Santa's Package
A story by a nameless wolf.
	Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and acts of incest.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story.  If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.
Santa's Package Epilogue
Tags: Cub, Incest, Father, Son, M/M, Doberman, Dog, Cum, Handjob, Oral, Anal, First Time, Nudity
As requested, I decided to pump out a morning-after quickie ;3
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	Chris smiled and wagged his tail, putting his paws up on the side of his father's bed.  "Daddy, daddy, wake up!  It's Christmas!"  His father Glen opened one eye and smiled back at his naked bouncing puppy boy.  Glen's morning wood was already tenting the blanket stiffly.
	"It certainly is." Glen pat his big round belly and chuckled.  "You know Santa stopped by to tell me something last night."
	Chris's eyes went wide with wonder as he climbed up onto the bed, pawing excitedly at his father's chest. "Really?!" he asked.
	"Mmhrmm!" Glen nodded affirmatively.  "He told me what a good boy you were, and how you asked for a very special present."
	Chris blushed a bit, subconsciously grinding his boyhood against the older dog, his tail wagging rapidly on his bare butt.  Glen gave a soft moan and raised his knees so his stiffy was pressing against his son's backside, only the thin blanket between them.
	"And I agreed, you've been a very good boy Chris, you make your daddy very proud.  Why don't you climb under this blanket and see your present?"
	Chris gave a gasp and a yip of joy, jumping off his father's belly and quickly turning to face the other way.  He whipped the blankets up over his head and began giggling joyfully.  Glen couldn't see what was happening, but the warm, wet sensation the immediately engulfed the tip of his member meant his son had found exactly what he was looking for.
	Glen couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.  His son's soft brown-furred rump wagged only inches from his muzzle.  It was so beautiful, so perfectly shaped.  The tight white furred sack that held his pre-adolescent testicles bounced and slid across Glen's chest as the young pup buried his muzzle down as far as he could.  Glen moaned again loudly, already leaking heavy precum into his son's maw.  The pup stroked the parts of his father's shaft that his tiny muzzle wouldn't reach, leaving no inch unstimulated.
	"Ahh!  Chris, that feels so good!" his whole body shivered in pleasure as his son worked his cock.
	"Thank you Daddy!  Could... could you put your fingers in my butt?" Chris pulled back a moment, whimpering in pleasure as he asked the favor of his father.
	Could he?  Oh fuck, he'd love nothing more.  Glen brought two fingers right up under his son's tail, licking them first in his muzzle for some basic lubrication, and slowly pushed both fingers deeply into his son's warm inviting ass.  He shivered again in pleasure as his son moaned above him.  Glen could feel the boy's small cock twitch and throb.  He began finger fucking the pup, just as he had the night before while dressed up as the jolly red saint.
	Chris clenched on the fingers and moaned, the lust distracting a bit from his work on the older dog's cock.  Not that Glen minded, he would happily finger fuck the boy for hours if that's what he wanted, but soon it seemed like Chris had other ideas.  The pup began breathing heavily, his clenching become more and more intense, throwing back his head and moaning loudly as Glen penetrated the boy's backside with two more fat fingers.  Soon Chris couldn't take it anymore, he had to have the real thing.
	The pup climbed off his father's belly, scampering to the end of the bed on all fours.  Like a bitch in heat, he dropped his forepaws to the ground and raised his rump and tail high in the air. "Put it in me Daddy, please!" he moaned out.  What a perfect picture, what a dream come true.  Glen rose from the bed like a beast, tossing the loose covers aside and bringing his hips up behind his son with a ravenous lust.
	He wiped his hard fat cock along Chris's soft young cheeks, slathering his tailhole with creamy pre-cum.  His heart was beating so fast, his lust was so high, all he could think about was railing his son down into the bed and listening to every whimper and moan.  Without any hesitation, he spread the boy's cheeks with both of his strong furry paws and thrust his hips forward, penetrating Chris' virgin tailhole with a loud and lustful moan.
	"Ahhh!!!  Yes Daddy!  I love you so much!" his boy screamed, turning his head to muffle himself with the scattered bed sheets.  "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard!"
	Glen's eyes rolled back as the lust overcame him.  He held his boy's hips and hammered with every ounce of strength he could muster, adrenaline flowing through his veins as the boy that grew from his seed would now become full of it.  Chris gasped wordlessly, the pleasure making every nerve of his body burn.  The pup could hardly breathe as his father fucked him relentlessly from above.  It felt like he was riding a perpetual climax, every second more intense than the last, and every second felt like hours.  His puppy cock spasmed wildly, unable to cum and achieve the final release.
	Meanwhile, his father had never stopped cumming.  What started as smears of creamy pre-cum on the boy's backside quickly became rivers of warm seed as be began pumping the boy like a jackhammer.  As his lust grew, so did the strength of his cum.  He didn't know his balls could hold so much, but more and more it came, pulsing, oozing, gushing into every crevice of his son's once virgin tailhole.
	After what seemed like several minutes of the pure ecstasy, he finally peaked and the sensation began to subside.  His son's tailhole continued to pulse and clench around his length, milking the older dog's shaft for every drop of seed within.  Chris was panting too, completely awash in the afterglow of the deed he'd just done with his own father.  Glen stroked his son affectionately behind the ears, steadily pulling his cock back and looking down at the soggy mess of creamy white cum covering his blankets and the boy's rear end.
	After panting together as they both regained their nerves, Chris finally gathered the capacity to speak up to his father. "Th... th..ank you Daddy.  That was just... what I wanted... for Christmas." he shivered in pleasure, reaching his paws down to his tailhole as he began sliding his finger's in the older dog's spent cum.
	"I love you so much son.  Daddy will give you what you want every day.  Any time you want." Glen responded, regaining his breath.
	"Like when I come home from school?" Chris asked, perking his ears.  Glen nodded.  "And before I go to bed?" Chris continued, licking his father's seed off his paws. Glen blushed and nodded. "And when I'm playing video games with my friends?" the pup continued to ask.  Glen blushed deeply at that one, not knowing how such a thing would play out around other cubs.
	"Well, I..."
	"Hey Daddy," Chris interrupted before his father had time to answer. "Your cum tastes just like Santa Paws!" he smiled, a sticky ribbon of seed dripping down the side of his muzzle.