part-time jobs for mature mothers

"Your mom is my goddess. If I could sleep with her just once, even if it meant dying," Huang Qiang
said longingly, drool mixed with nosebleed.

My name is Wang Bo, the "Bo" in "doctor," not the "Bo" in "erect."

Ever since I invited some close friends to my house for my birthday party, Huang Qiang has talked about my mom to me
more than once . I know he's always been outspoken and likes to talk nonsense, and even when he
says something really outrageous, I don't really care.

Speaking of which, Huang Qiang is a distant relative of mine. He's a few years older than me, so I should call him my cousin, but our
families aren't actually that far apart. I always call him Da Qiang, and he doesn't mind at all.

Last Sunday was my birthday, and I invited some classmates and friends I'm close to over for dinner. Knowing her
classmate was coming, Mom went to the supermarket a day early to buy lots of groceries. She also dressed up specially, changing into
a floral midi skirt and carefully putting on sheer flesh-colored pantyhose. Even her eyebrows, which she usually didn't pay much attention to
, were meticulously drawn and redrawn. This made her, who was not yet forty, look more than
ten years younger; at first glance, she looked like she was in her twenties. To be honest, Mom wasn't particularly beautiful, but you could always spot her in a crowd
. Although she was almost forty, she didn't look old at all. Her skin was fair, her figure tall, and
she still had a perfect hourglass shape. Her high, rounded hips gave her a beautifully curved
silhouette no matter what she wore

. Her calves were full yet shapely and toned, and the pantyhose made them appear even more flawless. Age had only added to her
irresistible mature charm. Her eyes, nose, and tongue were all very attractive, and she seemed
to smile even before saying a word. This was undoubtedly due to her consistent daily skincare routine and her work.

My mother works at the city cultural center. The job isn't stressful, and it's quite leisurely, which allows her to maintain
a peaceful state of mind. She's been doing this job for three years, having secured it through connections three years ago in this public
institution.

Her daily tasks include organizing documents, receiving and sending files, and organizing some community activities. Most of the time, she can chat with
her colleagues, browse the internet, and read the newspaper. When leaders visit, she gets busier, needing to update
equipment, clean, and prepare for their arrival. My mother is quiet and prefers a peaceful environment, making this job suitable for
her.

However, she has one complaint: the salary isn't very high—just enough to get by.

Aside from that, she's quite satisfied with the job, considering how many people outside the city go
to great lengths to get a job at the cultural center.

Sunday was lively; all her close friends came except for Li Wei, who had to come due to unforeseen circumstances. My father was away on
a business trip and couldn't come home, but he said he'd mail me a birthday present from out of town. Only my mother
was at home, bustling about preparing the meal. Fortunately, I had a group of enthusiastic friends who helped
my mother . Otherwise, she would have been overwhelmed.

Huang Qiang was especially enthusiastic that day, constantly running around my mother, serving dishes, wiping the floor, and
keeping her busy .

"Aunt Lin, you're sweating a lot. This towel is wet; take it and wipe your sweat." My mother's name is Lin Jing, and
her friends all call her Aunt Lin. Huang Qiang always likes to please girls and be very attentive; I never expected him to use this trick on my
mother as well.

The mother, busy stirring the vegetables in the wok, turned down the heat, smiled, and took the towel to casually wipe the
fine beads of sweat from her forehead. After wiping, she handed the towel back to Huang Qiang, saying with a smile, "What a thoughtful young man. It
's really a bit hot in the kitchen. Go out and play with them. I can manage here by myself."

"Aunt Lin, you're too busy. Let me help you. Just let me know if there's anything you need me to do. You
're my aunt, so don't be shy." Huang Qiang hung the towel up again, unwilling to leave the kitchen.

"Alright then, if you don't mind getting dirty, could you take the tomatoes out of the cupboard by my feet and wash them?"

the mother instructed, speaking softly as always.

"No problem." Huang Qiang said, then walked to the cabinet next to his mother's feet. He squatted down to try and open
the cabinet , but the door was slightly blocked by his mother's stockinged foot in her slippers. "Auntie, could you please
move your foot a little? I can't open the cabinet."

