“Mommy, Daddy! Wake up! It’s Christmas! Santa came by!” Paris came in Tina and Michael’s room and jumped on their bed.
“Paris, honey, it’s 7 a.m.”
“I know, but Santa came, Daddy! I wanna see what we got,” she said as she raced out of their room to the living room.
“Paris is mighty excited,” Tina said as she slipped on her silk robe.
“Yeah, I bet she’ll be even more excited when she sees what she got,” Michael smiled and grabbed Tina’s hand as they walked downstairs to the living room to find Prince and Blanket in the living room with Paris.
“You’re all up?” Tina asked them.
“Yeah, Santa came by.”
“I saw him,” Blanket said hiding behind the tree.
“Blanket, why are you hiding behind the tree?” Michael laughed as he and Tina sat on the couch.
“I know a secret.”
“Oh, you do? What is it?”
“Nothing. I’ll tell you later when Mommy’s not here,” he told Michael as he sat between his older siblings.
“Huh?” Tina laughed as she looked at Michael and lay on his shoulder.
“It must be pretty important. I’ll tell you when he tells me,” Michael whispered to her. “Go ahead and open up.”
“Yay!” The kids cheered as they rushed to find the presents with their names on it.
“I found one with my name, Daddy, can I open it?” Paris asked Michael excitedly.
“Sure, babygirl, go ahead,” he smiled as she read the card attached to it.
“What’s in that one?” Tina whispered to Michael.
“I forgot. We’ll see,” Michael whispered back.
“Daddy, what does this say?” Paris asked him as she showed him the card.
“It says: to a special girl who deserves what she always wanted. Love, Santa,” Michael read the card and kissed Paris on the cheek.
“What I always wanted?!” She gasped as she slowly took the wrapping off to find two Barbie dolls. “Oh my gosh! Thank you, Santa!” She looked up to the ceiling and smiled.
“Your turn, Prince,” Tina smiled as she watched Prince find a gift with his name on it.
“A bag?” He asked as he looked at the small card attached to it. “To a sp- sp… Mommy, what does this say?” He asked as he got up and handed the bag to her.
“To a special little boy who deserves the best. Love Santa & Mrs. Claus.”
“From both of them?!” Prince gasped as he dug in the bag to find two tickets. “What is this?”
“It’s two tickets to a Nascar event.”
“Nascar! Vroom vroom!” He ran around the tree with the tickets in the hand.
“Blanket? Did you find your gifts?” Michael asked.
“No,” Blanket said softly.
“I can’t read my na..” He said almost to a whisper.
“You can’t wait?” Michael asked softly. “I can’t read my name.”
“Mommy and I can help you find,” Michael said as he got on the floor to find a gift with his name on it. “Here’s one right here. It says Blanket. Here. Open it.”
“This is big.”
“Yeah, it is. Open it. Let’s see what Santa Brough you.”
“I don’t like Santa, Daddy.”
“Why not?” Michael asked with a confused look on his face.
“Come on,” Blanket whispered and took Michael’s hand then led him to the kitchen. “What’s up, little guy?”
“Let’s sit,” Blanket said and sat on the tile floor.
“Okay. What’s wrong? Why don’t you like Santa?”
“Because…” Blanket said and covered his face.
“Because what? Are you scared of him?” Michael asked taking his hands from his face.
“Do you think you got on his naughty list?”
“No. He got me gifts remember?”
“Yes, you’re right, I remember. Well, tell me why you don’t like Santa. He’s a good guy like your favorite superheroes, Batman, Superman, and Spiderman.”
“He’s a bad guy,” Blanket said in a soft voice.
“What makes you say that?”
“I saw him last night…”
“You did? Did you say hi?”
“I was going to.”
“What made you stop?”
“Um… I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he whispered in Michael’s ear.
Michael smiled, “did it look like she liked?”
“Uh huh. She kissed him two times.”
“Don’t tell Mommy I told you.”
“I won’t,” Michael smiled.
“So, you won’t open any of the gifts he got you, huh?”
“No. Not unless he and Mommy says sorry to you.”
“Well, what if I asked you to open your gifts? It’ll make me happy.”
“Please, little guy?”
“Are you gonna jack up Santa?” Blanket asked with hope filled eyes.
“I sure will. He won’t wanna kiss Mommy again. Okay?”
“Alright, let’s go back in there and see what you got,” Michael laughed and walked back into the living room.
“What was that all about?” Tina asked Michael as soon as he sat down.
“It’ll tell ya. It’s a secret,” he smiled as they watched Paris, Prince, and Blanket open their gifts.
*1 Hour Later*
“Did you like your gifts?” Michael asked the kids as they ate their breakfast.
“Mmhm,” they nodded as they stuffed their faces.
“Why didn’t Santa get you and Daddy gifts? Were you on his naughty list?”
Tina looked at Michael for an answer.
“Well, Paris. Santa did get us a gift. It’s in our room. Well, at least that’s what Santa wrote on our card,” Michael said as he rubbed Tina’s thigh.
“Why is it in your room?” Prince asked.
“We don’t know. That’s just what Santa wrote,” Tina replied.
*30 Minutes Later*
“Mommy, Daddy, can I go over Lorraine’s house to see what she got?” Paris asked as she got her coat on.
