Pulling Up to the Mall Keys clattered onto the end table, and an exhausted parent collapsed onto the sofa. After the fourth work shift of the week, Milo-- a broad-shouldered, well built, black rabbit, and father of one-- had to get ready for a day out and about. Though it was Thursday night, only part way through his work week, he was let out early for the Christmas holiday seasons. More importantly, however, it was time to celebrate his son Finn’s sixth birthday. Though, Milo was excited for his own devious reasons. For now, though, he needed just a moment to decompress. For the time being, Milo let out a long, relaxed sigh as he looked around at the birthday favors that were decorated throughout the house. A large banner was strung up above the mantle, reading “Happy Birthday!” and a few balloons were tethered to the dining room table chairs. A half-eaten, Paw Patrol-themed birthday cake served as the makeshift centerpiece of the table for the time being, and unwrapped presents were haphazardly distributed across the carpet floor. After he had the moment he needed to recuperate, Milo shouted from the couch, “I’m hooome~!” “Dad!” came a voice from down the hall and across the corner. Finn came running down the hall, practically leaping into his dad’s arms, into a soft, cuddly embrace. Finn nuzzled into his father’s chest, and Milo held him closely and affectionately. The little cub was dressed in a saturated red t-shirt; it was Paw Patrol themed, chosen deliberately to match the decor. More notably, however, the boy was still wearing his pull-ups. Though he was very much potty trained, Finn still continued to wear them out of comfort, often protesting when he had to wear “big boy” underwear. The little tyke was in no hurry to grow up, that’s for certain. Milo couldn’t help but give his son a firm pat on his butt, eliciting a giggle from the squirmy boy. Milo repressed a blush, and focused on his paternal duties. “Hey kiddo. How’s your birthday going?” said the father, with a warm smile. “Mom got me a whole lego set! She also got me the new Pokemon game, a new backpack for school, and a new pair of sneakers, and a whole buncha other stuff!” Finn’s little bunny tail wagged as he recounted all of his new acquisitions. “Hey, that’s awesome! And yeah, that’s right.” smiled Milo. “Are you excited?” “Uh huh! Hey Dad, All the presents said ‘From: Mom.’ Why didn’t I get any presents from you?” “Oh, you’ll see.” Milo gave a big, innocent grin. Stepping into the room from the same hallway Finn emerged from was Juliet: Finn’s mother, and Milo’s loving wife. She wore comfortable jeans and a relaxed seasonal sweatshirt. She gave a knowing smile at Milo. “Hey. I got him all dressed and ready.” Milo raised an eyebrow, looking at the clearly pantsless cub. “Hah, funny. Let’s get him in pants and let's get going.” The cub’s eyes grew wide. “Ooo, we’re going somewhere? Where are we going?” Juliet ignored Finn for the moment, and the mother maintained her devious expression. “He’s dressed enough for today.” Milo blushed, and looked back at the young rabbit, his pull-ups on full display. “Oh…you’re serious. Uh. Are you sure?” He hadn’t planned this. He could feel his thoughts begin to race as he even considered the possibility. Juliet winked at her husband. “I’m sure. C’mon. You deserve an adventure, too. It’s been a hell of a work week, and you boys should both have a birthday you’re not going to forget.” Milo thought about it for a moment, trying to keep calm. He could feel his manhood stirring to life underneath his pants; all for his own son. Could they really go through with this in public? “Where are we going? Where are we going!?” repeated Finn excitedly. “It’s a birthday surprise, sweetie.” said Juliet. Her calm demeanor through this whole idea was quite persuasive. “Oh, tell me, tell me! Pleeeeeease?” Milo let out a long, drawn-out sigh. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we.” Juliet grinned almost wickedly. “You are. You’re gonna do it.” Milo let out a small, nervous laugh. “Okay. So we’re really really doing this. We’re going to take him to the mall dressed like that. You’ll keep watch at least…right?” “Of course. I’m not leaving you high and dry.” “What’s at the mall?” Finn tilted his head. “You’ll see, son.” started his father. “C’mon, get your new sneakers on and get in the back seat!” ~~~~~ After a fifteen minute drive to the Bay Vista Shopping Mall, Milo and his bottomless son stepped out into the parking lot, and from there, it was a short walk into the clothing outlet store. Milo held Finn’s hand, the little boy skipping and humming a little tune to himself, unaware of how inappropriate his own attire is for his age. Meanwhile, Milo hoped that random strangers did not notice his throbbing bulge as the three of them walked into the department store, let alone his own son dressed down the way he was. The department store was pretty typical for your indoor shopping mall. There were rows and rows of shirt racks, Christmas music and decorations, and full of other families who were doing their last-minute