"Oh, look at me, I forget everything when I'm busy, ah..."

His mother said as she moved aside. Inadvertently, a tiny bit of oil from the pot splashed onto the back of
her foot, instantly revealing a small oil stain on her stocking. The hot oil touched her skin, and his mother couldn't help but let out a soft
cry.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" Huang Qiang immediately looked up and understood before his mother could speak. "
Auntie , don't move, let me take a look." Without waiting for his mother's reply, Huang Qiang grabbed her left foot, took off her
slippers, and lifted her foot to examine it closely.

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt now." When his mother realized that her stockinged foot was in Huang Qiang's
hand, her face turned red, and she hurriedly tried to pull her hand away.

"Auntie, don't worry, I know a little massage. I'll rub it for a bit and it'll be fine. I promise it won't leave
any scars." Huang Qiang held his mother's foot tightly while
rubbing the oily area in circles. His last sentence seemed to touch his mother's heart, and she stopped struggling, letting him
hold her heel with one hand and rub the instep with the other.

Because she took care of her feet and often wore stockings, his mother's feet were very white, neither too fat nor too thin, slender and well-proportioned, with her five
toes arranged in an orderly row under the stockings, the nail polish on her toes particularly eye-catching. Perhaps because she had been walking
around , even though she had just put on the stockings, there were some dark sweat stains on her toes. Huang Qiang's
right hand would occasionally touch his mother's toes while rubbing the instep, making his mother feel a little embarrassed. She
said to Huang Qiang somewhat shyly, "I'm sorry, I might have sweated a little, my feet are a bit dirty
. You must be very tired."

"Auntie's feet aren't dirty at all, they're actually quite beautiful. I don't think any young girl's feet are as pretty as yours
. It's obvious you take good care of them." Caught off guard, the mother stopped talking, hoping he
would finish quickly, otherwise it would be so embarrassing if her son and his classmates saw them.

"Okay, that's all for now, Auntie. Let me help you put on your shoes. Auntie, your stockings are dirty, why don't you go change them
? I'll watch them here." Huang Qiang carefully helped his mother put on her slippers and then, with extra concern, told her
to change her stockings.

"It's alright, you can change it after dinner. There's water here, you can try it out first," Mom
said gratefully to Huang Qiang, as if he had done her a great favor.

"Oh, I just need to go to the bathroom, I'll wash up there," Huang Qiang said, and hurriedly left
the kitchen , heading straight for the bathroom.

