Contains consensual parent/child incest. Don't like it, don't read it. Reviews are appreciated.

A crystal vase smashed against the far wall. Henry shrunk back just slightly from his mother, despite his larger size. Staring at the broken pieces on the floor, Regina turned toward her son and narrowed her eyes.

"Have I made it quite clear yet, that I don't want to talk about this?" she growled. Her look was fearsome, the kind she'd only ever given him when he was ten and being constantly disobedient to run off with Emma.

"Why not? I don't want to lose you because of my feelings!" Henry shouted at her. His palm was placed flat against the center of his chest. "You're my mom, I can't lose you." Regina watched as his green eyes shine with tears he refused to let spill over. Taking a step closer to him, until his face was mere inches away from hers, she scowled.

"You should have thought about that before you spoke to your grandfather," Regina hissed.

"I didn't know he'd—"

"That he would, what? That he would tell your grandmother? That she can't keep a secret and she would tell Emma? Or that Emma would come talk to me and tell me that she doesn't think it's a good idea for me to see my son because he has a crush on me? Once again, I lose what is most important to me! Once again, I'm the villain."

"Mom, that's not fair. You, of all people, should know you can't control how you feel!"

"I know. Trust me, I know. That's what shows me that you aren't as much of an adult as I thought you were. Henry, you should have come to me!" Regina argued. "You shouldn't have taken this to anyone else! This situation should have stayed between you and me, Henry."

"What the fuck was I supposed to say to you?" Henry gritted through his teeth, his eyes dark and angry, accusing and bitter. "Was I supposed to come and tell you that I love you just as I always have, only now it's in a way that isn't allowed? Was I supposed to confess to you how much I think of touching you? Of losing control and letting myself run over every perfect curve on your body? Should I have let you know that every night I jerk off to the thought of fucking you?"

If he'd intended to say anything else he would have been cut off by the hard smack of her hand against his cheek. His face jerked to the right at the impact of her right hand on his left cheek and Henry reached his fingers up to massage his jaw.

"Henry… I-I shouldn't have done that!" Regina cried, backing up as his eyes glittered mischievously. She would always be the redeemed Evil Queen, but he had half a foot in height on her, even in her heels, and he was broad and muscular in a way that reminded Regina of David. For every step she took backward, Henry took one forward, following her in a slow chase as though they were playing cat and mouse and she was his prey. She had only ever seen him this angry once and it wasn't toward her, it was toward a fellow student for making fun of him and that student had ended up with a broken nose and a swollen eye.

"Sweetheart… Henry, please stop. You're scaring me," she whimpered, her back pressing against the wall. She felt the cold surface of her mirror pressing to her back. Realizing she was against the wall that turned into a door, she tried to think quickly. She could get out of this room if she could only move away from the wall enough to let the door open slightly inward.

"Don't what? Don't instill fear into you? The fear that you put in many people, including me, as a boy?"

"Please, Henry. Please don't make me use magic against you."

Placing his hands on the wall behind her on either side of her head, Henry lowered his face to hers, giving her a cruel glare. "You wouldn't dare." Regina whimpered, her chocolate eyes flickering between his and she cringed, closing her eyes and turning her head away as she pressed her hands to his chest and used her power to throw him across the far side of the room. His body crashed against one of the mannequins with an old Evil Queen dress on it and she winced. Regina looked at him, anger filling her blood as she wondered how he had been planning to hurt her.

"Don't follow me," she ordered, allowing the door to open toward her as she turned back to look at him. Henry was standing and making his way to her, so she threw a fireball at the floor in front of him, causing a fire to rise. He moved around it, searching for another path, so she threw another, and another, her fear and desire to get away fueling her. Once there was a wall of fire between them, Regina left the room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the cold brick of the hallway, she cried.

He wouldn't hurt her, not really. But his desperate voice filled her mind and her eyes widened when she realized she'd just left him in a burning room of fire. Pushing off the wall, Regina opened the mirrored door and pushed into the room, quickly putting out the fire to find Henry on the floor behind the scorched line of off-white carpet.

