I cut my bike’s engine and hurry into the house, feeling bad that I’m getting home later than usual. My phone vibrates to alert me of a pending text message, undoubtedly sent by Riley when I was on my bike. I’m sure she’s just asking when I’ll be home, and now that I’m here, I’d rather talk to her in person than waste time answering the text.

As soon as I open the front door, I see my lovely wife bent over a box of baby clothes, rustling through them and sorting them out. This domestic gesture makes me feel surprisingly manly… and turned on.

I stare at her curvy ass while my cock stands straight up to attention. I just want to pick her up and carry her upstairs so we can fuck in our bedroom, but as she turns around to greet me, I remember there’s a little something that could get in the way of that goal… our baby. Her stomach is huge and I can’t believe there’s still any room for him to stay in here this long.

“Hi honey!” she says, dropping the clothes and coming over to greet me.

I’m glad she isn’t mad at me. Her voice sounds a little hesitant, as if she thinks I might be mad at her. But I don’t have time to try to figure out that mystery because, the next thing I know, she’s kissing me.

“Mmmmm,” I say, my tongue eagerly meeting hers.

She smells like a mixture of clean and clear detergent— the kind she insists we use to wash all baby clothes— and her shampoo. I’ve come to love the smell of that, but it’s even nicer to have it mixed in with the scent of our baby’s clothes.

“I missed you,” she says, as I reach around and grab her ass.

She laughs and looks down at my cock, which can’t hide the fact that it missed her too.

“Can I… umm….?”

I want to ask her if I can fuck her in this condition but I don’t want to be insensitive. It’s been awhile since we’ve had sex. I would say that part of the reason is I’ve been afraid to hurt her. But there’s definitely been some emotional distance between us that I feel determined to repair now that I just had the chat with Larson.

She nods, understanding the question, and pulls my shirt over my head. Then she traces her fingers down my chest.

“Oh, Jensen,” she says. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I thought you were mad at me too,” I tell her. “I think maybe we should talk.”

“Me too,” she says, but I start taking off her shirt.

“After we do other things, of course,” I say.

She laughs and I lead her over to the couch. I figure it’s better than trying to carry her upstairs like I want to do. But then I remember something.

“Oh, shit, my mom,” I say, worried that she’ll come down and see us in this state. It’s hardly like I’m a kid in high school, but, it would still be awkward.

“Yeah, did you get my text?” she says, looking up into my eyes.

“Your… text?” I ask. “No. Sorry. I stayed a bit later than usual with Larson so I was on my way home and by the time I saw it, I just figured you were asking when I’d be home, and I already was.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “Monica was here anyway. She just left. She was helping me organize the baby’s things.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her,” I tell her, nuzzling her neck.

“But Jensen,” she says, slightly pushing me away, so that I’ll pay attention to her words instead of her amazing breasts. “Your mom isn’t here. She left.”

“She left?” I ask, taking her ample breasts into my hands. They’re even bigger and fuller now that she’s pregnant, and I love them even more than I did before, although I hadn’t known that was possible. “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know,” Riley says, sounding alarmed. “She was sitting on the stairs in a daze and then when I tried to ask her if she was okay, she ran out of the house.”

“Geez,” I mutter, shaking my head.

I’m really getting tired of my mom’s antics. I know the doctor says she’s senile but she’s also been like this my entire life. Always looking for attention, even when my wife is nine months pregnant and the spotlight should be on her. It’s really about time I do something about this.

“I’m worried about her,” Riley says. “It was… strange.”

“Well, I’m sure she’s just gone over to Harlow and Whitney’s,” I tell her.

Mom has been spending a lot of time over there lately. I think it’s become her new favorite place since there is nothing to distract anyone from her favorite object of affection: herself. They don’t have a kid and Whitney’s not pregnant, so, Mom thinks she can rule the roost over there.

“Are you sure?” Riley asks, putting her hand back on my chest. The motion makes my cock perk back up. To be quite honest, my mom is the last thing on my mind right now. The thought of delving deep into Riley’s perfect pussy is using all my brain cells.

“I think so,” I tell her. “But we’ll call him as soon as we fit in a quickie, while she’s still out.”

I’m hoping against hope she says yes, because I really need to be close to her right now, physically as well as emotionally. Luckily, she nods, and I feel like doing a fucking happy dance.