Riley smiles and I take off her skirt and then my pants and underwear. I hold her against me while we’re still standing up, marveling at her gorgeous body.

“I never knew pregnancy could look so hot,” I say.

“Oh, stop. I’m huge.”

“You’re perfect. So perfect I want to defile you.”

“Oh yeah?” she asks, biting her full, pretty bottom lip as she seductively peers at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yeah. But, I’ll make it easy on you, due to your condition and all.”

“Very funny,” Riley says, but she seems relieved when I sit down on the couch and pull her on top of me, so that she’ll be sitting on my lap.

Her belly isn’t in the way now, and I can hold onto her plump ass. With one hand there and the other on her hip, I guide her down onto my cock. Once the tip is inside, I can already feel how wet she is. She slowly sits down, gliding my cock further into her pussy as she does so.

“Oh, my God, Riley,” I tell her. “That feels so good. It’s been far too long.”

“I know.”

It hasn’t even been a week, but that’s a long time for us.

Riley squeezes my cock in between her thighs and pussy until I’m all the way up inside her. Her pussy feels tight and warm when I’m there. She begins slowly grinding her hips around, making my cock move around inside her.

“I love how you big cock fills me all the way up,” she moans.

I reach around and play with her nipples, which are hard and pointy from my touch. She groans and circles her hips around on me, saying, “You’re going to make me come, Jensen.”

“Come, my wife,” I tell her, pushing my cock up further inside her pussy. “Come on my cock.”

“Yes,” she says, leaning her head back onto my chest and half lying in my lap while she comes. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I pick her legs up and spread them wide over my own legs. I let her relax in my lap so she doesn’t have to exert herself. I want to pleasure her, and my mind is entirely consumed with thoughts of making her feel good.

I reach underneath her belly and back up a bit, playing with her clit while I push my cock in and out from underneath her pussy.

“I love how your cock is so long that it bends up and around and goes inside me,” she says, as she gently rocks her pussy up and down on my cock and my fingers work their way around her wet clit. “And it’s so thick that it’s crammed inside me, almost spilling out.”

“I love your sweet pussy,” I tell her, squeezing her clit between my two fingers. “It feels so wet and tight.”

“Oh, my God,” she says, leaning her back to look at me. “You’re amazing.”

With one of my hands I keep playing with her clit and with the other I take ahold of her hair and gently pull on it, making sure her eyes stay locked on me. Her tongue licks her lower lip while she writhes around on my cock.

“I’m coming,” she says, and I start patting her pussy, spanking it ever so lightly with my hand. “Jensen, Jensen, Jensen.”

I feel her warm juices spill out onto my cock and into the palm of my hand. I rub the wetness all over my balls and her clit. Then she leans forward and begins riding my cock.

“Riley,” I say. “That feels so good. But you don’t have to…”

“Shhhhhh,” she says, rising and falling on my cock, moving her ass back and forth.

I can’t help but take her ass cheeks in my hands, spreading them wide and then putting my finger into her asshole.

“That feels so good,” she says, bouncing up and down on my cock as I thrust it in and out of her pussy hole.

“You have no idea,” I tell her, as I feel myself being to throb inside her clenched pussy.

“It kind of makes me feel like I’m bouncing around on a fitness ball,” she says. “Like a birth ball they showed us in our labor and delivery class. I think this is good practice for labor.”

We laugh, and the vibration on my cock makes it become even more engorged.

“Oooh, I felt that,” she says, moving up and down on me more. “That feels good.”

“You’re telling me. Now you’re going to make me come.”

“I’m gonna come with you,” she says. “You make me come so much.”

Then I’m thrusting and pumping my cock into her pussy while my finger plays with her asshole. And she’s panting hard, riding my cock, as I come into her. I shoot my load in her and she grips my thighs, saying, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.”

I finish and expect her to collapse on me so I can hold her for a minute before we hurry to get dressed and find my mom. But instead, she says, “Ouch.”

“Ouch?” I ask her, as I help her off my lap.

“Ouch.” She bends over and holds her stomach. “I think that might have been a little too much like practice labor. It seems to have stimulated a contraction.”

“Well, the instructor did say that having sex could start labor,” I mention.

“Awww, you really do pay attention in class,” she says, straightening up but still rubbing her belly. “But they said that’s an induction tip, like if the baby is overdue. I still have a week left.”

“They also said a due date is just an estimate,” I tell her, and she smiles, obviously further impressed with all that I’ve learned in our labor and delivery class. “How do you feel now? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she says, nodding. “I think I might have just pulled something, like a muscle in my stomach or something.”

“You were working hard,” I tell her. “Sorry if it was too much. But I’m really glad we got to do that.”

“Me too,” she says. “And I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” I tell her. “Let’s get dressed and call Harlow to make sure my mom is over there and then we can sit down and have a chat.”

“I’d love that,” she says, looking relieved.

But just as we’re starting to put our clothes back on, there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh no,” Riley says, practically jumping. “Your mom must be back.”

“At least we had time to finish,” I laugh.

When I open the door, I’m surprised to see that it’s not my mom, but Harlow and Whitney.

“Why hello,” I tell them, opening the door all the way. “Come in.”

“Hi guys,” Riley says, hugging them but looking as confused as I feel. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“Is Mom with you?” I ask Harlow, peering around behind them.

“No,” he says. “That’s what I came to talk to you about.”

I nod. It seems everyone has been concerned about Mom lately, myself included.

“Okay,” I say, pointing at the couch with a twinge of guilt, realizing it’s where Riley and I just made love, and hoping we didn’t leave any evidence— or bodily fluids— behind. “Sit down. Let’s chat.”