My Whereabouts

by Thom

This story is fiction.

I can’t believe how my life has changed since I’ve been involved in little-girl-love sites and the people I’ve met. I’ve always been in love with girls, or women that is since I’m a woman myself. I sort of knew I was a lesbian when I was very young but that was a long time ago when it wasn’t quite as easy to be out as it is now.

I guess at that time, being out about women was a lot like being out now about loving LGs. Same gender-sex was illegal in many states when I was young but that’s another story for another time. What I want to tell you about now is where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to the last few months that I’ve been sort of ‘out of touch’ with you all.

Like I said, I have met so many nice, like minded women on these sites. I was intrigued at first about the idea of love with a little girl but I wasn’t sure that it was something that I really wanted to do. I was happy in my relationships with my girlfriends. Loving with a young person seemed like it might be troublesome, all that emotion that I’ve outgrown I never had to deal with since I didn’t have kids of my own, not to mention the legal issue.

But after a bit of writing and reading stories and emailing and chatting with others and the forums, well I began to be enchanted. And then I began to fantasize along with the stories and the chatting. The women I met online were arousing me to no end and we would spend hours talking about what we might do if we had a LG with us and what we might do to each other. I mean I can’t tell you how much time I spent in front of my computer, naked, jilling off, feet up on the chair I was sitting in, heels against my butt so that my pussy was as exposed and available to my hand or my toys as it could be.

And then, of course, there were women in the forum who would invite me into a private space and tell me they really WERE doing LGs. Some were doing friend’s kids, or relative’s kids or kids they sat for. Most were doing their own kids, girls in the 9 to 12 year old range.

“Really,” I would say, not actually believing it at first. But as the stories unfolded, I began to realize they were probably telling the truth. Most of the women had been sexualized as children themselves. Once water begins to flow in a particular direction, there isn’t much that stops it, generation after generation.

One of my first cyber friends contacted me because she liked a story I had written about a mother whose little girl would come into her bedroom at night where her husband was away traveling on business. The mother would sleep nude on those nights and the little girl would get into bed with her and smell her cunny and masturbate. The little girl really liked pussy smells and would regularly steal her mother’s panties and smell them while she masturbated.

This woman (we’ll call her Donna) contacted me because she identified with the little girl. She said that she used to do the same thing with her mother when she was young. It turns out that Donna had been sexualized by her mother and aunt at a very young age, around 5, and that she had had sex with them and with her sister who was three years older for years. The last time she had been with her sister though was right before her sister left for college at 18. Donna left home soon after that and had been estranged from her whole family since then.

Donna and I aroused one another by telling stories and fantasizing about being with little girls. She had a ten-year-old daughter. While she hadn’t done anything with her, she thought about it a lot and the two of us would amuse each other chatting online about being with her girl.

Donna said she missed her sister and wished she could see her again. I encouraged her to contact her sister and eventually she did. Her sister came for a visit. Donna shared with her sister how much she had missed their intimacy as children and wanted to have it again. Her sister (we’ll call her Jeanne) initially responded by embracing Donna and even touching her intimately and then pulled away saying she wasn’t sure. Jeanne had an eleven-year-old girl and a husband.

Well the two of them began to email each other and since I had sort of gotten them together again, they included me on the notes. And then the three of us started sending pictures to each other and it was obvious that we all had several interests in common, only one of them being LGs. But that was enough to get us chatting with one another and using web cams to see each other playing with ourselves.

Over the weeks, our conversation about LGs, especially their own girls, became more and more intense. While they still called it fantasy, it became clear that it was only a matter of time before that fantasy became a reality with one of them or the other or perhaps all of them. We would arouse ourselves chatting about being with their daughters and what we would do with them and what we would ask them to do to us.

Soon after that, as if it was a zeitgeist, I was chatting and emailing several women who said they were doing their daughters. They would tell me that their daughters were kneeling between their legs, licking them or using toys on them while they were chatting with me. I was only half believing it but it made for roaring orgasms so I wasn’t dismissing it as poppycock.

Occasionally one of the moms would put her daughter on chat. Of course, she could have been pretending that too but it often seemed as if it were someone else and that someone else wasn’t an adult. And then kind of regular like, I was finding myself chatting with just the LG when mom wasn’t at home. I would find them on after school before their moms came home from work. These times were very erotic for me and enlightening about what went on between the LG and her mom, mom and her friends, the LG and her friends. Of course we talked about what we might do to each other if we were together and the LG and I would work our little clitties raw.

The first mom (we’ll call her Pam) to ask me if I wanted to visit turned out to live very close to me which was super convenient. Pam was a single mom, also convenient as you can imagine when I visited ones that weren’t. She had two daughters, six and ten. The oldest was involved with mom. The youngest only with her sister, at least until I came along. The mom and I had cammed for quite awhile and then she had brought her older daughter into the picture, so to speak.

She would put the cam on her daughter so that we could both enjoy her little pre-pubescent body, flat chest, tight little, smooth cunny. Then her daughter would squat between her legs and go down on her. Mom would focus the cam there, eating her out so I could watch and chat with me about it. It was so erotic, I was digging at myself with both hands and could hardly chat back.

When we realized how close we lived to one another, she invited me over for a Saturday afternoon. It was soon apparent that she had a firm idea about how she wanted our time together to be used. Oh sure, it was sex and it was sex with her daughters but she intended to watch, at least initially, while I and her girls were engaged.

We went into a bedroom where there was a king-sized bed. She got naked and kissed each of us and then sat in a chair. The plan was to have her older daughter teach her younger daughter the art of loving with an adult and I was to be the model that they would have to work on.

