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Making Babies: Olivia Newton-John 
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com

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My 39th "Making Babies" entry. A guy staying in 
Australia with his aunt meets a special girl during his 
last year in High School. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st, 
oral, celeb-parody)

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[Melbourne, Australia-September 1962]

I was eighteen years old. I was starting my Senior year 
of High School, but not in the States, in Australia. My 
life was really fucked up. I guess you'll want to hear 
about it.

For as far back as I could remember my parents fought. 
My father didn't drink but he had a temper and he was 
abusive. He'd hit my mother. A lot. I made sure I stayed 
out of his way and was lucky not to get hurt.

Mom finally had enough. She filed for divorce and 
custody of me. The problem was my father's public image 
was highly regarded and when she said he was abusive and 
beat her no one believed her.

Seeing she wasn't going to win, mom went and the run, 
taking me with her. At first we'd move to a place, 
settle in, mom using a fake name and would register me 
in school under her maiden name.

I'd finish a school and then we'd go on the run again. 
It wasn't much of a life, but at least I was with mom. I 
loved her and she loved me. I was sure if I had stayed 
with my father he'd soon start using me as a punching 
bag instead of mom.

This went on and on. Wherever we ended up staying, it'd 
be small with one bedroom. Mom and I would have to share 
the bed. I didn't mind. And I got used to seeing her 
naked and her seeing me the same way.

I started noticing mom looking at me in what seemed like 
a strange way. I didn't think much of it at first. But 
as I got older mom also got more affectionate. Hugging 
me more, holding me a lot, kissing me on the forehead, 
then later on the cheek.

When I turned thirteen mom started kissing me on the 
mouth. I'd seen moms kiss their kids on the mouths on 
television, so I didn't think it was a big deal. Except 
that on television it's be a quick peck on the lips. Mom 
would hold her kiss longer, pressing her lips hard 
against mine. And she'd rub my body too.

Of course it had its affect on me.

I was going through puberty. Mom told me all about it. 
She said it was the beginnings of me going from being a 
boy to a man. With a sly smile mom also said I'd fully 
be a man the first time I had sex.

I'd heard the word but didn't really know what it meant. 
So I asked mom what sex was. She went on to tell me, in 
great detail.

During the course of my education on the subject of sex, 
when mom started talking about the penis, she slipped 
her hand between my legs and cupped mine, rubbing it.

Then when she started talking about the vagina, mom put 
my hand between her legs, under her skirt, and pressed 
my hand on the crotch of her panties.

Mom pointed out the penis had to be erect to go into the 
vagina, just like my penis now was. But the vagina also 
needed to be wet so it would all work. After that she 
took her hand off of my penis and my hand off of her 
vagina. And the subject of sex never came up again.

The subject may not have come up again, but the real 
reason why mom had brought it all up did eventually come 
up. In an unexpected way.

I'd say that was around the time my pubic hair started 
to grow around my penis. It was very dark, just like 
mom's.

Mom acted fascinated by it and would run her fingers 
through it when we'd lay in bed, we both slept naked. Of 
course I'd get erect, and mom was very interested in 
that.

"My little boy is acting like a grown man," She'd 
chuckle. I didn't know what she meant by that.

When my pubic hair grew in fully mom said I was looking 
all grown up down there now. And that was when things 
changed between us. That was when mom started putting 
her mouth on my penis.

The first time mom was rubbing my now curly pubic hair 
when I got hard. This time she took it into her hand, 
squeezing it gently. I groaned.

Then mom slid down the bed beside me, stopping at my 
penis.

At first she kissed it all over. Then she started 
licking it. My penis started to throb as I groaned more 
loudly.

Finally mom took it into her mouth. Her mouth was so 
warm and wet. I thought I'd faint. Mom bobbed her head 
up and down most of my penis, moaning around it.

I was gasping and groaning, my eyes rolling back. I 
hardly lasted five minutes. My testicles tightened up, 
my penis swelled up, then I felt something like an 
explosion and something spurt out of my penis, and into 
mom's mouth.

Mom didn't stop sucking on my penis. She just swallowed 
down whatever it was, spurting out eight or nine times. 
After it started to go soft and mom slipped her mouth 
off of it and lay beside me again, smiling.