"Henry!" she cried, running to him and kneeling beside him on the floor. "My baby, I'm so sorry." Tracing her fingers over the lines of fear covering his face, Regina cradled his head in her hands, holding him and looking into his green eyes. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she cooed, pulling his head against her chest and rocking him, noticing the angry red burns on his forearms. Henry clutched at her blazer for a long moment before he shoved her away and backed up, feet and hands digging against the carpet to move away from her.

"You tried to kill me!" he yelled.

"I didn't. Henry, please, I was afraid and acted on instinct. I came back! I-I would never hurt you, just like you would never hurt me, right?"

The questioning statement triggered a change and Henry shot his eyes to her, and Regina watched as they lazily traced her form. Her own eyes widened at the realization and they stayed trained on her son as he stood from the floor, picked her up and shoved her against the wall. Henry trapped her between his body and the wall, his hands gripping her hips and keeping her in place.

Lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "And now, I'll have you."

Regina whimpered, her body heating at his words. This was what he wanted and she wouldn't deny him now. She wouldn't hurt him any further than she already had, so she nodded.

"Good," he hissed. Large hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing her breasts as they passed. Henry shoved her blazer off, pulling her just slightly away from the wall to let the fabric drop. He gripped either side of her zipper on the back of her dress and ripped at the fabric, ruining the zipper and ripping her dress.

Every touch had Regina gasping. His teeth dug into her neck roughly, making her cry out as his hand found her core through her panties.

"Oh? Is someone turned on by her son? You want this, too, don't you? Is that why it pissed you off so much, me telling grandpa about my secret? Because deep down, you want me to touch you?"

"No," she growled, shoving him away, but he came back, pressing his fingers to the apex of her thighs once more.

"Your body betrays you, mother," he answered, pressing the bulge of his jeans against her hip. "Tell me it doesn't bother you. Tell me you haven't noticed I'm a man now."

Regina pressed against his shoulders, pushing him backwards. She stepped out of the dress that had pooled around her feet on the floor and walked with him as she shoved him against the conjoining wall. "Of course I've noticed," she hissed, one hand grabbing him through his jeans. "Of course I have noticed you're a man. You think I don't see the tissues in the wastebasket in your bathroom? You think you cover the smell well enough? Do you think I haven't noticed your long showers and the groans and gasps that echo off the walls while you're in there?" Her voice was dark as she taunted him. She moved both hands underneath his shirt, clawing at his skin as she pushed the fabric up and over his head. Leaning into him, she bit the pale skin of his chest, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Henry flipped them, shoving her hard against the wall again as he slid one hand into her panties. "Yeah? Well what do you think started my crush on you? I hear you. Three, four, sometimes five nights a week. You moan and you cry out. Are you touching yourself when you do that, mom? Or do you use a toy? I wouldn't mind seeing the Queen's toy box." He pushed one finger through her slickness, shoving it into her, making her cry out. He curled his finger immediately, not giving her time to prepare or build up to the pleasure.

"Henry!" she cried, the touch surprising but not unwanted. He gripped her breast through her bra, squeezing hard as he bit her neck and fingered her. Regina clawed at his shoulders, her nails leaving burning red marks in their wake. It took her nearly no time before she was bucking into his hand and digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her body came quickly. Henry pulled his finger out of her and slid to his knees. His fingers curled in the waistband of her lace panties as he tried to pull them down. Regina swatted his hands away, pressing her still-heeled foot to his chest and kicking him backward.

No, he wasn't going to have it his way. Once he was on his back, Regina straddled his thighs and unbelted his belt, taking care of the button and zipper on his jeans as well, then knelt beside him and jerked them off his hips and legs, along with his boxers. She then stood and slid her panties off her hips and kicked them down her legs, careful to kick them off while keeping her heels on. Walking along his body, she pressed the flat part of each shoe to either of his biceps, pressing her weight against his arms as she slowly knelt, making him cry out. Once her knees were on either side of his head, she rolled her feet against his arm and slid them off, releasing him of her weight.

