It has been several months since I leant of the right of passage celebrated by my family; mum and I haven't spoken of the night other then brief discussions with mum, dad and myself shortly after the night. I can't stop thinking about it. The thrill of having sex with an older woman is great, but add to that the fact that it is taboo and I still am filled with images from the night that I have masturbated to more times then I can count.
I would love to have a repeat night with mum, I think I am a better lover now then I was then, I have had more sexual experience and am able to sustain an sexual contact for longer before unloading, I've also discovered how to eat a pussy, I would love nothing more then to go down on mum and suck her pussy and lick her clit, but since she hasn't brought it up I've resorted to simple masturbation or day dreaming of her while I am fucking my girlfriend. The thought has crossed my mind to tell her what I am thinking of, but that can only lead to tears and why fuck with a good thing?
Our world was thrown into chaos one morning when mum and dad called both Jo and I to have a family meeting, Jo and I walked into the kitchen not sure what to expect, the sight of tears rolling down mums face only meant bad news.
"I don't know how to say this any other way kids," dad spoke in a monotone voice
"I've been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, I've been given little more then 3 months," tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke.
All 4 of us sat in complete silence expect the sounds of sniffling as all of us sobbed, trying to comprehend what was happening. I don't really remember what happened for the rest of that day, I draw a blank when looking back.
One of the last conversations I had with dad was about the 'family tradition' and how it must continue, I thought dad was a complete fool for wasting time on talking about the tradition but also enjoyed spending time alone with him and would have talked about anything with him. We must have talked for three or four solid hours before I left him to get some sleep, within the next week he had passed, it had been six months since he told us of the cancer, dad ensured he sucked as much out of life as he could.
On Jo's 21st birthday, mum slipped in a DVD for us to watch, we all started to tear up as an image of dad appeared on the TV.
"Jo, happy birthday dear, I'm sorry I can't be there physically, but I am with you in spirit," dad spoke
Dad went on to explain the family tradition to Jo, she simply looked around at both mum and I as dad explained his personal experience much as he had done for me, dad also spoke about the night that mum and I had spent together, it was this point that Jo turned to us, all three of us blushed. Dad then continued by ensuring her that it was her choice, if she continued the tradition it would be me that filled the role of the male seeing as no other male family figure is around. I was well aware of it having spoken to dad before his passing and had time to digest it while Jo was being smacked with it for the first time. As the DVD finished all three of us sat in silence, tears still rolling down our cheeks.
"What do you think Nic?" Jo spoke after a minute or so.
Jo had matured into a sexy woman, she stood at about 155 center meters and had a full figure weighing about 65 kilograms, her bust has grown to a large C cup if such a thing exists. Since I leant of my responsibility I paid attention to her development, and I was looking forward to an opportunity to be able to have sex with her.
"Well, I know my place; I'll leave you two alone," mum said as she got up and left the house without saying another word.
"So Nic, what do you say, are you ready to make me a woman?" Jo spoke in a rather sexy tone.
"Why don't you get a drink while I freshen up," Jo continued
I poured a stiff drink as I heard the shower run, my head filled with images of my sister naked, and what I could expect, I had images of spreading her lips and sucking her sweet pussy, before forcing my cock deep inside her before unloading my balls on her pretty innocent face. Then bending her over and fucking her from behind and filling her pussy with my seed. My daydream was interrupted as Jo stood in the door way wearing nothing but pair of white knickers and pink singlet with no bra and matching slippers she stood gripping a stuffed teddy.
"Are you ready to make me a woman?' She asked in a sweet innocent tone that got an instant reaction from my groin
"Whoa, you look so sweet but so sexy," I managed to get out
"Thanks, I figured this is the time I turn from a girl to a woman, what better way to go?" Jo added in the same sweet tone.
"Please make daddy happy and make me a woman," Jo finished