The older girl started undressing me a bit at a time and the younger one helped out. They caressed, kissed and touched important places as they went until I was naked and lying back on the bed my head raised on two pillows and my legs open. Then the girls undressed for me behaving innocently as if this were the first time. I guess it was for the younger one being watched by her mother and I. Neither one of us were able to resist touching ourselves while this went on. I glanced over at mom and our eyes met and then both of us lowered our eyes to the busy hands before returning to watch the kids.

Well, it was quite the lesson from that point on with the older girl demonstrating sucking and touching and rubbing and licking as I enjoyed every minute of it. Before Mom joined us and she and I pleasured each other while we watched the girls together, I had the littlest on my face while the older used her expert tongue and lips on me.

Another mom that I visited didn’t live so close by but I was able to arrange to do some work remotely for an extended period of time and went to visit her. I had intended to stay a month, which extended to two and then to six before I was drawn away to another venue.

This mom (we’ll call her Carol) had come home two years earlier and found the 13-year-old baby sitter and her 7-year-old daughter loving up each other in her bed while enjoying the smells from her dirty panties and the pictures from some magazines she had. That first time she walked back outside and then made more noise coming back in so that they would not know she had seen them. The second time she discovered them, she joined in.

Now two years later, the 15-year-old baby sitter was practically a live in; hardly ever going home and the threesome was looking for a fourth to balance things out. Carol picked me up at the airport early in the day. We were going to have some time to get to know each other before the girls came home from school. I had seen the 9-year-old daughter on the web cam and mom of course and they me but I hadn’t heard about the baby sitter until recently. They had kept her out of the picture so to speak with me.

Carol and I shared some stories, I told her about my visits with Pam and her girls and she showed me some pics she and the girls liked. We were soon pretty horny and touching ourselves. We got naked and pleasured each other for awhile without hands and mouths and then she brought out a couple of vibs for us to use and we had wave after wave of good feelings.

When the girls came home from school they did homework and had a snack but we were all wired about being together. So it wasn’t long before Carol and I were watching the girls loving one another and then taking turns loving us up. We physically exhausted ourselves that first evening but I was still horny, it was so hot being with the three of them. I asked Carol if I could use one of her vibs again and she got four out, one for each of us. We ended the evening facing each other on the bed and digging the vibs into our cunnies.

I might still be there but there was a turn of events with Donna and Jeanne and their girls that persuaded me to visit them. While I was at Carol’s, I was able to be online in the afternoon when Donna and Jeanne’s daughter were home after school and their parents were still at work. What I learned from the girls (we’ll call them Kelly and Patty) was that their mothers had become lovers again and then had seduced their nieces and then their daughters. Donna and Jeanne though hadn’t told each other about doing the girls. They were keeping that a secret from each other.

It all came out though when the four of them went for a month’s stay at a lake house that was owned by Donna and Jeanne’s mom, the girls’ granny. Donna has snuck off with her niece Kelly to a guest house on the grounds. Jeanne and Patty had the same idea at about the same time. They got to the house several minutes later to find Patty straddling her aunt’s face and her aunt digging into her own cunny wildly with her hand. After the initial shock of it the irony took hold and Jeanne and Patty stripped and joined them; Jeanne initially replacing her sister’s hand with her own mouth.

Once all of the story came out, the sisters thought that they should reunite with their mother. Contacting her, she said she would be delighted to join them at the lake house and meet her grandchildren. That was when they thought about me since I had been instrumental in the events as well. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

I met (we’ll call her Laura) in New York at a hotel. We had both flown in and were going to rent a car to the lake in the upper part of the state. We were about the same age and hit it off immediately. We had very similar childhood experiences, growing up not too far from one another as it turns out (though in different states). She and her sister did experience something that I didn’t though, in her case with an aunt, that made the difference to whom she was to become. But I was catching up as fast as I could and looking forward to meeting her family.

Given our common interests, we soon found ourselves feeling tingly between our legs and both wanting to relieve it. Too bad we had rented two hotel rooms because once I had grabbed my tooth brush, I didn’t return to it except to grab my things the next morning. Laura and I barely slept, exploring each other intimately in a way that hadn’t happened to me with any other lover, particularly the first time. We had a bit of trouble pulling ourselves out of bed the next morning, wanting to spend a leisurely morning fine tuning our new love life, but once we began to talk about her daughters and her granddaughters, the excitement motivated us to get going.

The four of them met us in the driveway. I had seen all of them on the web cam even naked at one time or another but I wasn’t totally prepared at how beautiful they all were. Donna and Jeanne were just barely in their 30’s and strikingly handsome. The two little girls were gorgeous and I was pinching myself and holding tightly onto Laura because I couldn’t believe it was real. She was beside herself in this reunion after some 15 years of not seeing them.

We all didn’t waste a lot of time though getting to the stuff that we had all been thinking about. I mean we did visit and catch up on college and jobs and marriages and child hood things with the grand children but after a small snack, there was a show for Laura and me and then we joined in.

First we watched the little girls with one another and then Donna and Jeanne together. Laura and I touched ourselves and each other to take the edge off a bit because watching the loving was so erotic but it was to only get better. The sisters then paired off with their nieces and then with their daughters, whew. Finally, it was our turn to be loved up and the sisters went down on Laura and I while the little girls mounted our faces. After a bit, there was a switch around until everyone had tasted us and Laura and I had tasted everyone.

There were three more weeks of our being together at the lake. We enjoyed the sun and the water as well as the company. Laura and I grew closer and closer even while we had such intimate occasions with her children and grandchildren. She and I decided to stay together. I have a place on the New England coast and she one in Florida. We go back and forth, following the good weather and avoiding the bad. We occasionally visit her children but more often than not, they visit us to avoid the problem of the husbands being around.

And sometimes we get to visit with just the little girls. As I write this, Laura and I are just about to leave for the airport to pick up Kelly and Patty. They have a whole week school break and they asked us if they could spend it with us.