The next day was full of fun and mischief for the family, but like every day, it eventually reached its end.

“Here you are, my little monkeys! It’s getting late; time to get ready for bed!” Mama called over the chatter of her daughters’ play.

Without any fuss, Mama rounded up both of her young daughters and undressed along with them for the night. She helped them brush their teeth. She then scrubbed them clean in their bath, including their post-bath massage on their special girl-places. Naturally, Mama got her own special massage from the happy youngsters, too.

“Ah, very nice, little monkeys,” sighed Mama. “Now, Mama has a few things to do, so you go on and play until bedtime.”

“Let’s go jump on the bed!” said Rosie.

“Yeah!” said Barbie.

So, both little monkeys climbed on the bed, and started jumping up and down, from Rosie, the oldest, down to Barbie, the youngest. They jumped and bounced and hopped and laughed, having a wonderful time.

About ten minutes later, Mama came in to check on them. When she saw them both giggling and jumping, she said, “All good in here, I see? Say, you girls haven’t had a pillow fight in quite a while, have you? I would suggest having a pillow fight while jumping on the bed, but it’s probably too hard for you little baby monkeys. Oh well, perhaps when you get older.” Then she left to see if her nice lingerie was ready to come out of the dryer yet.

“We’re not babies!” declared Barbie.

“Yeah!” shouted Rosie, “we can have a pillow fight and jump, too!”

Barbie responded by whapping her sister in the face with a pillow. They both laughed, and got pillows, whapping each other, and jumping up and down all the while. Not even four jumps and three whaps into their new game, Rosie hit Barbie extra hard with a pillow, just as Barbie was jumping near the edge, and her jump took her off the bed. As she fell, she tumbled and landed face first with her pillow under her, skidding off the pillow with a muffled SWOOSH!

“Oh my, oh my, what was that?” ask Mama. “Dear me! Barbie has fallen and hurt herself!”

Mama carefully scooped up the naked preschooler and carried her to the kitchen table. Barbie sighed when she was laid on the hard table, then looked down at her slightly reddened front side.

Mama quickly ran off and called the doctor, only pausing long enough to put on some sexy lingerie and nylon stockings and some earrings and a necklace and a dab of perfume and an artful application of fine makeup and to brush out her hair. “Hello? Doctor Menta? I need you at once, please come right over!”

When the doctor arrived, he said, “What seems to be the problem, Miss Simian?”

“Doctor, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you came over,” said Mama. “Oh, but you must come and check on little Barbie! She was jumping on the bed, and she fell and hurt herself!”

“Yes, I see, I see,” said the doctor, as he inspected the girl.

“Will she be alright?” inquired Mama.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that your daughter has a mild rug burn on her chest. She is alive, but the rug burn is right on her little nipples. Even as young as she is, those are rather sensitive, as you know, so I’m sure it stings a bit.”

“Oh, what a shame!” cried Mama. “I suppose there is nothing to be done, then. We’ll have to put her down.”

The doctor eyed Mama skeptically for a moment, then nodded and gently squeezed the girl’s tiny neck until her heart stopped. While the doctor was quietly squeezing the life out of the preschooler, Mama watched with one strap off her shoulder, exposing a breast, and she energetically worked a hand between her legs up her lingerie and used her other hand to toy with her visible nipple.

“Hmm, well then, that takes care of that,” stated Doctor Menta. “I begin to tire of saying it but, there should be no more little monkeys jumping on the bed!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t see my troubles as a burden,” said Mama. “If you’d like, I would be more than happy to offer you my finest hospitality as thanks,” she continued, raising one knee almost far enough to reveal her pussy beneath her skimpy garment.

Doctor Menta said, “Hmm, no, I’m afraid I must be going. Perhaps another time. Well, good night, Miss Simian.” Then he hefted Barbie over his shoulder and left.

When Mama returned to the bedroom, she slipped off her negligee and removed her makeup and nylons and jewelry.

“Damn. I really thought I had him that time,” sighed Mama. “Oh, yes! Rosie! I suppose I’ll read you a story, then we can go to sleep. Maybe I’ll dream of something strong and manly again.”

“I want this one,” requested Rosie, holding up a book.

“Amanda the Thanksgiving Deer,” read Mama from the title. “A fine choice! I always thought it would have been cuter if they made a deerskin rug at the end, but that’s not really a Thanksgiving tradition, is it, little monkey?”

After reading the book, the little monkey snuggled close to Mama and then they drifted off to sleep.