Chapter 12: Restoration

Betsy Milton’s plan was a success. When Arlene was reunited with Larry, she cried out with grief and remorse. Apologizing over and over, she promised to never again interfere with his access to Archie or Barry. She realized he wasn’t gay, “but I promise if you were gay I still would be your mom and love you.”

Arlene even thanked Stina for looking after Larry in those first days after his release.

Things were soon getting back to normal.

Hera heard the knock she was expecting at her back door. When she noticed there were TWO heads visible, she screamed, flung the door open, and tackled Larry into the scruffy grass of her backyard.

Plastering his face with kisses, she cried, “I’m so happy to see you! Oh, you look and feel skinny, do you want a sandwich?”

“Hera! Let the poor guy up so we can go inside. He’s missed you like crazy. Give him a good cuddle; I’ll make him a sandwich while he tells you what happened to him.”

“Barry, Hera, I don’t need a sandwich. What I’ve been wanting for the past several weeks, more than anything, is one of your fantastic blow jobs, Hera. OK?”

“Larry! Why is your zipper still up? Must I do EVERYTHING?”

Unsurprisingly, it was only a minute after unzipping that Larry popped like an agitated bottle of cheap champagne, then pitched backward onto Hera’s mattress, groaning.

“Good grief, my blow jobs aren’t THAT good. What happened to him, Barry?”

After Larry’s experiences over the past weeks were explained to Hera, she was extremely upset.

“Larry, honey, these are angry tears on my face. If I had known what was going on, I would have—”

“No, Hera, Mom and I have patched things up. All I wanted, still want, is to be your neighbor again. Um, with special privileges, ha. I told Barry that while I was chained up that it helped me to endure, thinking of the two of you having fun while I was away.

“Now that I’m back, maybe I can catch up?”

Hera smiled. “Barry won’t mind, I’m sure. I’ve been teaching him seduction, and how to be a good lover. I think he’s a natural! He’s learned a lot about how to talk to girls, to take their clothes off, to eat pussy, to fuck, and to make love.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Hera, but I’m quite sure I’m going to need further study.” Barry was displaying his 1,000 watt smile. “But I know my friend is way behind. Please, teach him like you taught me. I’ll just stay over on the side here and do my homework or something while you two are busy. Yeah, homework. Doesn’t every guy my age prefer homework over sex?”

Grabbing the pillows off the bed, Hera and Barry inflicted floppy punishments while giggling.

“OK, Larry, let’s start with the basics. Would you like to see my tits?”

“Are bears hungry after they finish hibernating? YES!”