"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" Deepthroat Cockslut called out. It had been a long time since she had said those words, and almost as long a time since she had considered her parents house in the Fillydelphia suburbs "home." Still, it was nicer than her place. Perhaps it was the familiarity of it all that made it feel so warm. Same carpets, same soft couches and chairs. She could see some of her father's home renovation "projects" in progress, like the half-finished new tile in the kitchen, but being here almost made her feel like a filly again.

Almost.

"Deepy? Come in, darling!" her mother called to her. Her parents stood as she came into the den and exchanged hugs. Her father and mother looked as if they had only aged slightly. At least, they still looked mostly the same to her. Peach Seed was still a pretty mare, brightly colored and voluptuous, having never quite shed the baby fat after Deepy. Oakwood also had a slight belly nowadays, but the dark stallion remained clean-shaven, unremarkable, and unassuming. Still, their hugs were warm, tight, and loving.

"Good to see you again," Deepthroat Cockslut said as she embraced them.

"Sweetie, you're freezing. Come sit by the fire with us," her father offered. Deepy removed her hat and scarf and sank into the plush chair. Her apartment lacked such luxuries as a roaring fireplace and so many comfy chairs to sit in, and this only made her more grateful to be staying with her parents for Hearth's Warming Eve. She couldn't help but smile as she saw the stockings pinned to the mantle and the same doll she had made when she was five resting alongside her parents' on top of the hearth.

"Would you like some hot cocoa?" her mother asked before sitting down. She was already warming milk at the stove before Deepy could even accept.

It was like she hadn't left. But she had left, and returning home as a full-grown mare caused Deepthroat Cockslut to sit differently in her chair, to hold herself taller and be more considerate. After all, she was just as much an adult as they were.

"How have you two been?" she asked.

"Just fine, dear. Same as you left us, really," her father answered.

"Nothing interesting in the last year?" she said.

"Well," her mother said from the kitchen. "We are taking that trip to the Bahamares next month."

"Right," her father added. "Ten whole days on white sandy beaches, just me and your mother."

"Sounds romantic," Deepy replied. Her father simply nodded. Even if Deepthroat Cockslut was old enough to be comfortable with the idea of her parents having a separate love life, imagining them enjoying each others' private company on a tropical island resort, it was clear that her parents were not so comfortable. An awkward silence began to fill the space between them.

"Well, that didn't last long," Deepthroat Cockslut thought to herself. She had only said it would be romantic; she hadn't hinted at anything sexual. But she knew as well as her parents that there would be sex done on that island, and when her parents knew how much fucking she did herself, they always did their best to avoid anything even remotely sex related. She didn't understand why they couldn't just get over it like any normal ponies would. She hadn't been embarrassed about her parents' sex lives for at least five years now.

Not that she had ever really caught much about her parents' sex lives. While she had never gone out of her way to learn about it, it killed her how painfully modest her parents could be. Sometimes she wondered if there hadn't been a mixup at the hospital. Without a doubt, her parents were the least sexy ponies she had ever met, and not just because she was related to them. Even their kisses were chaste. Deepy was starting to second-guess if they would even have sex in the Bahamares.

Finally, her mother broke the tension by bringing in three mugs of steaming hot cocoa, brimming with big marshmallows, just the way Deepthroat Cockslut liked. "So, how's Ponyville?" she asked. "Are you getting on alright with everypony? I can't imagine living in such a small town like that after living in Baltimare for so long."

"It's really nice," she answered, sipping her cocoa. "The hospital has me doing a lot of house calls to old ponies' homes, and they're really sweet. I've made some friends with a few mares who sell flowers, too. We're throwing a New Year's party together."

"Oh, that sounds fun!" her mother lit up. "Who else are you inviting?"

"The girls are inviting just about everypony in town. Everypony knows them. I'm just helping with the planning."

"Well, make sure to take pictures. We'd love to see what you girls get up to," her father said, taking a sip from his mug.

"Oh, it's not just girls. I'm inviting my coltfriend, too."

Her parents froze, just as they had whenever she spoke of her coltfriends. Deepthroat Cockslut had been wanting to tell her parents about Gizmo ever since she had gotten on the train, but she hadn't quite been sure how to go about it. The general rule for her parents was that the less they heard about her interacting with stallions in any way, the better. But she didn't want to keep Gizmo a secret, like she was ashamed of him.

