Hyungjun's Mom's Erotic Poses and Zero2 Dance

With Hyungjun's mother at the motel.

But as we were kissing, Hyungjun's mother suddenly turned her face away, rejecting my lips.

"Si, Siwon-ah. Stop it. We agreed to just take photos."

But I was already way too aroused.

Especially after seeing Hyungjun's mother's venomous yet shamefully lewd expression—I couldn't hold back anymore.

I forcibly pressed her head down with my hand so she couldn't escape, swirling my tongue to ravage hers even more obscenely.

"Hah-euk..."

Hyungjun's mother flailed, grabbing my chest tightly with both hands.

Then she pushed my chest back, pulling away from me.

"Ha-euk... haang. Haang..."

Hyungjun's mother panted roughly with a lascivious face and said,

"Siwon-ah. I told you no. So stop it! If you do this one more time, I'm just going home."

Hyungjun's mother's resistance was fiercer than expected.

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy was already soaking wet, dying for sex with me, but her last shred of reason was holding her back.

Pushing too hard in a situation like this would just ruin everything.

I calmed my excited heart and said to Hyungjun's mother,

"Mom, I'm sorry. Your full-body pantyhose look is just so seductive and beautiful—I lost control. Now I'll really just take photos. Something to cherish as a lifelong memory."

Hyungjun's mother looked at me with lingering distrust, but true to form as a woman, her angry expression softened a bit at being called seductive and pretty.

"For real? No more of these naughty things."

"Got it, Mom. More importantly, could you strike some poses for me?"

"Poses? What kind?"

I gazed at Hyungjun's mother and requested the poses I'd always fantasized about my ideal woman doing in sexy lingerie.

"First, cover one of your plump, massive tits with your right hand, and put your other hand to your lips with a seductive smile."

"L-like this?"

Hyungjun's mother raised her hands and struck the pose as I instructed.

"Yes, Mom. Look at me and smile a bit more lewdly."

Hyungjun's mother stared at me, her eyes gleaming like a fox bewitching a man.

And that enchanting smile...

Just looking at her seductive face made pre-cum leak out uncontrollably.

I positioned my phone for the perfect angle and snapped away—click! click!—saying,

"Mom, you're so pretty and alluring. I could believe you were a teen girl group idol."

Hyungjun's mother's face flushed shyly red.

"Oh, come on... Idol? For an auntie like me."

But a smile wouldn't leave the corners of Hyungjun's mother's mouth.

Indeed, no woman hates being called pretty.

"I'm serious, Mom. I've seen all the hot idols at school festivals lately, and you look way younger and prettier than any of them."

Hyungjun's mother covered her mouth with her hand and smiled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enchantingly.

Dimples formed on both cheeks when she smiled—her sexy yet cute charm was enough to make me lose my mind.

"Mom, now do a sexy cat pose. On all fours on the bed, looking like you're about to devour a man seductively."

Without hesitation, Hyungjun's mother got on all fours on the bed, gazing at me with cat-like seductive eyes.

Her thick, massive, firm tits were fully on display in the cleavage.

And her slender waist flowing into those firm, upturned, plump hips.

I wanted to climb onto the bed right now, grab those firm hips, and thrust my cock in.

Ah, holding back like this was pure torture.

"Mom, great pose. So seductive and cute—you could be an actress. Mom..."

As I stared at Hyungjun's mother with entranced, hazy eyes, she gained confidence and started striking various poses on her own.

"How about this one? Seems like what the kids like these days."

Hyungjun's mother stood up, thrust her slim waist forward, and stuck her ass out back.

She looked at me shyly while covering her pussy lightly with both hands.

It was one of the moves from the trending Zero2 dance.

"Mom, that's so sexy. You know Zero2 too? You're as young as you look. Speaking of which, could you do the Zero2 dance for me?"

Hyungjun's mother blinked in surprise, her eyes wide like a rabbit.

"Oh, kid. I just know the poses. Dancing? No way..."

I ignored her and searched NewTube on my phone, playing the Zero2 song as I said,

"Mom, music's on—hurry~"

Unable to resist my urging, Hyungjun's mother ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started shyly dancing Zero2, shaking her huge tits and firm ass.

Hyungjun's mother seductively swept up her blonde hair with her hand, gazing at me lewdly.

Then, with a haughty expression, she swayed her hips left and right.

Ding ding ding ding~~~

Next, she slid her hand between her plump thighs, striking a pose like she was in handcuffs.

Staring at me expressionlessly, she arrogantly shook her ass left and right.

Her firm, thick tits jiggled along with it.

-Slosh slosh~

Ding ding ding ding~~~

I was entranced watching Hyungjun's mother's addictive Zero2 dance, like I could get hooked forever, when suddenly the song ended.

Ah...

Hyungjun's mother's seductive, mind-blowing Zero2 dance was so addictive I could've watched it all day.

After finishing the Zero2 dance, Hyungjun's mother looked at me shyly and said,

"Ugh, I should've never danced. I'm bad at it, right? I used to dance okay when I was young, but age catches up..."

I finally snapped out of it and waved my hand.

"Mom, for real—this is sincere. Out of every Zero2 dance I've seen, yours was the sexiest and cutest. My heart's still pounding; I can't think straight."

This time, feeling my sincerity, Hyungjun's mother looked at me with eyes full of affection and said,

"Thank you, Siwon-ah. For seeing a middle-aged auntie like me as prettier than I deserve..."

In truth, it wasn't me seeing her as pretty—Hyungjun's mother was just fraudulently gorgeous and sexy.

If she were a character in a dating sim, she'd be a balance-breaking heroine.

"No, Mom. It's not me seeing you that way—you just look so young and beautiful."

Hyungjun's mother approached me and pulled me lightly into her embrace.

The sensation of her firm, soft tits pressed fully against me.

Plus her fresh, cool, luxurious perfume—it aroused me to the point I could barely think.

With her breath on me as she held me, Hyungjun's mother said shyly,

"Meeting you makes me feel like I've gone back to my teens. Thank you, Siwon-ah, for making me feel this thrill again. Truth is, you're so cool and handsome too. If I didn't have a husband and was younger, I'd date you properly..."

Feeling her breath, I gently hugged Hyungjun's mother back and said,

"Mom... It's okay. I'm satisfied just meeting like this."

Hyungjun's mother looked at me with heartbreaking eyes.

"But Siwon-ah, even this has to end today... I can't keep deceiving my husband and kids to meet you anymore."

I gazed into Hyungjun's mother's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠jewel-like sparkling emerald eyes, sighed deeply, and said,

"Got it, Mom. If that's what you want, we'll make today our last. But... one final request, really."

Hyungjun's mother looked at my sad expression and said,

"Yes, Siwon-ah. Just for today. Anything you want, as long as it's not sex. Tell me."

I glanced around the room, tense, and said to Hyungjun's mother,

"Don't think it's weird. It's one of my sexual fantasies I've had for a while, but it's embarrassing to say."

"It's okay, Siwon-ah. Tell auntie. Don't be shy."

Hyungjun's mother stroked my hand, gazing at me with seductive eyes.

And I leaned in, whispering softly into Hyungjun's mother's ear.