't Was the night brefore Christmas

by babykeiko

't was the night before Christmas, and Mommy felt a little lonely and blue... after all, here she was, 8 months pregnant from the man she had finally separated from 6 months ago... they had tried, really tried... even thought that perhaps a second child could rekindle the spark... but it was clear, the spark was gone.

Ever since her husband had admitted he was bi-sexual... and had had sexual relations with other men during their marriage of 8 years... that was it.

It was not that she was against bi-sexuality... far from it... she was adventurous as the next girl... had experimented heavily during her teens, college... actually, even during her pre-teen years.

But she was an old fashioned girl... expecting loyalty and monogamy in marriage... sure, there are temptations... there always are... but that is what daydreams are for.

The separation and subsequent divorce had been quick and painless... her and her now ex-husband had no battles, no arguments... so all was agreed upon amicably, and all was – in principle – good now.

But... now it was the night before Christmas and Mommy had nowhere to go... her ex was visiting his parents, at least 4 hours away by car... and what little family she had herself was at least 4 hours away by air.

So it was just her... and her little girl Jessica... and her very prominent new little girl, as yet to be named... tucked safely inside her bulging belly.

Little Jessica, Jess to her mommy, was your ordinary 4 year old... an at times loud, playful, mostly happy, typical 4 year old... she had her mother's features... but very much had her father's brain.

Just earlier this year she was identified as a highly gifted child, needing special education to ensure she would, as expected, go quicker through the school system then ordinary kids would... Mommy felt very proud about her smart baby girl, but it also worried her somewhat to have a special needs child. Even though the need was actually a good thing... having a recognized highly gifted child going to a school that was designed for such children would mean no worries about grades... ever.

She was thinking about all of these things as she lay in the bath... the jets set to a low level... luxuriating in the feeling of near weightlessness as she floated in the large tub... taking weight of her 8 month pregnant body was a good thing.

Her thoughts were disrupted because little Jess walked in... "Mommy I can't find Mr. snuggles," she said, not in the least taken aback by the sight of her mothers prominent pregnant nudeness in the bath.

"Have you checked under the bed, Jess? I have found it there at least 3 times already."

Jess nodded "no" and padded off to her room. "I found it" Mommy heard, and Jess returned with mr snuggles tucked against her chin, and she sat down on the closed toilet seat... dressed in her dora the explorer pajamas... her little feet not even touching the floor... she placed her thumb in her mouth, and suckled on it contently.

Removing her thumb for a moment, she spoke: "Tomorrow is Christmas morning," and put the thumb back in her mouth.

"Yes it is," said Mommy, admiring her baby girl's angelic features.

Christmas morning was really important for Jess of course... it would be when all the presents would magically appear under the Christmas tree and then there would be the joyous ripping and tearing and squealing.

"Mommy?" said Jess... "yes baby girl?" said Mommy... "can I stay up with you downstairs and wait until Santa comes?"

Mommy pretended she had to think about it... in her mind she knew the answer was "yes", because little Jess would fall asleep, and she would carry her to bed... then deal with the pressies and call it a night.

"OK, baby girl, you can."

A beautiful smile appeared on Baby Jess' face... and she continued suckling happily on her thumb.

"In fact," said Mommy, "the water is getting a bit chilly anyway, so I think I should get out and we can go downstairs and prepare for Santa's arrival..."

"yaaaay" squealed Jess, her little feet doing a happy air wiggle

Mommy rose from the bath with some difficulty... her big belly so prominent... a dark stripe running from her popped belly button down to her soft patch of hair... normally she would shave... but she found the angle difficult around her big belly and felt it was better to wait until after the birth

Jess looked at Mommy, as she stood there dripping... "hand me a towel, baby girl" said Mommy.

Jess jumped off the toilet seat, and became all fussy... handing a towel... and then offering a hand to steady her mom climbing out the bath... and while her mom toweled off, she climbed on the little foot stool she used to brush her pearly white little teeth, reached for a large bottle of lotion, climbed down again and waited for Mommy to be done toweling.

Her Mommy was a pregnant sight to be seen... she was a sight to be seen anyways, but the pregnancy had given her that "certain something" that many find so very appealing... some call it a "glow", others a "radiance", little Jess just thought her mommy looked even prettier then ever.