"Your... coltfriend?" her mother repeated.

Deepthroat Cockslut decided just to lay it all down. "Yeah. His name is Gizmo. He's an astrophysicist working at the observatory. He's the tall, lanky, nerdy kind. He can be a little shy and awkward at times, but he's so sweet and understanding. You guys would absolutely love him."

"Where is he?" her mother asked cautiously.

"We decided to spend Hearth's Warming with our parents, so he's in Canterlot." She desperately hoped that all of his credentials would at least impress her parents and lead to their approval.

"And how long have you two been seeing each other?" her father asked.

"Only a few weeks now,' she answered.

"That's good. Sounds like you're taking things slow," he said.

She knew what he meant by that, and her father's tone snapped a valve in her. "Well, that depends on how you define 'slow,'" she said calmly. "I sucked his dick on the first date." She took a sip of her cocoa as her parents gasped in shock.

"Dear!" her mother exclaimed.

"Well, isn't that what you meant, Dad?" Deepy retorted.

"That is not what I meant," he said. "And how many times have we told you that kind of talk isn't appropriate in our house?"

"Mom, Dad, I'm twenty three years old. I have my own apartment, my own job, my own life now. My friends, my coworkers, even my patients can handle talking about sex a little here and there for Celestia's sake! It's so normal! Why do you have to make my sex life such a big deal?"

Her parents looked like they would faint just from hearing the dreaded S-E-X word so many times in one string. Still, her mother managed to keep her composure somewhat. "Because, it's not appropriate for a young mare to be... running around like that. Especially in a small town! I can only imagine what they must say about you, dear, and I don't want them to think that of you."

"I don't mind," she said. "Even if they do talk about me, it's probably true. And if they're going to judge me for it, then that's their problem, not mine. Most ponies I talk to don't mind that much, really. The flower girls say they wish they had my confidence, and the old ponies always tell me funny sex stories about their spouses," Deepthroat Cockslut said with a giggle. "I know some of them judge me, but why do you two? There's no reason to be so ashamed. I mean, you guys have had sex too. It's no big deal."

"That is enough," her mother said curtly. "What your father and I do... in private is between him and me. And it's not about being judged, it's about having respect."

"What's so unrespectable? Everypony does it. I mean, you can't tell me you're not going to do a lot of cocksucking in the Bahamares."

"Oh, heavens, no! As if I would ever degrade myself like that!" Peach Seed shouted.

The room froze for a second. Deepthroat Cockslut wore a confused expression. Raising her brow, she could only say, "What?"

"We are not discussing this," her mother continued.

But Deepthroat Cockslut couldn't help but discuss it. She turned to her father. "Dad... mom doesn't... give you blowjobs?"

Her father shifted anxiously. "That is not your place to ask," he said.

Deepy felt like the world was falling out from under her hooves. How was that even possible? Even if her parents were prudes, she knew they loved each other a lot. And deep down, she knew they loved to make love to one another, but this... was something else. Her entire idea of love, marriage, and sexuality was crumbling right in front of her.

She kept asking anyway. "Mom... have you ever sucked Dad's dick?"

Her mother pursed her lips, as if trying to hold in her fury, and it welled up inside her just enough for her to give a straight answer. "No! And I never want to!"

"Mom!"

"Not all mares are like you, Deepy! Not all of us love the idea of shoving our faces in a stallion's parts! It's dirty and smelly and... just gross!"

Deepthroat Cockslut wasn't even insulted by her mother's words. She just turned to her father. "Dad, haven't you asked?"

"I would never make your mother do something she doesn't want to do," he answered, much more calmly than his wife. "Our marriage has survived just fine without it."

"But don't you want it?" she asked him.

He hesitated for a moment. "That's beside the point."

"Oakwood!" her mother exclaimed.

Her father didn't know what to say, but Deepy said it for him. "Mom, every stallion wants blowjobs. It's just in their nature."

Peach Seed glanced between Deepthroat Cockslut and her husband. "Dear, you can't tell me you agree with her!"

Oakwood shifted nervously, carefully considering his answer. "Just because I want it doesn't mean we should do it. I would never be so selfish toward you."

