lines are read multiple times, and something as simple as a door being opened is practiced more than once.Shoda was recruited through an agency by Momotaro because she is a specialist in this type of fantasies.
The fetish is rooted in an attraction to the mother's maturity and an assumed sexual hunger that she
has nurtured beyond that of the typical early twenty-somethings that dominate Japan's AV industry
indeed has an element of refinement; with her
brown hair to her
speaks very directly and with soothing confidence.
Beneath Shoda's pink cotton top, it is obvious that she
has rather large breasts.
"It depends on the communication with the guy," Shoda
says, "and if the concentration is on the mark, I'll orgasm.
has just gone inside and begun to remove some of her
begins by reaching between her
legs with her
then slowly begins stroking herself with her
fingers.Cameras zoom in. Microphones hang overhead to capture every little slap of flesh.She
ignores all distractions.Her
eyes are nearly shut with her
head slowly tilting from side to side.Moans subtly emanate.Shoda
increases the speed of her
gradually begins to utter slight screams, her
forehead moistening with sweat.Her
son lies on his
bed in his
adjacent room and reads through an erotic comic, oblivious to what is unfolding.Shoda
then flips herself over so that she
is on her
knees, rear to the camera.She
reaches back between her
legs and continues.
Art, this is not, Shoda
admits, but she
does get a certain satisfaction if she
can make a lasting impact.
"Selling a lot of DVDs is nice," she