Jess' Mom was not very tall, making the pregnant belly even more prominent... the first pregnancy had given her smallish breasts – just about a B cup - quite a bit of sag, but now her boobies where swollen and perched atop her large belly bulge... like peaches on a table... her nipples swollen and puffed out like they had been when she hit puberty... like strawberry capping a small pudding

"can I help?" Jess asked, still holding the bottle of lotion... Mommy looked down to her lovely angel, and after a tiny hesitation said "of course you can"

It was fair to say that Mommy, too, was aware of her "glow" or "radiance" or whatever... she remembered it from the first pregnancy with Jess... it had translated to some of the best sex she and her husband had had... for 8 out 9 months anyway, the first month being awful as she was sick all the time.

And during those same first 8 months, now 4 years ago, she had also indulged in plenty of solo-sex, when her husband was away... indulging in teen and pre-teen memories... reading stories on leslita... and falling deeply in love with little Jess even before she was even born.

Hence the tiny hesitation.

But this wasn't about that... shouldn't be about that... her baby girl wanted to be included in the pregnancy... it was, after all, little Jess who also walked around with mr. snuggles as a baby... fussing over him as if she were his mom.

Jess placed the lotion bottle on the small foot stool, and pressed the little pump down to fill her small little girl hand with white, creamy body lotion... then she stood in front of her mom... her little face just seeing over the top of her mom's baby filled belly.

The little hand smeared the white cream on the upper half of Mom's belly... and then started to spread it... more dollops were squirted into her hands, and she smeared and massaged... she had seen her pretty mom do it plenty of times and was imitating the loving slow movements.

Mommy loved the feeling of the little hands softly massaging the rich creamy lotion into her round round tummy... it felt so gentle... so loving... so sensual... wait! What? No! it shouldn't feel sensual.

But it did.

Little Jess's hands circled gentle round circles from the middle of her belly to the bottom half and to the top... in gentle loving circles... and when she reached the top half, she sorta brushed against those slightly saggy, smallish, big strawberry sized puffy nipple capped boobies... sending a little spark down Mommy's spine... a sparkle that also seemed to travel from her round belly, following the dark line from her belly button down to her vulva.

"No" was Mommy's rational side of her brain saying.

"Hmmmnnnn," said the other half.

"Oh no, you really don't..." said the rational half.

"I've got to close my eyes and enjoy this to the fullest" said the other half.

"Is it nice, Mommy?" asked little Jess, "am I doing it OK?"

"Oh, yes baby girl, it is lovely," said her mom, and involuntarily this was followed by a deep, audible, moany sigh.

The little hands continued, and then, all by themselves, with new lotion, covered and massaged Mommy's small, swollen, sensitive breasts.

This caused another gentle moan... the cold lotion, straight from the bottle, having an effect on her puffed nipples... making them stand and puff even more prominent... it was the lotion... and the cool air... it must be that, thought Mommy to herself.

But the other half of her brain registered the pleasure... the sensuality of the little hands massaging the cream into her hyper sensitive boobies.

"Oooh, baby girl..." moaned Mommy, "that is so lovely... but that is enough now honey."

'What?' Mommy thought. 'Did I just say that? Mean that? I certainly did not mean it!'

The little girl stopped... looked up past the nudeness of her mommy's pregnant belly, swollen breasts to her somewhat flushed face.

"Can I talk to my sister?" she asked.

"Of course, baby girl," said Mommy... glad with the distraction from her own feelings.

Little Jess stood in front of Mommy's pregnant baby-girl-filled belly... she placed her two small hands on either side of the large protrusion... sank a tiny bit through her knees to get her face at eye level with her mom's tummy... and then placed her lips against the smooth, lotioned skin.

"I love you little baby," Jess whispered against the skin... "Sleep tight, Mommy and I will take care of you."

Jess's soft lips touched her mom's skin and the whispered words and breaths felt like butterfly kisses... it made Mommy swoon and moan involuntarily again.

Next little Jess rained soft little kisses where she had just whispered her love for her new sister.

"Night, night little baby," she said

Her mom threw her arms around her little girl and hugged her against her pregnant belly... her hands stroking Jess' soft curls.

"I love you so much Jess..." she said, holding her tight against her.

Jess looked up again, past all the nudity of her mom, to her smiling, besotted face.

"I love you too Mommy," she said. "Now can we go downstairs and wait for Santa?"

"Yes baby girl," said Mommy, "Let's cuddle up on the couch under our blanket and wait."

As she disentangled herself from her little girl, and grabbed the soft terry cloth morning gown from the bathroom door hook... and as she did, she smelled her arousal...