Mom told me what I did was have an orgasm. Semen 
ejaculated from my penis and she said she swallowed it 
with a sly smile.

"It's naughty to swallow semen," Mom admitted. "But so 
much fun! And yours tastes good too..."

Mom sucked on my penis every night after we went to bed. 
No other time. I started to last longer the more she 
sucked me. And after a while I noticed my penis was 
getting larger. So did mom.

On my fourteenth birthday mom told me it was time for me 
to fully become a man, and for me to start making her 
feel like a woman again.

Mom sucked my penis as usual and made me orgasm in her 
mouth. Then she kept on sucking me until I was hard 
again. Laying down beside me, mom spread her legs and 
told me to climb on top of her, my penis against her 
vagina.

With nervous excitement I did as mom said. She took hold 
of my penis and rubbed it along her vagina. Mom was all 
wet down there, and her wetness was coating my penis. 
Finally she slipped my penis inside of her.

I gasped. Mom was so tight and wet and hot inside! I 
again thought I was going to faint, like the first time 
mom sucked me.

Mom told me to slowly move my penis in and out of her, 
but always keep at least the head in. I started to slide 
in and out of her, though I couldn't get my whole penis 
inside of mom.

As I got used to it and felt more confident, mom said I 
could do it faster. It felt even better going faster, 
and mom started to moan.

She was holding me tight, and wrapped her legs around my 
waist.

Mom was gasping and groaning, writhing under me.

"Oh, sweetie, you're going to make me orgasm with that 
big cock of yours!" She said.

I'd heard the word cock before, but it sounded even 
dirtier coming out of mom's mouth, especially now that I 
knew cock meant my penis.

Mom was growing louder, and her body thrashed under me. 
Finally she threw back her head and screamed. "I'm 
cumming! Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me!"

She was screaming and thrashing wildly under me as I 
fucked [another word I'd heard but never knew what it'd 
meant] her faster and harder, gasping for breath as I 
did.

It felt exhilarating making mom orgasm, and I did so 
many times that first time before I finally spurt my 
semen inside of mom.

After that, every night mom sucked my cock and then we 
fucked. She taught me how to fuck her in different 
positions.

This went on for over two years, the happiest two years 
of my life. It all came crashing down just before I was 
to start my Junior year.

I was sixteen of course when mom told me my father had 
found us and we had to get out of there. We were really 
on the run then, constantly moving from place-to-place 
for months and months.

But finally my father caught up with us, trying to bash 
down the door of the room she rented. I was able to call 
the Police before he finally busted in with another man. 
The man tried to grab me but I fought him off trying to 
get to mom.

My father was beating on my mother worse than ever, and 
I couldn't stop him. Fortunately the Police arrived, 
catching my bastard father in the act. They arrested him 
and the man who attacked me before an Ambulance came to 
take mom to the Hospital. I went with them.

My father had nearly beaten mom to death. She was 
unconscious and in the I.C.U. for a long time.

Meanwhile the Police took my statement and my father 
went to court. I would have gladly testified against the 
bastard, as would neighbors in the boarding house who 
came out of their rooms after my father busted in.

They saw him attack mom and were more than willing to 
testify. But my father knew he didn't have a leg to 
stand on, with so many eyewitnesses not to mention the 
two Police officers. His clout wasn't going to do him 
any good. He pleaded Guilty to attempted Manslaughter, 
to which the Judge said if my mother did die he'd go 
away for Life without Parole.

Mom did recover, but the lawyer said my father would 
still be in prison for a long, long time, and many of 
the criminals didn't tolerate wife beaters he added with 
a wink.

Mom and I were taken back, though. Charges of kidnapping 
had been brought against mom. But considering the 
circumstances, and the fact that they now believed that 
mom was being beaten by my father, mom didn't do any 
jail time, but was on probation.

On a sad note, I was taken from mom, and sent to live 
with her sister in Australia. Since I missed the past 
year of school I was now a year behind, starting my 
Junior year at seventeen ay a Melbourne High School.

I worked hard.