If he was trying to calm his wife, it wasn't working. "You told me it was just something young stallions liked!"

"I'm not an old stallion yet, Peach Seed!"

"Are you mad at me? Because I don't want to suck your dick?"

"No, I'm not mad at you! I'm just... curious is all."

"Curious?"

"Well, can you blame me?"

"Maybe! I thought you enjoyed our lovemaking!"

"I do! Of course I do! Being with you is my favorite thing in the world!"

"But?"

Oakwood took a deep breath. "But... well... don't you ever think our lovemaking could use a little... spicing up?"

"And you think me sucking your dick will spice things up? Is that it?"

Oakwood's voice was softer than ever. "Aren't you curious too? I mean... you've never tried it. You might... like it."

"I might like it?"

"Deepy seems to like it plenty!"

"Well of course she does!"

This is not what Deepthroat Cockslut imagined or intended when she decided to tell her parents about her coltfriend. Never, in her entire life, had she ever witnessed her parents fighting. She knew they fought. Every couple did. But it had always been quiet, loving, and kept secret from their daughter. But this was something else. She could sense the raw nerves, tender at the surface, years of hurt feelings and unspoken words finally spilling out. Once her parents started fighting, she could only stand there, stunned. But now she knew she needed to intervene.

"Mom! Dad! Stop!" she said, stepping between them. "You shouldn't fight like this. You love each other."

"Of course we do," they said in unison.

Deepthroat Cockslut nodded. "Mom, you shouldn't be mad at Dad. He's a stallion, just like the rest of them, and stallions have needs. Sometimes more than we mares can ever really understand."

"I know. I just... I thought I was caring for them so well."

"I know. You're a good wife. We both know how much you love Dad," Deepy said. Then she turned to her father. "But Dad, you should have told Mom how you really felt. I know no stallion wants to piss off his mare, but we just want you to be honest with us. Mom wants to take care of your needs, but she can't do that if you hide from her."

"I know that," Oakwood said. "But whenever I asked, your mother told me how unappealing she thought it was. So I stopped asking."

Peach Seed spoke for herself now. "But I didn't know how much it meant to you. I suppose I still don't understand what the appeal is."

Her father sighed. It was clear he wasn't totally comfortable having this conversation in front of his daughter, but it was already happening and there was no going back now. "It just... I think it would make me feel... strong. Like a king or something, you know? Whenever we make love, we always make sure to take care of each other. But sometimes... I think about what it would be like if things were all about me. Just for a little while. I mean, think about how good it feels for you when I eat you out."

"Dear!" her mother exclaimed softly. But she paused, hanging her head, thinking about it. "I think I understand. But I don't want to feel weak, either. I'm not a slut, Oakwood. I'm your wife. When we're together, it's supposed to be about us, don't you think?"

Her father hesitated once more, and Deepthroat Cockslut stepped in again. "Mom, it's not like that at all. We all know how much I've done it, and I can tell you that it's the most intimate thing a mare could ever do with a stallion. It makes you feel... complete. It makes you feel like a mare in the best way possible. And it makes them feel like stallions, in a way that nothing else in this world ever does. I've never felt like a slut when I did it. Especially with Gizmo. Whenever I do it for him I feel... loved. I can tell how much he loves it, and how much he loves me for doing it. And I feel like I can do something for him, like I have a way to show him how much I love him."

"It's just so... dirty," her mother answered.

Her father grinned. "Do you really think it's dirtier than nicknaming me 'Studwood' and asking me to 'fuck you so the neighbors can hear?'"

Peach Seed's mouth fell open, and she couldn't even cry out in shock. Deepthroat Cockslut laughed, and Oakwood finally came to his wife, nuzzling her forehead affectionately. "Sorry," he said with a smile.

"It's fine..." she said. She let out a heavy sigh of release. "I suppose, if you really want to... I would try it for you."

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

She looked away. "I wouldn't really know what to do. It's probably not going to be very good. But perhaps our marriage could use a little more spice," she nodded.

"Well, Mom, I could give you some tips if you wanted."

A blush stole across her mother's face, redder than ever. "That would be... very helpful."

Her father chuckled. "Should I let you two have some 'mare talk?'"