"You want me?" Regina asked, her voice taunting as she looked into his eyes between her thighs. "Have me."

She didn't have to tell him twice as he looked eagerly at her, then licked a long swipe through her slit. He sucked and bit at her pussy, taking the folds between his teeth and pulling at them, her throat releasing moans and whimpers between sharp intakes of breath. Wanting more control, Regina gripped his hair between her fingers and began rolling on his face, dropping her pussy so low to him that he couldn't pull at her; she had him pinned to the floor. With a growl, Henry brought his hands up, gripping her thighs and using his feet to give himself leverage. He flipped them, slamming her onto her back hard and knocking her breath out of her.

"Did you want me to do the same thing?" he asked, his voice filled with anger. "Let's see if you like it as much as I did, shall we?" Henry placed his knees on either side of her body, his thighs touching the side of her breasts as he dropped his weight to his hands, his cock throbbing against her cheek, He lifted his hips slightly, bringing the head of his cock to her mouth and pressing against her lips until she parted them for him. "No biting."

It wasn't a thought that even crossed her mind as she took him into her mouth, his hips thrusting above her as he fucked her. She gagged a few times before she grew used to the sensation, then she brought her hands up, one stroking the base of his dick, while the other cupped his balls and squeezed. He fucked her harder, faster, reaching down to tilt her head back so he could watch her throat swell every time he entered it. When tears from pressure began rolling from the corners of her eyes, he pulled out of her and backed away, frightened that he'd upset her.

Regina only pushed herself up, smirking at him darkly with a raised eyebrow as she crawled quickly to him, the most undignified he'd ever seen her look, and also the sexiest. She shoved him down and straddled his hips, grabbing his cock and holding it upright as she slid down onto him. Crying out at how he filled her, Regina leaned down, hands on his chest and began rolling herself against him. Whenever Henry tried to touch her, she smacked his hand away. Only once did his hand make it past hers before she noticed, and he immediately pressed his thumb to her clit. She whimpered for a moment before rearing her hand back and smacking him across the face.

"You don't get to touch me," she growled. Regina fucked herself on him, lifting and dropping her weight against him, while she dug her fingernails into his chest, small drops of blood beginning to puddle around them. Henry didn't make a sound though; only knowing that payback was fair. When she dropped her head back and her motions slowed, Henry felt her tightening around his cock and groaned, the sensation well past anything he'd ever imagined. "Oh, yes!" Regina cried, saying nothing else and disappointing Henry. He'd wanted so badly to hear his name fall from her lips. Once she recovered, he gripped her hips and flipped them. And when she brought her hands up to his chest, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them to the floor above her head, holding his weight against them. His free hand gripped her ribs as he pounded into her hard and fast and rough. Her eyes fluttered shut and he felt her muscles tightening once more, despite the scowl that was playing on her features.

A few more thrusts had her orgasm beginning and she was dropping "ohs" and "yeses" and it angered him. He brought his hand to her throat and pushed against it, choking her.

"Say my name," he demanded, and Regina shook her head. Stilling his hips, he pressed harder against her throat. "I will move my hand and continue fucking you, but you will say my fucking name." She nodded and he did as he had said.

He pounded harder, his own orgasm coming close. When green eyes met chocolate, hers flitted shut for half a moment before snapping open as her body bucked into him.

"Henry!" she cried, her pussy tight and warm around him as he thrust. It only took two more strokes until he was panting and squeezing his eyes shut, dropping against her body and releasing her wrists.

"Mom, fuck, mom," he whispered, his voice tight and raw as he breathed against her neck and kissed her skin. "I love you so much, mom."

Regina's stomach tightened and she closed her eyes to his touch, but she stroked the hair on the back of his head and whispered, "I love you too, my baby boy. I love you, too."