Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... there was a preventative aspect as well, whereby Helen was permitted to discharge her pent up sexual tensions. This was to make it easier for her to exercise self control, since the daily urgency would be removed by focusing on stipulated release. To this end, Helen was to remain naked, and spread herself out on one of the chairs, her whip marked breasts and vulva fully display to her Mom, who now specifically directed her daughter’s sexual stimulation. Helen touched and fondled her most secret places, exactly as she was instructed by her Mom, who sat in the comfortable armchair, watching as the girl’s pleasure mounted. Helen admitted that she knew this was to help impress the need for sexual pleasure to be an unselfish act, performed for another’s benefit and, under their control, not her own. Her Mom appreciated that she was still a beautiful woman, with needs and drive that had no acceptable outlet, and was willing to provide a situation for that need to be satisfied, in a loving environment. Helen was taking the opportunity give her Mom the pleasure of seeing her daughter enjoy those most intense feelings that every woman was able to achieve from the touch of experienced fingers. Their pleasure was being shared, as it had been designed by their maker, a giving experience, one to the other, and an expression of selfless submission to another person’s will. This was understood perfectly by Helen, on an intellectual level, the principles having been explained and discussed ...

... throughout her life, both with Mom and Dad, and her Grandparents as well. Of course they didn’t have any problem with their desires, since each had a partner to share their pleasure with, and at night, when she was younger, she’d heard plenty of sharing going on. When her own desires had first manifested themselves, and young Helen was struggling to cope, she was instructed in techniques to satisfy the urges. But having to touch her private places in front of the whole family, on a Friday evening, was a mortifying experience. She’d never grown used to it, and even now felt intense humiliation that anyone but her husband could see her most secret actions, even though it was her Mom, who knew her in intimate detail. It had been different when she was married, and she could bring her husband to his peak, taking his seed in her body, or all over it if the pleasure took her, and submitting to the touch of his hand between her legs would make her melt in helpless passion. Even having that pleasurable release denied was a thrill in itself, knowing that it would be all the more powerful when permission finally was granted. It had taken Helen some time to realise it was their bond of love that deepened everything they did together, and yet the knowledge made it so much sweeter. Despite all this, the man could still make her cringe in shame by having her stand naked and presented after he’d removed every trace of hair from her pubis. He would speak softly to her, describing her childish ...