A gleam stole across her mother's eyes as she looked up at her husband. "Actually, I think it would be best if my lesson was a little more hooves-on. Would you mind advising my technique, Deepy?" she asked her daughter.

For possibly the first time in her entire life, Deepthroat Cockslut felt a shameful blush steal over her face. "You mean like... watch and give advice?"

"I think it would help me so much. What do you think, dear?" Peach Seed said to her husband.

He was just as stunned as his daughter. "Honey, I knew you could be dirty but this... wow."

"Does it excite you?"

"...Yes," he admitted.

"I- I don't mind," Deepthroat Cockslut said. If it meant helping her parents' marriage, then it would be worth any embarrassment. Besides, she had just been saying how she wished they could be a little bit more open about sex in the family. This was definitely more than a little open, but it was better than being ashamed.

"Excellent," her mother said. Her father shuffled around before taking a seat in his armchair, and as her mother approached him, she turned to him and her daughter in turn. "We're never going to speak of this again once this is over. Agreed?"

Deepthroat Cockslut and Oakwood just nodded. No arguments there.

As Peach Seed got to her haunches in front of her husband, he spread his legs. It had been a long time since Deepthroat Cockslut had taken a good, long look at her father's endowment, but she felt like she was looking at it for the first time. His shaft was still in the sheath, but his pouch hung below, his orbs perched between his thighs. The embarrassment was plain on his face, and he and her mother sat awkwardly for a few moments.

"So..." her mother started.

Deepthroat Cockslut nodded. "Just give him a little rub to get him going."

Peach Seed nodded, working her hooves carefully over her husband's sheath. Oakwood restrained his huff of pleasure, but as his groin was massaged, the two mares could see the tip starting to emerge.

It wasn't long before his length had flopped out, and Peach Seed gave the shaft gentle strokes to harden it. Oakwood kept his eyes closed, trying not to pay attention to his daughter watching his arousal. Soon it stood firm and full, and Deepthroat Cockslut was surprised at its size. It wasn't terribly big. It was average at best, perhaps a tad smaller. With all of the dirty talk her Dad claimed went on between them, she expected a little more. But she had to smile. She knew full well it didn't matter to her mother how big he was. The dirty talk was evidence of how much she enjoyed it regardless.

Oakwood opened his eyes and the parents looked at Deepthroat Cockslut for the next step. She didn't think they would be so dependent on her for direction, but she supposed that had always been the case with their marriage: large on passion, but low on any real experience. "I find it's best to start with the balls," she told her mother. "It's a good way to get both of you warmed up for the real thing, and stallions like having every part of them appreciated."

Peach Seed nodded again, and hesitated for a moment. But only for a moment, and she started drawing her muzzle toward her husband's sack. She pressed her nose to the flesh, loose and warm, and gave his lefty a peck. Even that much was enough to get an "Ooh," out of Oakwood, and Deepthroat Cockslut noticed his cock throb at the kiss. He had been fantasizing about this for a very long time. His wife seemed to notice as well, planting a bigger kiss to his orb, then the other one. Finally, with a steadying breath, she closed her eyes, pressed forward, and gave her husband's balls a big, long, wet lick up the center of his sack.

"Oh, honey," he finally groaned.

Peach Seed paused. "Is this... good?" she asked.

"It's incredible already. How do you feel?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. It's really not so bad. I'll keep going."

He nodded back, but hissed once more as she coated his nuts again with her tongue. Deepthroat Cockslut felt they were off to a good start, but she wanted to encourage wherever possible. "This is always a really special part. Every stallion smells and tastes a little bit different, so when you do this, Mom, this means you're the only mare who knows what Dad's special stallion parts are really like."

She watched her mother slow down, breathe more deeply, lick more slowly. "I see what you mean," she said. "It's... very masculine."

"Really?" her father asked.

"Yes," her mother confirmed. "I... well, it's actually nice."

The two smiled, and Deepy once again prodded them further. "Why don't you try taking one of his balls into your mouth? Just remember to tuck your teeth behind your lips. That'll be really important later, too."

Her mother nodded, and with less hesitation than before, planted a big kiss on Oakwood's lefty before gently sucking it into her mouth. He groaned louder, biting his lip as his wife worked over his gem, and Deepy could see the bulges in her cheek as her tongue swirled in her mouth around her father's testicle.