Seeing Huang Qiang go into the bathroom, I worried that no one would help in the kitchen, so I went in to see what I could do. Unexpectedly,
Mom gave me a good scolding: "Look at Huang Qiang, he's only a few years older than you, so sensible and
thoughtful ! All you do is play, don't you know how to help your mother with chores?" I chuckled and put the tomatoes on the cutting board in the sink to wash, secretly laughing at Mom's guilty conscience. Actually, I had seen
Huang Qiang massaging Mom's feet earlier , but I just didn't say anything. Not long after, the food was almost ready, and a big birthday cake was brought out. After lighting the candles, it was my 20th birthday. My friends, including Zhuan Ge, Tuo Luo, and Xiao Ding, gathered around, ready to sing "Happy Birthday." The observant Huang Qiang noticed his mother hadn't arrived yet, so he went over and called out to Aunt Lin in the kitchen, but there was no response. Just as he was wondering what was going on, the bedroom door opened, and his mother walked out, her face beaming. She had let her hair down, her previous high ponytail loose, and she was still wearing her floral dress. Her stockings, stained with oil and sweat, were now replaced with short stockings, and her slippers were now white mid-heel sandals. This outfit made her look even younger. "Auntie, with that outfit, we should call you 'sister'! To outsiders, you don't look like Wang Bo's mother , you look like his sister!" Huang Qiang was the first to flatter his mother, and the others quickly echoed him. I noticed their eyes were practically green with envy as they scrutinized his mother from head to toe, unwilling to look away, making her a little embarrassed. After blowing out the candles and cutting the cake, everyone started eating and chatting, while his mother busied herself getting things from the kitchen. Wearing mid-heeled sandals, Mom's hips swayed high under her floral dress as she walked, drawing everyone's attention. These few lecherous men, seemingly forgetting their cake, stared blatantly . Only when Mom came out did they pretend to be engrossed in their cake again. I noticed Huang Qiang's mouth was drooling, but he was completely oblivious, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Later, whenever Mom stood up, their eyes followed her, finally settling on her full hips. Mom, completely unaware, seemed to sway her hips even more vigorously. At dinner, the group politely offered Mom a seat first, but Huang Qiang quickly grabbed the seat next to her, beaming . Once the meal began, Zhuan Ge and the others kept praising the delicious food Mom had prepared, which pleased her. Huang Qiang, however, took over, constantly piling food onto Mom's plate, showering her with attention, completely ignoring my presence, which made my teeth itch with envy. After eating for a while, Mom seemed to remember something and stood up, saying, "I forgot I bought a bottle of wine and put it in the freezer." Huang Qiang pressed Mom back down, saying, "I'll get it . You've worked so hard today, just sit here and rest." Although it was Huang Qiang's first time at my house, he seemed quite familiar with the place. He quickly brought the wine and stemmed glasses, opened them, and poured a large glass for Mom first, then poured some for me and the others. Everyone stood up to toast, and when Mom stood up, perhaps unaccustomed to the high heels of her sandals, she stumbled spilled the entire glass of wine on Huang Qiang. Huang Qiang didn't seem to notice; with lightning speed, he caught Mom, and his right hand inadvertently cupped her breasts. I saw Mom's face turn bright red . Huang Qiang seemed oblivious to the fact that his lecherous hand had touched this mature woman's breasts, insisting on waiting until Mom was seated properly before letting go. I watched, seething with anger but helpless. Huang Qiang returned to his seat and suddenly glanced quickly at his mother's crotch, then winked at Zhuan Ge, who sat opposite him. A moment later, there was a sharp crack on the floor. Zhuan Ge cried out, " Ouch ..." as he dropped a chopstick and bent down to pick it up. After a while, he said under the table, "Finally found it." He sat back down, his face flushed as he wiped the chopstick with a tissue, glancing at his mother several times. What was he playing at? I sensed something was wrong, so I casually looked in the direction and discovered he was actually peeking at his mother's crotch. Apparently, some of the wine from the glass had spilled on his mother's floral skirt, right between her legs, and a was visible through the skirt, making his dignified mother look incredibly alluring. Unfortunately, Mom was busy serving them drinks and food and didn't realize that these lecherous men were staring at her. I couldn't say anything directly, so I forced a smile, hoping they would stop taking advantage of Mom. Huang Qiang was a friend I met about six months ago. He was straightforward but had a fiery temper. He was very generous and therefore surrounded by a group of shady friends. He was considered wealthy in the city and had opened a clothing store in the city's bustling commercial district with his family's money. Perhaps this guy had some business acumen, because within a year he opened a branded women's shoe store, and the business seemed to be growing bigger and bigger. After the business was on track, he hired helpers to help him run the store, while he himself became a hands-off boss, idling around all day. We . We got along quite well and gradually became friends. The others, Zhuan Ge and Xiao Ding, are my classmates from school. We usually play basketball together and brag together, so we get along quite well and have formed our own little circle. Li Wei, who couldn't come today, is also a friend of mine from the streets. Judging from his usual demeanor, he seems to work in a nightclub or run a hair salon; in short, he doesn't seem like a respectable person. But actually, he's our school's physical education teacher, not much older than me, but a loyal and righteous person. We met when we all played basketball together. That day, during dinner, they were all leering at my mother. Huang Qiang, in particular, had ulterior motives , constantly pouring alcohol onto her. Somehow, my mother, who usually has a good tolerance for alcohol, was completely drunk this time and could barely stand. I think my mother must have noticed their undisguised lecherous gazes. Because she's been through it all, she must understand what young people are thinking, but she just doesn't mind. After dinner, we were clearing the dishes together. While my mother was resting on the sofa, Huang Qiang secretly...