I intended to graduate High School and go back to the 
States to be with mom. But I figured it'd be better to 
stick it out in Melbourne for my last two years instead 
of going back to the States when I turned eighteen. The 
stability appealed to me at the moment, plus my aunt was 
pretty cool.

Before I was sent to live with my aunt, I got to talk to 
mom one last time. She told me that what we'd been doing 
together before my father caught up with us was incest 
and it was illegal and forbidden. She begged me not to 
tell anyone or mom might go to prison for real this 
time. I promised her it'd be our secret.

I was glad she's clued me in, because my aunt was as hot 
as mom, and I would have started something with her that 
may have gotten both mom AND me in big trouble.

As I said I worked hard. I would have liked to have a 
girlfriend to fuck but I wanted to do well my Junior 
year.

And I did do well. As I said at the start I'm eighteen 
now and I'm finally a Senior.

Going for two years without sex was finally catching up 
with me. Mom and I were too busy running from my father 
to continue our sexual relationship. I wanted to finish 
High School on a high note and get back to mom, but I 
really needed to do some serious fucking right now.

That was how I met Olivia. She was the first girl I ran 
into after I made up my mind about fucking. And the 
funny thing was she was only thirteen. Her fourteenth 
birthday wouldn't be until the 26th.

Thinking about how mom didn't first have sex with me 
until I turned fourteen made me determined to wait until 
Olivia was fourteen as well. That is IF she wanted me. I 
really wanted her, and I could tell she was crushing on 
me from the start.

She had admitted to a Sophomore friend that she was 
really taken with me, especially since I was a Senior 
and obviously liked her. The friend came straight to me 
and told me, because I had developed a reputation last 
year of not being a womanizer and not even dating 
anyone.

The girl thought since I was single I should date 
Olivia.

So we started going out. Nothing totally serious at 
first, especially since we were both new at this. We'd 
usually go out in groups settings. After a week I asked 
Olivia out on a real date, just the two of us. She said 
yes, containing her obvious excitement.

I went to pick her up and met her parents. They knew I 
was eighteen but they also knew of my good reputation 
from Olivia's Sophomore friend and from talking to other 
girls too who'd known me from the past school year.

We got to talking and the story of my parents came out 
and it seemed to draw Olivia's parents closer to me. 
They sympathized with me, and felt I was a good son to 
my mother all the years, willing to stick with her 
against an abusive tyrant.

They also seemed to see past the age difference between 
Olivia and I. It didn't seem to be an issue from the 
beginning, but I saw a change in their demeanor and 
attitude, that told me that now to them I was just 
another student as we bonded.

I was glad too, because I really liked Olivia. It wasn't 
just about the prospect of sex anymore. All the time I'd 
been spending with her was expanding my feelings and 
thought for her.

Olivia was very special, and so different than the other 
girls. She was smart and quiet, yet beautiful beyond 
words and could have any guy that she wished. I loved 
her long straight blonde hair, the opposite of mom's 
long, black wavy hair. Olivia always wore dresses or 
blouses and skirts, she dressed and acted more 
conservatively than the other girls at school.

I had talked to her parents alone before our date, but 
found out later Olivia had been listening to me from the 
upstairs, eavesdropping.

When we were driving away she told me so, and was 
surprised because she hadn't known that about me, though 
she did know I lived with my aunt so it all made sense.

Olivia wanted to know more about me, and I told her all 
she wanted to know. And I also admitted to her that I 
wasn't a virgin.

"I lost my virginity when I was fourteen."

"Really?" Olivia asked softly, blushing. "Was it good? 
I've heard girls talking, and some saying their first 
time wasn't good."

"It was good," I replied. "Very good. In fact the person 
who took my virginity had been preparing me in a way for 
it since I was thirteen."

"I'm thirteen and I haven't done anything yet!" Olivia 
said, looking upset.

"Do you want to?" I asked. "Do something?"

Olivia blushed darker.

"I guess... I do."

Driving carefully with my left hand, I slid my right 
hand to her knee. Olivia smiled. I pushed up her skirt 
until her knee was bare. She said nothing.