"Dad, you can look," Deepthroat Cockslut said. "I know you want to, and it makes us mares feel pretty."

Oakwood opened his eyes, looking down to see his wife sucking on his nuts, his cock flopping over her forehead, her head bobbing gently beneath him. He had never seen a sight so erotic, and his cock gave another throb as he stared intently, watching her release his lefty only to take his righty into her mouth, sucking on it with the same gentle vigor, the sensations of her tongue circling and coating his orb spreading through his groin.

"Oh, Celestia, you look so hot, honey."

Peach Seed said nothing, her mouth full, continuing to please her husband, and starting to enjoy herself as well.

Finally, though, Deepthroat Cockslut sensed they should move on from the foreplay. "Alright, Mom. Ready for the real thing?"

She released her husband and looked back at her daughter. "I suppose," she said timidly.

"It's really not so hard. Just remember to keep your teeth out of the way. I'll tell you what to do from there. For now, just try to take the flare."

Her mother squared up again, and Deepy looked at her father. "Ready, Dad?"

He nodded. "I've been ready for a long time."

Deepthroat Cockslut nodded back. "Okay, Mom. Give it a shot."

With a little gulp, Peach Seed drew forward once more. She took her husband's shaft in her hooves, steadying it as she opened her mouth. Slowly, painstakingly, Deepy and her father held her breath as her mother's mouth hovered over the head.

"Ohhh, yeah," her father groaned as her mother sank her lips around the tip. Deepy could tell he didn't feel a bit of teeth, and she smiled as her mother settled around him.

"Good job, Mom! Now what you're going to want to do is bob up and down a little, just to get it wet so it slides easily."

Her mother nodded around her father's cock, and began to inch her way down. She didn't get much of a response from Oakwood, but when she moved back up, she could see a few shiny streaks of wetness on the first few inches of his shaft. Peach Seed slid down once more, a little easier this time, and when she came back up the shaft was almost entirely wet.

Peach Seed did this a few more times, and Oakwood's cock twitched between her lips. When she moved up to the flare again, Deepthroat Cockslut saw her mother's cheeks cave, and a little pop escaped from her lips.

"Mmm," her father moaned.

"Okay, so it looks like you've got the 'sucking' part of cocksucking down. Now let's get to the fun part." She turned to her father. "Dad, you're going to love this, but try to keep your hips still until Mom's a little more used to it." He nodded, and the two patiently waited for her instruction. "Mom, as you go down again, I want you to suck and move at the same time. Do that a couple times to get used to it."

Peach Seed's cheeks pressed in again, and her father's mouth opened in preparation. She slid down a little more slowly, trying to manage movement and suction, but when she reached the bottom of the wet patch again, her father groaned loud.

"That's it," Deepy encouraged.

"Yeah, that's it," her father repeated.

Their words encouraged her mother, and she slowly began to pick up pace, figuring out what to do and getting used to having a cock sliding through her mouth. Deepy let this go on for a moment, watching their faces, studying their expressions, taking note of her father's relaxed pleasure and her mother's keen focus. But finally, she pressed further. "Okay, now for the good part. Mom, as you're doing that, I want you to twist your head on the way down, then twist the other way as you go up. It'll feel a bit like making a figure eight, but it drives stallions crazy." Her mother nodded, seeming a little intimidated, and Deepy added, "Just start slow and keep breathing."

Steeling herself, Peach Seed sucked in once more and began her descent. Once she was well past the flare, her head twisted fluidly, her lips moving around the ridges and curves of her husband's cock so erotically as she did. She hit the bottom of the first few inches well, pausing only for a moment. Then she began to slide back up, letting her head twist again, her lips and tongue flowing over the flesh, every part of her swirling around the meat in her mouth.

"Ohh, fuck," Oakwood gasped. His whole body seemed to twitch, and it was clear he was trying to keep still as he was wracked with pleasure. "Keep going, honey. Keep going," he pleaded. Deepthroat Cockslut knew her mother needed no further congratulations, the living room filled with the sounds of her father's moans as she went down again. "Ohh, yes. Just like that. Ohh, Celestia."