“Yeah, can I go over John’s house?” Prince asked.
“Me too?” Blanket asked.
“Sure. I’ll make sure to tell Grace to take you over,” Michael said as he pressed the speed dial number for Grace.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Merry Christmas, Grace.”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Jackson. How are you?”
“I’m great. Spending time with my wonderful family. What about you?”
“Spending time with my family too.”
“Then this must be a bad time.”
“Oh, no, it’s not. Do the children need anything?”
“They need you to take them over their friends houses. If that’s okay with you.”
“Oh, it’s fine. You and Mrs. Jackson must have something planned then?”
“Hmm. Sorta, kinda.”
“Okay. I’ll be right over,” she laughed. “Thank you, Grace. I owe you one.”
“No, it’s okay. I love your children like my own. I’ll see you in a little bit,” she said and hung up.
“Is she up for it?” Paris asked. “She sure is. She’ll be over in a little while.”
“Meanwhile, the three of you can go clean up all those wrappings. And by the time you’re finished she should be over and if you’re done early you can go watch a movie or something. But no bothering your Mother and I okay?”
“Okay,” they said and went into the living room.
“But tell me when Grace gets here,” Michael called to them as he walked to the kitchen where Tina was. “How are you this wonderful Christmas morning?” Michael asked her as he kissed her neck.
“Mmm. I’m great. That meal was delicious, Michael. You always cook the best breakfast.”
“That’s about the only thing I can cook,” he laughed.
“Better than not knowing how to cook anything, like myself.”
“Baby, you can cook.”
“Uh huh. Like, what?”
“Like eggs, toast, ramen noodles, uhh…”
“Right, that’s the only thing I can cook,” Tina laughed as she got up and put her dishes in the sink.
“Well, maybe something I can teach you.”
“Well… guess what?” Michael said as he walked up behind Tina and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You’re on my naughty list,” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, really? And why is that?” Tina smiled and turned around to face him.
“Cause… remember when Blanket took me away to tell me his secret?”
“Well, he told me that he saw you kissing Santa Claus,” Michael smiled and bit his lip.
“Oh, really? And when was this?” Tina played along and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Grace is here! Bye, Mommy and Daddy!” The kids called out as they raced out the door to leave.
“Bye!” Tina and Michael replied and waited to hear the door shut.
“Anyways as I was sayin’. Most likely last night on Christmas Eve.”
“Where’s the proof?”
“Santa liked it.”
“How do you know this?” Tina smiled.
“Let’s just say… I have my sources,” Michael smiled and lifted Tina up.
“Oh, yes, gorgeous,” he said as he opened the door to their room and lay her on the bed slipping off her robe.
“With the door open?” Tina raised an eyebrow.
“No ones here. We have the whole house-” Maria shut the door and locked it with her key. “Well, almost,” Michael laughed and hovered over Tina as he kissed her lips and neck.
“Are you jealous of Santa?” She asked.
“Now, why would I be jealous of Santa?” He asked as he unhooked her bra and sucked on her nipples.
“You tease me too much,” Tina moaned.
Michael smiled as he kissed his way down to her navel and panties, “I bet Santa didn’t get you wet like this now, did he?”
“He has before. Many times,” Tina smiled.
“Hmm. I think I’m starting’ to get jealous of him now.”
“You’re right, ‘uh oh.’” Michael smiled as he pulled her panties down and traced her wet slit.
“Mmm,” Tina closed her eyes as she got wetter.
“Mmhm,” Michael nodded and began to lick her inner thighs and finally glided his tongue over her slit.
“Oh, gawd,” she breathed as he worked his magic. He began sucking on her clit as he looked up at her to see facial expressions. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she enjoyed the pleasure.
“Mrs. Jackson kissed Santa Claus,” he smiled as he stopped and kissed his way back up to her lips. “What should I do now?” He asked. She didn’t answer and waited for what was to come to her next. “Oh, I know,” he smiled as he took off his pajama pants and boxers. “Santa can’t please you like I can,” he said and lay between her legs and kissed her collarbone as he slowly pushed himself inside her.
“No, he can’t,” she moaned as he slowly began to thrust inside her. Their hips grinder together as he kept thrusting in her and flipped over causing her to be on top. He tangled his fingers in her hair as he thrusted his hips upward and kissed her. “Uhhmmmm,” Tina moaned as she sat up to ride him.
“You gonna ride me, baby?”
“Oh, I’m gonna ride you,” she smiled as she slowly brought herself up and down on him.
“Faster, baby,” he groaned as she went faster. His hands found their to her breasts and squeezed them.
“Oh, gawd,” Tina moaned as she lay on top of him again. He rolled on top of her thrusting himself in faster and tangling his fingers in her hair again as she rolled on top of him again.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Michael said as he thrusted his hips upward faster.
“Mmm. Me too,” she moaned as he grabbed a handful of her hair.
“Oh, gawd,” Tina moaned as she came on his dick. Michael bit his lip and got on top as he buried his face in her neck, going deeper each time. “Shit, Michael, I can’t take it anymore,” she begged.
“Hold on, baby, I’m almost there,” he breathed as she dug her nails into his back. “Ugh!” He groaned loudly as he shot his warm load into her. “Santa couldn’t do that, could he?”
Tina shook her head no and pulled Michael in for a kiss, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.”