The thief whispered to me, "Hey, your mom's really beautiful. It's irresistible." Before leaving, Huang Qiang walked up
to my mother, respectfully handed her his business card, and said, "Aunt Lin, Wang Bo and I are friends. If you
ever need clothes or shoes, come to my shop. I guarantee you the best discounts. If you don't mind, I'll even give them to you for free."

My mother opened her blurry, drunken eyes, forced a smile, and accepted Huang Qiang's business card. She watched them leave,
then collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious. She was clearly really drunk.

I was about to go into the kitchen to clean up the mess when the doorbell rang.

Who could it be now?

I opened the door and saw Huang Qiang standing there. He smiled at me and said, "Sorry, I left
something here."

"It's alright, go find it yourself." Walking into the living room, he saw my mother passed out on the sofa.
Turning to me, he suggested, "Let's help Auntie to the bedroom; she won't catch a cold sleeping here."

Before I could answer, Huang Qiang took it upon himself to walk over to my mother, preparing to help the drunk woman up. I
quickly ran over to help. Huang Qiang skillfully draped one of my mother's arms over his shoulder, then placed his other hand on
her waist, indicating that I should support her other arm. Just as I got close to my mother to support her, I smelled
a strong perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol on her skin—a perfume she often used. Huang Qiang
sniffed with delight, and then the two of us began to help my mother towards the bedroom.

Although my mother had a good figure, she was somewhat plump, and it was actually quite difficult for the two of us to support her alone.
I caught Huang Qiang groping my mother from behind to her buttocks as we walked. I glared at him, but he
remained unfazed, his hand continuing its inappropriate groping towards her crotch. I couldn't take it anymore
and slapped his hand away. Just then, I heard my mother groan. Huang Qiang panicked, thinking she had woken up. But

upon closer inspection, he saw my mother's head was still drooping; she was still asleep. The hand I had slapped away boldly
returned to her rounded buttocks. I pretended not to see.

With great effort, we finally got my mother into the bedroom. Passing the bathroom on the way out, Huang Qiang said
, "I need to use the bathroom..." and went in. I went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

Perhaps because my mother had scolded me severely before dinner for rubbing my feet with Huang Qiang, I decided to
clean the kitchen while she slept, so I could surprise her when she woke up. Without hesitation, I threw myself
into the housework, washing dishes, cleaning utensils, mopping the floor, busy and enjoying myself.

Suddenly, I stopped what I was doing and remembered that Huang Qiang had just been at my house. So
I rushed to the bathroom to see if he was still there. Why didn't he say goodbye before leaving? There was no one in the bathroom.

I had a feeling he hadn't left, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in my heart. I suddenly saw that my mother's bedroom
door was ajar. Instinctively, I flung the door open and gasped.

There stood Huang Qiang by my mother's bed, his pants already pulled down to his calves. He was intently holding his
penis to my mother's mouth, about to put it in her mouth. When he saw me, he trembled and stopped
what he was doing. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that my mother's skirt had been rolled up high to her waist. Looking further down, I saw that her
stockings had been removed sometime earlier and were carelessly tossed on the floor. There were faint water stains on her feet.
Looking at the stockings on the floor, I immediately understood: that damned Huang Qiang had ejaculated on
my mother's feet and stockings while I was working in the kitchen.

Enraged and humiliated, I rushed over, pointing at Huang Qiang's face and whispering, "You, you, you bastard,
what have you done?" I dared not raise my voice, afraid of waking my mother.

I grabbed his arm, yanked him out, and slammed the bedroom door shut. Then, I punched Huang Qiang
in the face. Blood instantly flowed from his nose. I glared at him angrily, speechless.

"Do you know what a goddess is? A goddess is someone you see and immediately get an erection, someone you want to sleep with, someone you
scheme to possess."

"You, you fucking bastard, she's my mother, you know that?" I couldn't contain my anger; I
was about to explode.

But Huang Qiang clearly didn't hear what I was saying.

"Your mother is my goddess. If I could sleep with her just once, even if it meant dying," Huang Qiang
said longingly, drool mixed with nosebleed.

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