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
Tags: Cub, Incest, Father, Son, M/M, Doberman, Dog, Cum, Handjob, Oral, Teasing, Nudity, Disguise
Really wanted to get this to you guys in time for Christmas, but ah well, it's the perverted thought that counts, right?
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	Glen smiled as he tucked the warm blanket around his son Chris, nestled snugly on the couch in front of their fireplace and Christmas tree.  It was a tradition now; the little doberman pup would always set out milk and cookies, then lay on the couch and try to stay awake for Santa Paws.  Every year he fell asleep before the old jolly fellow actually came down the chimney, but this year he was determined to get a glimpse.
	"Do you think I'll actually see Santa Paws this year dad?" the 6 year old puppy turned up to his father, tucking his paws on the edge of the blanket.  "I've been extra good!"
	"Oooh I think the old man might come around this year." his father smiled.  The old dog couldn't help but chuckle to himself.  There was another tradition that Chris didn't know about.  For the past few years, since he was old enough to remember, Glen had been dressing up as Santa and sneaking into the living room at night, dropping off presents and tiptoeing away while his son was asleep.  He'd always hoped his son would wake up and catch up, but he'd always been a bit too stealthy about it.  This year he really wanted to make Christmas special for his son, so he was going to try a little surprise.  Glen kissed his boy on the forehead and headed back upstairs to get ready.
	Looking at himself in the bedroom mirror as he undressed, he definitely had the physique of Santa Paws.  Big round belly that shook when he laughed, thick strong arms and legs for carrying presents around all night, all he lacked was a big white beard, but that was nothing a little costume store accessory couldn't fix.  Glen looked at his watch, knowing his son wouldn't take long to fall asleep, and then began dressing up in his bright red Santa suit.
	The bright red coat fit him nicely, covering his broad chest and shoulders, but the darn pants kept falling down.  Costume as it was, they didn't have proper belt loops so he was having a heck of a time getting the waist to stay tight.  He pulled the draw-string as tight as he could, fastening it with a knot.  That would have to do for now.
	Glen tiptoed down the stairs carefully, a bag of gifts for his young son slung over his shoulder.  He'd even affixed little jingle bells to the wrists and ankles of his costume to make sure he'd make enough noise to wake the little pup.  He snuck carefully past the couch, jingling his bells ever so softly as he approached the tree.  Chris was still nestled on the couch and sure enough had fallen fast asleep and was snuggled tightly under his blanket.  There were even a few cookie crumbs next to his muzzle, the sneaky pup.
	Time to kick it up a notch.  Glen stomped on the ground a few times with his heavy foot paws, pretending to shake off the snow as he reached into his bag.  "S... Santa?" his son's young voice called from behind.  Glen froze, pretending he was embarrassed for just having been caught, and turned around slowly.
	Glen mustered up his best Santa Paws voice, smiling to himself "Now little boy, you should be aslee..." he paused once he'd turned halfway around.  His son Chris was standing in front of the couch holding the corner of his blanket, but the pup was completely naked from head to toe.  "Where are your clothes little boy?" he asked.  It's not as if he hadn't seen his son naked before, but lately he'd been getting increased feelings of arousal around his son that he found difficult to explain.  He'd been ignoring it, but seeing the pup exposed like this had caught him off guard.
	"It was too hot so I took 'em off." Chris explained non-chalantly, "I've been a really good boy this year!" he wagged his tail and stepped close to the red-robed figure he didn't know was his father.
	Glen tried to compose himself, still breathing a bit heavily at the sight.  "Oh I know you have, little boy.  You've been on my nice list all year."  Chris wagged his little tail and perked his ears, excited to hear the approval from Santa Paws.  He immediately ran up and hugged the jolly red man tightly around his leg.  Glen rubbed his son's headfur and looked down at the boy, suddenly blushing very heavily as he saw the cub's tiny boyhood poking out of his sheath.  It was only about three inches long, but bright red and pushing right up against his leg.  He couldn't stop his own sheath from swelling bulbously at the sight.
	"Oh, hehe, sorry Santa Paws!" Chris giggled, stepping back as he noticed his little stiffy.  "It does that sometimes when I get excited, and I'm really excited to see you!"  His little tail was wagging ferociously, and the swelling in his boyhood wasn't going down.  He certainly appeared very comfortable being naked.
	Glen gulped.  This was a now or never moment.  If he let his lust run free, explored his son's soft young body, licked all over his boyhood and tasted every inch... well there would be no turning back.  Or would there?  He wasn't Glen right now, he was Santa Paws!  As long as the furry white beard stayed on, his son might never know the difference.  But could he really do that?  The older dog gulped, turning with his sack of presents as he started to speak, but suddenly the rope he'd used to tie his pants up had some undone and the billowy red satin came tumbling to the ground.
	"Oh wow!  You've got one too!" Chris exclaimed, staring wide eyed as the older dog's hard-on bulged behind the thin fabric of his briefs.  Glen was frozen, his heart beating like a freight train.  It seems fate had just made the decision for him.  Fate, or a shoddy costume designer somewhere in China with no idea what he'd just done.