Her mother kept it up for a long while, pausing only when her father's thrusting threatened to make her gag. Her father's pleasure was apparent, but Deepy could tell that her mother was enjoying herself as well. It was quite the bonding moment for the two of them, and as sexy as it was, she could feel the intimacy between them as well.

But Deepthroat Cockslut was not about to let her own father receive an average first blowjob, and she wasn't about to let her mother give an average performance. "Alright, Mom, see if you can go a little lower."

It was clear what she had taken already was on the edge of her limits, but with Deepthroat Cockslut's instruction, she went for more. Slowly, she gained an inch. Two. Then Peach Seed's eyes shot open, and she made a harsh noise deep in her throat. She withdrew quickly, coughing once the flare left her lips.

"You alright, honey?" Oakwood asked.

His wife nodded, but said, "I don't think I can do that. I'll throw up."

Deepthroat Cockslut pursed her lips. A gag reflex was something she never had when it came to sucking dick, so it was difficult for her to imagine what it must be like for other mares to struggle taking their stallions fully. But her expertise was second to none, and she felt prepared to coach her mother through it.

"You can do it. Take it real slow. But this time, close your eyes. Don't think about yourself. Don't think about your throat or how it feels. Just ignore it." Her parents turned to her as she poured out her cocksucking wisdom. "Instead, focus on Dad's cock. Pay attention to how it feels, every last bit of it. Every curve, every inch, the taste, the smell, the texture. Try to imagine what he's feeling as you do it. Try to feel it yourself. Let his cock fill you. If you do it right, you should feel like you're in a trance; like you're meditating. Like the only thing in that exists is his dick and your mouth."

Her parents wore confused expressions, but could tell by her tone how serious she was. "Okay," Peach Seed said with a determined little nod. She turned back to her husband's shaft, studying it, her eyes pouring over every detail as she stroked it gently, watching its throbs and sways. With another deep sigh, she closed her eyes.

Oakwood groaned as his flare was again enveloped in the warmth of his wife's mouth, but he kept his voice low, not wanting to break her concentration. Deepy was practically holding her breath, watching to see how her mother would do. She quickly took the first few inches, reaching her comfort zone, and paused as she steadied herself for more.

Peach Seed's face softened as her thoughts turned to Oakwood. She had been filled by him so many times before, but now she wanted to be filled in a different way. As her wetted lips crawled downward, she let him. One inch. Another. Even a small stallion could still be a mouthful for a mare. But she calmly pressed forward.

Deepthroat Cockslut bit her lip when her mother reached the spot that made her gag the last time. It was so close to the midring, and she knew how good it would feel if she could just go on a little more. She could almost see the flare within her mother's mouth, poised at the entrance to her throat, trying to slip through. She only hoped her mother's love for her father would trump her natural reflexes.

Peach Seed held there for a long time, breathing slowly through her nose, sucking and licking gently. She listened to her daughter's words, taking her husband inside of her in every way possible. She let herself be filled by his scent, let her tongue be covered by the smooth flesh of his cock, and let her nerves be tuned to the subtle pleasure every motion of hers caused within him. It wasn't so different from letting him fuck her. After years of loving marriage, she knew how to angle her rump, how to thrust her hips, how to clench her marehood around his shaft to drive her stallion wild. And she knew what to do now.

Filled with love for her husband, Peach Seed gobbled down the next few inches. Her lips passed the midring, her tongue swirled around it, squeezing its girth just the way he liked, and Oakwood gasped. "Shit! Oh, honey!" But she wasn't done yet. She sucked the last few inches down, taking his head deep into her throat, her focus locked onto his meat, every scrap of her attention put to his pleasure.

A grin spread across Deepthroat Cockslut's face as her mother's lips moved lower and lower, until they finally made contact with her father's sheath. She clomped her hooves a little in excitement, but paused when her mother drew upwards, executing a perfectly erotic twist, her lips and tongue massaging every bit of dick along the way. Then, just as skillfully as she rose, she went back down, shoving the cock into her throat, swirling her head back the other way, earning another call from her husband.

"Peach Seed! Oh, yeah!" he grinned wide. It was a look Deepy had never seen on her father's face, but one that she enjoyed seeing on any stallion: the look of pure, unabashed pleasure that came from getting one's cock thoroughly sucked. She had never seen him look so happy in her entire life.