holiday shopping. Milo could feel his heart thump with excitement as he took in exactly how busy it was. “Are we going to Build-a-Bear? Oooh! We’re going to the Sky Zone Trampoline Park!” Exclaimed Finn. Milo laughed. “Sure thing, son. But uh…first, we gotta get you some clothes~” “Aww, but clothes are boring.” “Be patient, kiddo. You’ll enjoy this, I’m sure…” “Looks like there’s no one in the changing rooms,” said Juliet, as she pioneered the way through the store. “You two get cozy. I’ll find some things for Finn to try on.” Juliet gave one last nudge to Milo before heading off to the kid’s clothing section. “You two have fuuuuun~.” Milo took Finn by the hand and walked him to the changing rooms. His erection could not be withheld anymore; it was at full mast, the bulge clearly visible through his pants as he pulled Finn into the stall. He closed the door firmly, and locked the door. He loomed over the little cub and smiled warmly. “Alright, Finn…time for your real birthday gift.” the father said quietly, undoing the button of his pants. “Take off your shirt and shoes for daddy.” “Uhm! Okay.” Finn smiled innocently and did as he was asked, pulling off his shirt and sneakers, until he was only in his little pull-ups. Milo unzipped and loosed his pants, letting his desperate bulge free. It had already leaked a fair bit, and the weightiness of his large package strained against the fabric of his briefs. “Such a good boy you are. Sit in daddy’s lap.” Finn blushed as he looked at his own dad’s throbbing shaft. He knew what was expected of him, and he climbed up and sat on his dad’s seat, facing him. Milo adjusted accordingly, shamelessly pressing his bulge right up against his son’s rear and wasted not a moment of time making out with his own son. His innocent, soft little boy was the love of his life. His childlike innocence, his perky little butt, his handsome little cub cock…all of it drove Milo crazy, and it was not every day he got to let loose and molest his loving child. He obediently and happily shared in the kiss, and Milo savored every lick of the tongue, every inexperienced motion of his little boy. Finn moaned as his dad’s paws wandered across his chest and slipped into the seam of his little pullup, cupping his boyish rump… As Milo parted from Finn’s lips, he gave the boy a long, slow lick across his face, savoring his own indulgent behavior. The young bun moaned as Milo’s fingers explored further, his errant finger finding Finn’s little hole to press and massage, causing the little boy to squeak. Milo gave Finn a reassuring shush as he began to bounce the boy on his lap, thrusting his bound erection against his kid’s ass. “We’re only just getting started, birthday boy…” Finn blushed, but his words failed him, only managing a huff of air. “Found an outfit for him to try on!” said Juliet’s voice from the other side of the stall. “How’re these?” Juliet tossed over the cutest little Christmas outfit Milo had ever seen. A Santa hat, a red sweater with fluffy white sleeves, and equally red boots-- still conspicuously missing bottoms. “Get these on him, it’ll be sexy~!” she said. It took everything Milo had to pull himself off of Finn for the moment, but soon, Finn was wearing his cutest little Christmas outfit. Milo licked his lips and as he looked at his adorable progeny, all dolled up for him in a sensual Christmas outfit. There wasn’t holding back any more. “God, you’re sexy…I love you son. Turn around and show me your butt.” beckoned Milo as his cock twitched in anticipation. “O…okay…” Finn flustered and fidgeted, and lowered his pull-ups, knowing already what was expected of him. The pull-ups fell to Finn’s feet. With intention, Milo knelt down before the Christmas-clad boy and began to run his tongue all over the six-year-old’s childish butt. Milo was far from shy; he kissed, salivated over, and even sucked at his underage bunny boy’s tiny pucker, feeling it flex and twitch against his lips. The boy moaned and fidgeted, only kept still by Milo’s firm, fatherly grip onto his hips. With all the obvious noise Finn was making, Milo wondered if any guests would be able to hear him outright molesting his kid; however, there was no stopping him now. Juliet was probably keeping vigil anyway. Maybe. He continued to savor and swirl his tongue along the walls of Finn’s hole, making sure it was plenty lubed for what was to come next. Switching to the next forbidden act of love was a quick motion. As soon as his lips left his cub’s rear, Milo, from behind, scooped up Finn under his shoulders and sat back down on the seat of the changing room. He pressed his heavy cock deep into his son’s well-lubed ass with fairly little warming, causing Finn to let out a long moan and squeak. As his father’s shaft spread his hole and slowly slid into him, Milo put a reassuring finger in the little boy’s muzzle, giving him something to suckle on. “Shh, it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s got you.” With quieter, more muffled moans, Finn suckled on his dad’s fingers, and Milo began to firmly thrust into his