I think I heard one of my brother's inhale sharply when my mom started to slowly lap up the leftover juices from my father now in my pussy with her tongue. It sounded a lot like Allen. I knew my brothers' sounds and voices pretty well. But I wasn't focused on him long especially with the intensity of her tongue which was slowly caressing my clit, cleaning me up. She would lick up, swirling around my little button, and then down again. It felt like every nerve ended and began right in that one spot.
Don't get me wrong, my Dad's mouth had felt amazing, but hers was pretty incredible too. She was much slower and felt even more sensuous to me. Maybe it was the delicateness of the way her tongue was tasting me. My Dad's attention had felt like the feeding of a raw carnal need, but my mother's administrations felt like the slow savoring of a sweet delicacy. I honestly knew it did not take that many licks to clean up something, but I was not complaining. In fact, I wished she would keep going and going, and going. Her wet tongue pressed to me, and feeling her hot breath down there...it was just purely indescribable.
My father sat on the bed beside me and gently and lovingly kneaded one of my breasts in his hands. "Babe," he said directed to my mother, and I could hear the smile in his voice, "I think DeAundra is liking this clean-up part, so make sure you give her an extra... special... long... cleaning."
As he put the emphasis on the last few words, I gasped loudly myself because her attention grew so much more intense. She used her hands to spread my labia farther apart and pressed her face in my cunt even more deeply, if that is even possible. I felt her tongue slide into my vagina licking all around the opening and as far in as she could possibly go.
"Oh! My! Saints!" I gasped breathlessly. Her oral attention was driving me over the edge again.
She reached up and started rubbing my throbbing clit and then soon placed her mouth over it creating a powerful suction, but alternating sucking and flicking her tongue across it, rolling it, and then suctioning again. I started bucking my hips against her face. She then started licking me lower again and working her way down to my ass. I could feel some of my Daddy's life seed had trickled down that way but didn't realize she would be cleaning that up too!
She spread my ass cheeks gently and licked up every little drop of seed. Man! That felt amazing as well! Her fingers had went back to my clit as her tongue found it's way back to my open life portal. I started bucking wildly yet again. I couldn't control myself. I wanted to ride my mother's face to orgasm, which I quickly did. She picked up intensity on my clit and before I knew it I was screaming out, gasping, and shaking with my mother's face furiously tonguing my cunt all over.
She slowed down as I started coming down from my high. I struggled to open my eyes as I was so drained from the exertion and ecstasy. This is definitely a drug I could get addicted to. As I laid there and waited for the room to stop spinning, I heard my mother start giggling and my father chuckling as well. I lifted my head to see my mother's face coated with a clear but sticky liquid. I was confused. I thought she had cleaned me up and it did not look like my father's life seed.
"Well, well, well," my father finally managed to say. "It looks like we have a squirter!" My mother laughed and said, "That we do!"
"What does that mean?" I asked, almost a little alarmed that something was amiss.
My father saw my concern and said, "Don't worry my little goddess. That's a good and natural thing but not everyone has the gift. It just means you were so overcome with passion that from deep within you were able to squirt your own liquid passion onto your mother to gift her. We are quite proud of you!" He then leaned down to kiss my nose and then crawled over to my mother, "But excuse me! I must have a taste for myself!" and the proceeded to start licking my juices off of my mother's face.
My brothers looked on in amazement and I think even with a hint of jealousy and lust in their own eyes.
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The rest of the day went by in a haze. We all enjoyed some relaxation in the pool, though now we were all free to go naked and all natural. I felt a little self-conscious around my brothers now though as they all seemed a bit quieter and I always felt their eyes were on me for some reason. Or was it just me over-thinking or over-feeling after my newly acquired rites of womanhood. I also noticed them a little more myself seeing them naked and walking around with their manhood unhidden.
My brothers were all quite impressive and built like my father, but they seemed to go around with an erection most of the day. My father's had mostly gone down after the rituals, though I noticed it would stiffen from time to time as he frolicked with my mom on the poolside patio. I loved watching them talk, snuggle, and sometimes tickle one another, as they carried on. I hoped one day that my life mate and I would have the same type of relationship.