Just like her mother, Deepthroat Cockslut shared in her father's joy. "Go, Mom!" she cheered.

It really was like Peach Seed entered a trance. She sucked, licked, slurped, gobbled, and swallowed her husband's cock like it was their honeymoon all over again. Her blood raced through her veins like her husband's did, and never before had she felt so beautiful, so sexy, so alive. She opened her eyes, gazing up at Oakwood's panting chest, his trembling hooves, his beaming mouth and wild eyes, and she knew in that moment that she was a mare.

"Honey! Here it comes!" Oakwood called out. Deepthroat Cockslut didn't even have to tell her mother what to do. She kept up the pace, her mouth already wet with slobber, shoving as much cock into her throat as she could, earning as much pleasure for her stallion as possible.

Oakwood gave a few quick gasps, his eyes shooting open wide, his hips jerking as his climax started, his seed ready to burst. With a shout, he erupted, grabbing his wife's head roughly in both hooves, pumping his hot cum down her throat, filling her with his cream as she filled him with pleasure, just as he had so many times before. But this time it was new, exciting, and more passionate than ever. Peach Seed returned this passion, sucking his solid cock all the while, encouraging every throb and spurt, drinking her stallion's cum lovingly.

Deepthroat Cockslut held her breath. The den smelled wonderfully of sex and sperm, her parents' faces just beginning to drip with tired sweat. But one last question remained. As her mother pulled off her father's cock with one last twist, earning a satisfied groan from him, she asked her mother, "So, how did it taste?"

Peach Seed turned to her daughter, and Oakwood waited just as eagerly for her answer. "It was..." she paused, catching her breath. "It tasted fine, I suppose."

"Fine?" Deepy asked.

"Fine. But the whole thing was enjoyable, really. I... didn't know it could be so much fun. Thank you for teaching me that."

Deepthroat Cockslut nodded, and she sensed the atmosphere returning to normal within her old home. Her father said, "Now, I'm sorry you had to see that. We never intended to be inappropriate with you, dear."

"It's alright, Dad. It needed to happen," she said.

"I suppose you're right," he agreed. "But we're your parents, and our private lives should remain separate."

"Yes," her mother added. "I... understand much better now why you do what you do. But that still doesn't mean we need to know about it. Or that you need to know about us."

"It's okay," Deepy said. "I should unpack."

She went to her old bedroom, feeling a little forlorn. It's not like she had a strong desire to be a part of her parents' sex lives, but she had hoped this would tear down the wall of shame between them. But it looked like that wouldn't be the case. She could tell in the way her father touched her gingerly when he kissed her goodnight, and the way her mother avoided touching her father as they retreated to their room.

Deepthroat Cockslut felt bad doing so, but that night she crept out of bed to press her ear to her parents' bedroom door. She listened for several minutes. Only silence. Hanging her ears, she crawled back into bed. Old habits died hard, she supposed.

Still, waking up in her fillyhood bed on Hearth's Warming Day had her feeling giddy. Brimming with more cheer and energy than she had felt in a long time, she raced downstairs, having completely forgotten the events of the night before.

Until she heard her parents' voices from the den. They were never up before she was. Freezing in her place, hoping they hadn't heard her, she listened carefully.

"This is a very thoughtful gift," she heard her father say.

"I thought you might like it."

Deepthroat Cockslut wanted to creep closer to see what it was, but if she did her parents would surely hear her. Her father continued. "And what did you want for Hearth's Warming?"

There was a pause before Peach Seed's answer. "I'd love some more of that delicious cum of yours, darling."

Deepy's hooves flew to her mouth as her father chuckled. "Well, I've got the tap right here. All the cum you can drink, honey."

"I just might have to take you up on that offer."

"Ohh," her father groaned, and Deepthroat Cockslut heard the unmistakable wet sounds of a stallion getting his cock sucked.

She smiled wide. Heading back upstairs to her bed, she figured her parents could use another hour or so to let her father enjoy his Hearth's Warming present.

Author's Notes:

Two Deepy chapters in one month? It's a Christmas miracle! (Even if it is a few days late.)

Looking forward to bringing you more porn in the new year. Happy holidays, and happy clopping everyone.