I slid my hand under her skirt. I saw her bite her lower 
lip. I ran my hand up her coltish thigh slowly, pushing 
up her skirt as I went. Olivia stiffened.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, as I did briefly 
stop.

"No!" She said too quickly. Blushing darker Olivia said 
more calmly "No."

My hand went up to her crotch, my finger brushing 
against the edge of her panties. Olivia bit her lip 
again.

She looked so pure and innocent.

But she was letting me do this to her.

I waited to see if she'd tell me to stop. Instead she 
looked expectant.

I slid my hand over the crotch of her panties. Olivia 
moaned, placing her hand over mine. I started pressing 
my hand against her crotch, rubbing it. Olivia sighed, 
closing her eyes.

I pressed my middle finger down harder, where I knew 
Olivia's slit was. She gasped softly.

"I'm getting wet," She admitted in a little girl's 
voice, then giggled.

Soon I felt her arousal. Her panties were becoming 
soaked. Olivia pressed my hand into her crotch more 
firmly.

I rubbed her faster and faster, making her moan louder 
and whimper. She was humping herself up against my hand 
now, holding my hand down with both hands.

I didn't stop until Olivia was gasping, let out a 
squeal, and orgasmed. After she collapsed back into the 
seat with a sigh, letting go of my hand. I pulled down 
her skirt, just as we arrived at our destination.

Olivia held my hand the whole time. I felt so strongly 
for her more than ever.

On the ride back home she asked me - no, begged me - in 
that little girl's voice do it to her again, adding 
"Please?" How could I deny her? Of course I made her cum 
again.

On out next date I actually pulled her panties aside and 
rubbed her pussy bare. Olivia giggled and squealed 
wildly, and came even harder. It became a habit, after I 
picked her up and before I brought her home I'd bring 
Olivia to orgasm.

A week before her birthday she said she wanted to do the 
same thing to me. Mom of course had only sucked me and 
let me fuck her, so this would be different.

Olivia gleefully pulled out my cock as I drove, gasping 
"It's so large!" followed by a giggle.

She started to experimentally tug on it. I sighed, not 
having used it in such a way in too long. As Olivia grew 
more confident she stoked me faster and faster. Of 
course I was on edge and came quick - to Olivia's 
delighted squeals - all over the steering wheel of my 
aunt's car. I couldn't believe how much semen I spurt 
out!

I'd had NO idea I'd cum this much in mom's mouth and 
pussy!

Of course I cleaned it up the best I could, though not 
good enough, since my aunt figured it out the next day, 
teasing me about it. She had no idea I was dating a 
thirteen year old, so she encouraged me to have my fun.

After that after picking up Olivia I'd pull over 
somewhere so she could do me as I did her and before I'd 
bring her home I'd do her again.

Her birthday was getting closer. I privately talked to 
her parents. I told them I figured they had something 
big planned, and asked if they could end it early so I 
could take Olivia out after. They agreed.

Of course her parents nor Olivia knew what I had in 
mind. And as we left her house after the birthday party 
Olivia wanted to do our normally "car game", which was 
fine with me, I'd last longer when we did it for real 
later.

Our date was shorter this time, not that Olivia 
complained. But she was disappointed I wouldn't play 
with her on the way home. That was because I wasn't 
taking her home.

This was the reason why the date ended early, because I 
was bringing Olivia to my aunt's house. Our date wasn't 
really over.

My aunt was away so I had the place to myself tonight. 
Olivia's jaw dropped when she realized I'd tricked her. 
But she wasn't upset.

"I told you I lost my virginity when I was fourteen," I 
reminded Olivia. "ON my fourteenth birthday. Are you 
getting the idea?" I grinned.

Her face lit up.

"Are you saying...?"

"Yes I am."

Olivia eagerly followed me into my aunt's house and we 
went straight to my room. We kissed for the first time, 
passionately.

Our clothes slowly came off, soon her naked body was 
against my naked body, her stiff nipples pressing into 
me as my stiff cock pressed into Olivia.

I finally lifted her up and carried her to the bed.

I took one long look down at her perfect body first. Her 
B-cup breasts looking perfect, with their pink/light 
brown nipples, and her pussy was obscured by her dark 
blonde bush.

