"Hey, could you boys come help me for a minute?"
"What?" Trevonne yelled. "Who you calling 'boys?' Me and Frank is 18, and Lester will be 19 in a few days. We ain't no boys."
"OK, I'm sorry. Would you young men please come and help me for a minute?"
The three boys walked up the front walk and looked up at the older woman standing on the porch. Her big breasts were straining the tank top and it was obvious that her nipples were erect. She had on a pair of cut off shorts that were mid-thigh and white tennis shoes. "Whatchu want with us?" Lester asked.
"I just moved in here a couple days ago and was wondering if you boys . . . I mean you young men could help me move a few things."
"Hey, ain't you, uh . . . uh, you know? Frank tried to ask. "Ain't you that model that was in Playboy?"
"That was 25 years and 25 pounds ago, boys. Sorry, I mean fellas."
Frank said, "I seen them pictures, but I don't remember your name. You was hot."
"My name is Karen Whitcomb, and yes, I was Miss July 25 years ago. I was a lot skinnier back then."
"Well, you ain't too bad right now," Trevonne said. He looked at Lester who was furiously typing something into his cell phone.
"Well thank you, young man. That was nice of you to say," Karen said.
"Well, it's tr . . . "
"Hey! Hey!" Lester yelled. "Check this out!" The boys all crowded around Lester's phone. Karen knew what they were looking at as the boys looked at the phone and then at her. They looked at the phone again and then they looked at her. "Look, it says Karen Whitcomb right here. Her measurements are 36-24-36 and she has 'C cup' titties. It says she's 5'6" tall. Woooeeee! Them are perfect measurements."
When the boys looked back at her, her face was turning red. She said, "That was a long time ago, fellas. I've put on a lot of . . . "
"What's your measurements now, Karen?" Trevonne asked.
Karen smiled and said, "Come on fellas. Let's just say they're not the same as they were 25 years ago."
"Well, we ain't gonna help you unless you tell us," Frank said.
Karen took a deep breath and looked down at the three young black men grinning up at her. "Fine." She said. "I'm 38-28-40 and I have a 'D cup.' Are you happy now?" The boys grinned up at her nodding their heads. "OK, can you help me now?"
As they walked up onto her porch, she saw that all of them were about six feet tall and in pretty good shape. Moving her refrigerator, stove and two dressers shouldn't be a problem. As she turned to walk in to the house, she felt one of the boys slap her ass. She quickly spun around and said, "Who did that?" All three of them were grinning at her. Finally, she smiled back and said, "That's not nice to slap a lady's ass."
Frank asked, "Is you a lady, Karen? Do ladies pose naked and show all the goods like you did?"
"Well, . . . , she started to say. She felt another slap on her ass and quickly turned to catch Trevonne pulling back his hand. She smirked at him and said, "I told you that's not nice, young man."
"Well, who said I was nice?" He asked her.
"Mmmm, good point," she conceded. "Come on and follow me." She turned and quickly moved into the house before she was slapped again. When they reached the kitchen, she felt a hand rest on her ass. She decided to ignore it and she said, "Can you lift the refrigerator off that wooden skid and slide it in under those cupboards? And then lift the stove off that skid and put it over there? And then take the skids out back and then come back and move the dressers?"
The offending hand slowly slid across her big ass and the boys walked to the refrigerator. They soon had both in place and plugged in. They moved the skids out back next to the garage and joined Karen back in the kitchen. Trevonne stood on her right side and rested his hand on her ass and Frank stood on her left side and put his arm around her shoulders letting his right-hand rest on her right breast.
"Hey! Knock it off guys. I'm old enough to be your mothers." Karen said as she stepped away from their roaming hands.
"How old are you?" Frank asked as he moved back and put his arm around her again.
She smiled at him and said, "You shouldn't ask a woman how old she is, Frank."
"Why not?" he asked as his hand slid down onto her right breast again.
"Because it's not nice."
"Well who said I was nice," he asked as he began tweaking her nipple. Before she could move away, she felt two hands squeezing her ass.
She pulled his hand off her breast and stepped away from the three boys again, thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask these three horny teenagers for help. "Follow me," she said.
Frank grinned at her. "Not until you tell us how old you are."
"OK," she said. "I was 19 when I posed for Playboy and that was 25 years ago. So I'm 44 years old. Are you happy now?"
Frank started laughing. "Sheee-it. My momma only 36. You older than her."
Karen sighed and said, "See, I told you. Now, let's go move the dressers."
The boys followed her upstairs where she pointed out the two dressers that needed to be moved while Lester's hand rested on her plump ass. She was so flustered by now that she didn't even attempt to move it. The dressers were quickly relocated to where she wanted them, and as the boys were walking back towards the older white woman, she hurriedly scampered down the stairs.
When she reached the kitchen, she picked up her purse and reached inside to get money to pay the boys. Before she could even get her wallet out, she felt hands on her ass and a hand on each breast.
She reached up and pulled the hands from her breasts and said, "Come on guys. This isn't how you're supposed to treat a lady,"
The hands quickly reappeared on her breasts as Lester smirked down at her and said, "Are you sure you're a lady, Karen. We've seen your naked body. Are you sure ladies do that?"
She grabbed the hands on her breasts again and tried to remove them. "Come on now. That was 25 years ago. I don't look anything like that anymore. I'm older than your mother now."