first-grader’s hindquarters. There was nothing quite as satisfying than the feeling of fucking your own kid. Even Milo couldn’t help but moan as he nipped his boy’s ear, rhythmically slamming his cock into his baby boy. A bit of drool dripped down from Milo’s fingers as he explored his son’s mouth. His other paw traveled to grip Finn’s thigh as he thrust his adult dick into his child, grunting and huffing. “You may be…getting a year older, hmf…but you’ll always be a little baby, Finn.” said Milo, as he shamelessly thrusted his cock into his son’s butt. “And…hmf…you’ll always be Daddy’s favorite lover…my diaper-loving boy…” Finn could say nothing with his father’s fingers still deep in his mouth, but he let out a sexualized moan that was far and away inappropriate for someone of his tender age. Milo was back to licking and salivating all over the boy’s face as he picked up the pace, determined to cum in his little Christmas baby’s rear. “From day one, you were…hff… just the sexiest little boy…ah, ah…” Milo was getting aroused by his own dirty talk, but his son, even more so, was overwhelmed by his father’s inappropriate love. The little rabbit’s face was washed in red, and was beginning to moan that even Milo’s makeshift pacifier was doing little to suppress his ecstatic sounds. “Finn, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…hff…!” Milo was reaching his tipping point, so lost in the moment that he knew he was going to cum in his son’s butt, right here, right now. He firmly gave the last few volley of thrusts, and pumped his boy’s rump full of his warm love, which began to drip down onto the carpet below. Milo firmly gripped the boy in place, holding him firmly as the little boy climaxed with him in his lap. Finn, in the heat of the moment, reached a somewhat hands-free conclusion. Though the little boy was far too young to truly climax, his cock twitched wildly with a dry orgasm, throbbing and twitching from all the pounding against his prostate that left the cub weak with exhaustion. The little boy panted and huffed with his father as his thrusts finally began to slow, until the two were left to bask in the afterglow together. “Phew…thank you, kiddo…I really, really needed that…” said the father. “L…love you, dad…” managed Finn, his muzzle finally free of Milo’s fingers. “I love you too, Finn. So, so much.” Finn weakly turned back to face his father, and the two reciprocated a long, sloppy, kiss. Following the exhaustion of the sexual encounter, this kiss was far from graceful, with saliva dripping from their maws as they climbed down from their intense passion. Milo’s paws roamed his little boy, squeezing every inch of his chest, tummy, thighs and butt, sliding underneath his sweater and along his exposed bits. And then came the knock at the door. “Hey, uh…everything okay in there?” It wasn’t Juliet’s voice. “Uh…yeah.” said Milo. He felt his heart pounding out of his chest. “I just need a moment...hah….” he put a finger to Finn’s muzzle, urging him to be quiet. “Ah ha. I think I’m picking up on what you’re putting down.” said the masculine stranger, playfully. “We all get those pent up moments…don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Milo sighed a breath of relief. He figured the stranger probably didn’t realize he was fucking his son, and not just masturbating, but…hey, he’ll take it! As soon as he realized he was free, Milo relaxed, though still buried in his son’s bottom. “So…how was that for a birthday gift?” muttered Milo, weekly. “That was really fun.” smiled Finn. “I feel all tingly…!” “Atta boy.” grinned Finn. “Taking it all in stride. That’s my son. Do you like the Santa clothes?” Finn was still flushed red, still feeling his dad’s aching erection in him, and he squirmed as his hole was stretched around him still. “Well…do you like them?” “You look pretty hot in it, I’m not going to lie.” “Then I like them too.” The little boy smiled earnestly, which earned him a loving peck on the cheek. “We’ll get you some more clothes too. And then I’ll take you to the Sky Zone Trampoline Park! That is, if I wasn’t “trampoline park” enough for you…” said Milo, and, with a playful grin, bounced Finn, giving a few more humps into his boy. “Dad…! Ahhh~...!” moaned Finn, not quite expecting post-orgasm thrusts. “Silly boy. And I’ll find you a proper birthday toy, too, especially after taking me like a champ.” “This is…the best birthday ever…” said Finn, as he leaned back into his father, nuzzling into him as the two basked in each other’s love in the moment. Milo gave his son one more nuzzle into his neck and one more squeeze on his butt, before finally hearing the voice of Juliet from outside the changing room. With the three rejoined and a bag full of purchased holiday clothes, no one was the wiser. Finn happily walked alongside his loving parents, still in his pull-ups for everyone to see. What was just behind that padding, however, was his sore, cum-coated butt, full of his father’s love. The little lapin cub savored that feeling, that special secret, knowing it meant his family truly loved him.