My cock throbbing achingly, reminding me of what I was 
really here for, and staring wasn't it.

Slipping down onto the bed, I starting kissing Olivia 
once more, as I pushed her legs apart and slipped 
between them. Olivia spread her legs for me.

I pressed my cock against her wet pussy and rubbed it up 
and down the slit. Olivia moaned. I let her juices get 
all over my cock, coating it.

Finally I took hold of it, pressing the head against her 
slit until it found the right spot and slipped into 
Olivia.

We both gasped. Olivia's pussy was so much tighter than 
mom's. It was slow-going, but soon I hit a barrier. It 
must have been Olivia's own virginity. I hadn't 
considered hers would be something tangible, unlike mine 
had been.

"Olivia."

"Hmmm...?"

"You know I only had been with one person, and she 
wasn't a virgin," I said.

"I really have no idea what's going to happen when I 
force my cock through this barrier."

"I do," Olivia said solemnly, her blue eyes looking deep 
into my own eyes. "It's going to hurt. Bad. That's what 
I've heard all the girls say about their first time."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, my concern 
filling my voice.

Olivia smiled, reaching up and put her hand on my cheek.

"Thank you. And yes," She said. "I want to do this, with 
you. I love you and I want it to be only you."

"I guess I love you too, Olivia," I admitted. "I've 
never felt like this about anyone else..."

"I'm ready," She smiled.

I nodded.

Pulling back, I slammed my cock through Olivia's 
virginity. She squeezed her eyes shut, grabbed my arms 
tight, stifling her cries of pain.

I didn't stay still. I kept pumping my cock in and out 
of her, as fast as her tight pussy would allow me to. 
And soon Olivia relaxed. Her mouth fell open and she 
moaned loudly. Her pussy seemed to relax some too and I 
found I could fuck her a little faster.

Olivia's moans grew louder and came more often. She 
started to writhe on the bed under me. Then Olivia began 
to convulse and whimper loudly. Finally she came.

Her body thrashed as she screamed in orgasm. Her pussy 
spasmed around my cock as it clamped down on my shaft.

But as her body relaxed after orgasming her pussy 
loosened more, and I fucked her harder. Olivia clung to 
me tightly as she came and came again and again.

I lasted some forty minutes, before I grunted and spewed 
deeply and heavily into Olivia.

We lay there for a few minutes, cuddling, catching our 
breaths, cooling off, and kissing.

Finally we got up and dressed and I took her home.

"So how was your first time?" I asked Olivia.

She smiled.

"The best. But no one's ever going to hear about it. I'm 
keeping it to myself."

I smiled back.

"I am too," I said. I kissed her good night and Olivia 
got out of the car and went inside. I drove off.

I was feeling good. Very good. And happy. Happier than 
I'd been in a long time.

I slept well that night.

But when I woke up in the morning I knew something was 
wrong. I loved Olivia. And I didn't want to ever leave 
her.

But I loved mom too. I had planned to return to her 
after I graduated. But that was before all of this.

I was lost, confused. I wasn't sure what I was going to 
do. So I called mom collect.

She was happy to hear from me, asking me so many 
questions.

Of course I answered her question, and quickly, adding 
"Mom, I don't want to waste all your money on this call, 
there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, honey?" Mom asked.

Everything spilled out.

"Mom, I had always planned to finish school here, 
graduate, and come back to you. But... things are 
different now. I'm crazy about Olivia. I love her. I 
don't want to leave her. But I love you too, mom. I 
don't know what to do!"

"Oh, sweetie," Mom said, I could hear the smile in her 
voice. "You worry too much. I want you to be happy. 
That's all a mother ever wants for her son.

"Stay with your Olivia. Besides, my probation won't last 
forever.

Then I'LL come move down to Australia. How's that 
sound?"

"Great, mom!" I said excitedly. "I love you, mom!"

"And I love you too, Jimmy. You take care of yourself. 
Bye now."

"Bye, mom!" I said before I hung up.

I felt better, knowing I didn't have to choose between 
Olivia and mom. Now I really was happier than I'd ever 
been before in my life... 

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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