Incest is the main reason this fic exists. If you don't like it, please don't read it! And if you do read it, don't send me gross messages. You are being correctly warned about the content in this work of fiction.

This work features independent stories and related ones. You'll be warned when the stories are related to previous chapters.

This also features many characters, Henry and Regina being the main ones, but you'll see fathers, daughters, sons and so on.

Henry Mills is a sleep lover. He enjoys the hours he gets every day to just throw himself in his bed (or Regina's after some well spent hours of sex) and sleep to his heart's content. So, when he wakes up feeling something not exactly heavy, but heavy enough to make him jump, he yelps, felling his torso pinned down to the mattress.

"Wake up, honey, mommy brought you breakfast," the warm tone of Regina's voice reaches his ears, and he relaxes.

Henry makes out the outline of her hand when she waves casually towards the curtains, magically opening them to reveal the first rays of sunshine painting the sky with the vibrant orange and red that announces the beginning of a new day.

He closes his eyes and reaches for her thighs, kneading the warm flesh gently, groaning quietly when she reaches back and touches his cock with just the tip of her fingers.

"Mom, you know I can't say no to you, but couldn't you wait a few more hours?"

"No," she replies, grinding herself to his chest. He feels the wetness of her pussy and the softness of her ass and wonders for the millionth time how was he so lucky to have his beloved mother sharing a bed with him. He reaches out for her clit, and circles it with the pad of his thumb. He dips his middle finger inside her very wet pussy. She moans quietly.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

She chuckles when he states the obvious and grinds harder against his fingers before retreating and putting her hands on his shoulders, intently looking into his eyes.

"As I said, I brought you breakfast," she states simply, smiling down absolutely sure that he knows exactly what she's talking about.

"Where's the tray?" She rolls her eyes, huffing. Maybe she's not so obvious after all.

"Do you need a tray to eat me out?" She asks and promptly takes his hand away from her thighs, straddling his face, teasing him shamelessly. "Do you, Henry?" She enquires bluntly, taking his hands in hers and putting them over her ass. He whimpers when she lets him touch her folds with the tip of his tongue but doesn't sit on his face properly. Regina can see he is practically begging her for a taste, anything. His hazel eyes are as dark as the night that's now gone.

"I don't," he replies weakly, begging in a small voice, "Please!" She can never say no to her little prince.

Regina lowers herself onto him, and Henry immediately opens his mouth, letting her taste surround and overwhelm his senses. His tongue runs up and down her folds several times, his cock getting harder with each moan coming out of her lips. She grinds his face, running her hand through his thick brown hair.

"Oh damn, this is so good," she whispers intensely. She's riding his face lazily, loving when he nips her clit gently sucking it into his mouth, making her gasp loud. He grabs her ass more firmly and dips his tongue deeper inside Regina's cunt, fucking her for several minutes.

As for Henry, he is enjoying himself like always. He will never understand the oral fixation Regina has, but he will never, ever complain either. After all, he loves to eat her, he does it almost every day now, to feel the delicious taste of her driving him crazy. So you can imagine his instant surprise and frustration when out of nowhere she withdrew from him.

"Mom, what the hell are you..." he isn't the type to complain about anything - never was -, but she cannot leave him literally hanging there, can she?

She's now straddling his hips, not quite touching his cock, and bends forward, fusing their mouths in a wet open mouthed kiss. He puts his hands on her face and kisses her with everything he has because Henry knows how much his mom loves these special flavored kisses.

Regina breaks the kiss and locks her eyes with his, whispering hoarsely, "Baby, enjoy your meal, because I'm going to fucking enjoy mine."

The next seconds run with the speed of light, and suddenly Regina is flat against his body, weirdly upside down, and he only understands what she is doing when he feels her luscious lips wrapped around his cock.

Henry tugs her hips down to him, opening her folds with the tip of his fingers, lapping at them with firm strokes of his tongue before thrusting a finger, then two and finally three inside her. She's so slick he fucks her easily, enjoying the deep groan that escapes her throat when he crooks his fingers. His tongue teases her clit right before he pulls it between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

She shivers, her moan vibrating deep in her throat, making his cock twitch inside her mouth. Her legs are trembling, tensed muscles quivering under his touch. She is so close, he senses, so close that Henry knows he will have her feeding him in no time if he chooses his next move wisely. Then he takes his fingers out of her pussy and puts his mouth right at her entrance.

"Henry," she whispers again, now only stroking his cock, apparently incapable of doing anything but feel her son about to make her come. And when Henry brushes his tongue between her folds, thrusting it inside her pussy, mimicking the way they kiss, she releases his cock and screams her pleasure to the empty house, flooding Henry's mouth with her delicious juices.

He keeps licking her gently for several minutes, making her come again, before she gets up from her position to sit in the mattress, panting. Her eyes are shining like the sun outside, happy and satisfied. He sits at the edge of the bed, sensually licking his lips.

"How was your breakfast, baby," she asks innocently, despite the very wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Most delicious ever," he replies, looking fondly at her. "But you still didn't have yours, did you?" He winks at her again.

Regina shakes her head and moves in the bed, tapping the mattress, and looking at his still very hard cock. "Come here, let me have it."

Henry sits with his back against the headboard of the bed and opens his legs when Regina begins to stroke his cock firmly. She wastes no time, taking him, swallowing as much of his cock as she can. He's big and thick, veins standing out just the way she loves.

And when he groans deep in his throat, maybe she can finally admit that she loves him a bit more for having made the first move months ago because now, when she feels his seed splashing deep into her throat, his cock pulsing and filling her mouth with his hot cum, Regina thinks that she has finally found her true happy ending.