Fenced
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Chapter 3: Arlene
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3: Arlene - Longtime friends Barry and Larry are on the back porch after (high) school with their laptops. Is that homework on their screens? The hot young widow next door sees repetitive motions through their fence's knot hole, and videos them. Maybe she can offer something non-electronic for their laps, hmm? When she's done, those 2 guys and their 2 girlfriends have poked through their first fence line to adulthood and found love.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime School Sharing Incest Mother Son Cousins Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Facial Petting Nudism
Barry knew that his friend was being raised by a single mother, Arlene. They had met a few times but he didn’t know her well. And he didn’t know the circumstances of why she was raising Larry on her own.
Barry didn’t know that when Larry was only 10, Arlene’s fractious marriage had collapsed when she found Larry’s father Archie in their bed with a 24-year-old student, Eddie. He had infected them (Arlene and Archie) with both Gonorrhea and Hepatitis. Considering the circumstances, Archie agreed to an immediate divorce. Arlene had their house, received support, and had full physical custody of Larry. Archie retained legal custody rights and visitation every other weekend.
During the divorce, and afterwards, Arlene was seething with a hatred of homosexuals.
Wednesday, the guys were back on the porch, as usual.
“So, Larry, what game should we play today? How about Minecraft?”
“Fuck you! I’ve been thinking of Hera all day.
“Hera? Who’s Hera?”
“I am going to kick your ass so hard that shit will ooze from your nose.”
“I suppose you want to look at her pictures, Larry. Just give me a minute, OK, I got it. There.”
Barry had the images from his phone’s camera running as a continuous slide show on the large display monitor.
In a minute or two, without further comment, they were again standing in front of the display with their pants down, jerking off while reminiscing about the previous day’s fun.
That’s when Arlene (who had returned home early) walked in on them and shrieked.
Misapprehension
Although they were both stunned, Barry moved first. He snatched up and fastened his pants and went through the porch door and out through the gate in a blur, headed for home.
“Mom, I’m sorry, we just, well, it’s the internet.”
“SHUT UP. GO TO YOUR ROOM.”
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