A/N: Hey everyone! Decided to put all of my Emma + Henry stories in one place. Real life is a bit hectic, but I will be updating this every so often with new chapters, so keep an eye out!

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Henry pushed the storybook to the side with a sigh. Try as he might, he just couldn't get into any of the tales for the last half hour. Outside it has a hot summer day and Emma had just come in, announcing her plans to freshen up before lunch. He squirmed in his seat, jeans tightening at the memory of his mom in her cut-off shorts and skin-tight tank top. At the ripe age of 18, Henry could acknowledge how much of a bombshell his birth mother was. Running after the never ending stream of villains kept her slim and toned, and combined with her mile-long legs and perky breasts…he let out a huff, grabbed his phone, and stood up to make his way to his room and relieve some tension.

Moving down the hallway, he heard his mom humming some sort of tune from the bathroom, the door to which she apparently forgot to shut all the way. His knees locked into place in front of the space the crack allowed and his eyes traveled upwards to a truly luxurious sight.

Emma was slick from the water of the shower, suds making their descent down her delectable curves. Her eyes were closed and arms were raised behind her head, giving him an unobstructed view through the shower glass of her smooth, pale skin. Henry definitely knew what visual he'd be using once he finally got to his room and took care of his now-straining erection.

His phone weighed heavily in his pocket. With the quality of pictures these days…Henry knew that if he got a couple of shots, his fantasies could run wild for quite a long time. His mom would never know so no harm, no foul. He withdrew the device as quietly as possible and set about his task. After getting a couple of photos that had his mouth watering, he took a step back to make his escape when suddenly…ping!

Ping! Ping!

Who the hell was messaging him right now?! The question lingered in his mind for mere milliseconds as his eyes snapped back up to his mom, who has staring back at him steadily with those intoxicating green eyes.

"Henry," she asked, her voice sounding like a purr and crawling up his spine. "What are you doing?"

He heard himself splutter, "Well, mom—see I was—my room, the, uh, door—" He cut himself off, knowing he wasn't making any sense and prepared for her wrath and disgust to rain down on him. When he simply heard her go "Hmm" and watched her turn around to calmly turn off the water, saying he was perplexed was an understatement.

"Why are you here, Henry?" Emma inquired while stepping out of the stall. She grabbed a towel but didn't cover herself up as Henry thought she would and used it instead to only pat herself down. He took a deep breath and tried to gather his wits enough to form a comprehensible sentence. "I was bored and going to my room, Ma. You left the door open and I wanted to make sure you…were okay," he finished lamely.

"Well," Emma started as she walked slowly towards him, hips swaying enticingly with every step she took. Now that she was closer to him he noticed how dilated her pupils were and how her rosy nipples stood at attention. Was it from the cooling air, or something else..? Henry swallowed heavily. "If my baby is bored, then it's my job as his mother to find something for him to do, right? So how about you do me?"

Henry was still processing what she said as she grabbed his hand and led him into her room. She sat him down on the bed and put her hands on her hips. "Henry," she began. "Do you want me? I've noticed the way you look at me sometimes. When I wear that red string bikini whenever we go down to the beach, when I come down in the mornings in nothing but my tiny robe…"

It took another two seconds for his head to get up to speed, but once he realized what she was offering he didn't hesitate a moment more. "Yes, mom," he ground out. "I've wanted you so fucking bad for months." It was true. Henry had lost count of the number of times he'd had to throw a pillow over his hard-on during movie nights with Emma, the number of times he'd woken up in bed heavy and aching for her touch after a hot dream.

He stood up and started stripping his clothes, eager to show her how ready his body was for her, for skin to meet skin. When he finally pushed down his boxer briefs his cock bobbed up proudly against his stomach, begging for attention.

"Mmm." Emma hummed at the sight of her handsome boy, all grown up and very well-endowed. "Let's get started then." With that, she brought her mouth to his in a bruising kiss. The two of them fought for dominance, tongues sliding against each other and hands wandering greedily. They fell onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath their combined weight. Henry and Emma worked each other up, finding the spots that made them hiss and whimper and gasp and groan. She finally had enough foreplay when his cock brushed against her slick cunt.

"Fuck, Henry, get inside me now." His mom's filthy mouth in bed was turning him on like nothing else ever had before. But, as the Author, she wasn't the only one good with words. "You feel so damn good, Mom," he rasped as he sucked on her left nipple, then her right. Without warning he pushed inside her, her passage enveloping his shaft in the most delicious way. "So hot and wet and tight, wrapped so snug around me. You like getting fucked good and hard by your son, don't you?"

Emma's reply was a simple, breathy "move" and Henry pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in, relishing how her legs wrapped around his waist in an effort to bring him closer. He started off slow, just enjoying the feel of her until she tugged on his brown locks and ordered him "faster." At her request he began to piston his long cock into her, hammering his length into her for all he was worth.

A slew of noises fell from Emma's lips as the lazy drag of Henry's cock inside of her sped up. Her boy's thick length filled her up so nicely and with a slight angle adjustment—there—he had her coming and coming hard, her back arching over the mattress and his name echoing against the walls of her bedroom. Henry helped her ride out her orgasm and chased his, which he felt tingling at the base of his spine. He wanted his mother to come again, wanted to see her gorgeous face twisted with ecstasy. He brought his hand down to where they were joined and rubbed her over-sensitized clit roughly.

With his hand playing with her quivering clit combined with the hard thrusts of his hips, Emma felt her walls fluttering against his member again just minutes later. She came once more at the same time Henry did, squeezing around him and milking him dry.

Henry spilled in his seed deep in his mom and filled her up with his cum. Panting heavily, he collapsed against her and tucked his face into the crook of her neck. They stayed in that position until their breathing settled and their heart rates went back to normal. Henry reluctantly pulled out of her and got up to dig his phone out of his pants. 3 New Messages from Regina.

Hey Henry. Might be staying late at the office today.

Do you mind staying at Emma's tonight?

Of course you don't. Don't stay up too late!

Henry read the texts from his other mother and smirked. He turned around and let his eyes fall on the blond goddess on the bed, laid out like a feast before him. Emma's eyes met his and he felt his lust stirring up again. A mischievous look came into her eyes. "So, how about Round 2?"

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Regina never did find out how late he'd stayed up that night.