	Glen took a deep breath, reaching down to gently rub his bulge.  "Why yes, little pup.  I'm excited to see you too!" he said in his best Santa Paws voice.
	"It's so big!" The little pup stepped closer, moving around to the side to get a better view.  "Can I see it?"  Glen nodded with a gulp.  He had a huge guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, but the anticipation of what was to come just wouldn't let him say no.  His son Chris stepped forward casually, wrapping both paws around the older fur's undershorts and pulling them down like he was unwrapping a Christmas present.  Glen's rock hard wolfhood sprung down, a full 8 inches of throbbing canine manhood, and plenty thick.  A string of pre-cum flung forward as the removal of his undershorts dragged the viscous fluid away.  The older dog let out a moan as his knees felt weak, and then moaned in pleasure when he felt his son's soft young paws wrap around his shaft and gave it a curious squeeze.
	"Oooh, l... little boy that..." Glen stuttered.
	"Does that feel good Santa?" Chris giggled, beginning to stroke his father's thick shaft up and down.  "It feels good when I rub mine like this too."
	"Oh yes son...er, little boy.  You keep rubbing, just like that, you're such a good boy." Glen's tongue hang out as he started to thrust his hips up against his son's paws.  The jingle bells attached to his suit started to chime in rhythm with his thrusts, making the boy giggle.  The position was a bit awkward though, and he really wanted to rub his paws all over the little pup himself, so he decided to make a change.  "Why don't you come sit on my lap little pup.  You can keep rubbing Santa and tell him just what you want for Christmas.
	Chris nodded as the older dog padded over to the couch, sitting down in a slump and patting his lower belly so the pup could sit right between his throbbing cock and his warm, soft belly.  His son giggled and happily climbed up to straddle his father, sitting just in front of the older dog's cock and facing away from him.  He wasted no time getting back to his ministrations, stroking the big dog's shaft up and down, making him moan and squirm.  Glen couldn't control himself, it was too much, he rubbed his warm heavy paws up and down his son's belly and sides.  He squeezed the pup's boyhood and rubbed his soft behind.
	The little doberman barked happily as Santa rubbed and molested his naked body, enjoying the attention and starting to unconsciously grind his boyhood up against the big dog's shaft.  "Oooh Santa, it feels so good, don't stop!" he huffed grinding harder.
	"You keep going too pup, Santa's got a big present coming for you." Glen moaned, pre-cum oozing heavily from his tip.  He reached his other paw around under his son's backside, squeezing his tight little rump and touching the tip of his finger to the boy's virgin tailhole.  Chris gasped and twitched, but then pressed back against his father's fingertip.  Without any more hesitation, Glen pushed his finger inside the boy, penetrating him at least a couple inches as his son moaned loudly.  He was so incredibly tight, so warm, it was the perfect little cubby hole and it was all his.
	"Oh Santa, Santa!" Chris moaned and shuddered, his whole body seemed to spasm in pleasure as his cock and tailhole throbbed.  He was dry cumming!  His son was having his very first orgasm, oh fuck, just the thought, Glen couldn't hold back.  He had to have release, he had to have his son.  The doberman let out what was almost a roar as his cock erupted with a huge hot blast of seed.  It arched high into the air and splashed back onto his son's face and chest, then another, and another.  Glen pushed his finger as deep into Chris's backside as he could, moaning with his son as he emptied his massive cummy load all over the pup's naked body.
	The two lay there, huffing and puffing as they regained their breath, reveling in the afterglow.  It was the young pup that spoke first, licking the jolly red man's cum from his lips.  "Can I tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa?" he said, still murring with a childlike innocence.
	Glen took a deep breath, stroking his son's cum-spattered belly fur and taking a deep breath. "Anything you want, little boy."
	Chris giggled, rubbing the older fur's paw in his.  "I wanna do this again with my daddy!"
	Glen nearly choked on his own breath.  Could this really be happening?  The older dog blushed deeply, giving his son a very tight hug.  "I think Santa Paws can make that dream come true." he said with a wink, kissing the boy on the top of his head.  "Why don't you go to sleep, and in the morning you can wake your daddy upstairs.  I bet you he'll have a nice present waiting for you too." he pat the boy on his sides, standing and lifting the pup off his lap.  He helped the pup clean himself up, then tucked him cozily back under the blankets on the couch where he'd found him.
	With a deep breath, he picked up his bright red pants and tip-toed back out of the room, sneaking back upstairs.  He removed the rest of his Santa Paws costume and tucked it carefully away in the closet.  The whole event had left him quite exhausted, but before he went to bed, he took a bright red ribbon and wrapped it snugly around his plump sheath.  Sure enough, Chris came jumping on his bed early in the morning, bright eyed and stark naked with a stiff red puppy hard-on, eager to unwrap his Christmas present.