READ THE SUMMARY- This fic is a romantic love story involving consensual parent/child incest. Child is of legal age of consent. If you have a problem with the storyline, don't read.
A scream pierced the air, yanking Henry out of a deep sleep. He glanced at the clock as he flew out of bed, noting the time. The same time as it had been the night before, and the night before that. Running down the hall and into his mother's bedroom, he quickly wrapped his arms around her, even as she fought against her invisible attacker. "Mom, Mom, it's okay, you're safe, it's just a dream," he said anxiously. It had been almost two weeks since she had been kidnapped, taken prisoner and tortured by one of the town's citizens, the man having spent years planning his revenge. Henry shuddered at the memory of what his mother had looked like when they finally got to her, only Emma's magic able to save her life. And now she relived it every night, waking up screaming and fighting. But every night, Henry was there, helping her wake from the nightmares and calming her afterward, like she had done when he was a child.
Jerking awake at the tight feeling of something pinning her arms to her side, Regina tried to adjust her vision to the dark. It didn't take long for her to realize that it was Henry, once again, waking her from her nightmare. A jolt of pain went through her that her son was the person who dealt with her nightmares, it wasn't his responsibility. That didn't mean she wasn't grateful, because she was. The nightmares were the most painful when they continued the whole night through. Pushing her arms from his grasp, she wrapped them around him in an easy hug. "Thank you, baby. I'm sorry I woke you again," she said weakly. She could see that he was tired; there were circles under his eyes that those under her eyes likely matched.
"It's okay, Mom," Henry replied easily, voice quiet in the darkness. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, resting his chin on top of her head so that she was tucked into his neck. "I wish I could do more," he confessed. "But it would be worse if you had to go through this alone."
"Yes, it would be, but you shouldn't have to deal with it. You're still my child, even if you are growing up," she replied, trying to lighten the dark mood that filled the room from her nightmare. And she meant her words, he was growing up, and soon he'd be on his own, leaving her once more, even if on better terms. He was a young man, one capable of preventing her from harming him in the midst of a nasty nightmare, one who was emotionally capable of trying to protect her from her nightmares.
Henry grinned a little. "Yeah, but don't you know? That just means I can help better. I mean, Mom, lets be honest… with my genetics, and being raised by you? I can pretty much handle anything." He squeezed her gently, rubbing her back. As much as he hated when his mom felt weak, he liked being able to be strong for her.
"You do have quite the family and upbringing, don't you? A prince by blood and by adoption," Regina teased. "But, of course you would choose my kingdom to take over, right dear?" She pulled out of his embrace and reached on hand up to pat his cheek. "You are turning out to be quite an amazing young man, Henry."
"I'm the son of the Resilient Queen," he'd long since stopped calling her the Evil Queen, but he'd decided after this last event in their lives that she needed a new, more accurate title. "How can I not?"
Beaming at him, Regina blinked to not let her tears fall. "Thank you, sweetheart," she whispered, pulling him against her in another hug, playing with the hair at the top of his head as she always had since he was young.
Henry beamed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Do you think you can sleep now, Mom?" he asked. Then, not wanting her to feel rushed, he quickly added, "I can stay if you can't, of course."
"No, baby, I'll be fine," she reassured. "Go back to bed." She appreciated him being there for her, but both of them needed to get more rest. She did enjoy those quiet moments, though, when they enjoyed each other's company. She had worried too long that he would never want to be around her again, and here he was, making sure she was okay.
"You're sure?" Henry asked, tilting his head to meet her gaze through the darkness.
"Of course," she answered, giving him a small smile. "Go get some sleep. I'll even let you miss first period tomorrow to make up for it." She pressed a kiss to his forehead and shooed him off her bed to head to his own room.
Henry grinned. "Sweet. And Mom?" His voice turning serious again, he added, "You know where I am if you need me." Then he went back to his own room, grabbing a notepad the scribbling down '2 am' on it before falling back into bed, sleep quickly taking him.
Regina had managed to steal a twenty minute nap in the middle of the day, which had felt good but wasn't enough to keep her up as late as she'd wanted to be. She was exhausted of the nightmares and she had been hoping to stay up late in an attempt to ward off the bad dreams. Instead, she fell asleep with her book in hand at her usual time.
At precisely 1:45 in the morning, Henry's alarm blared next to his ear, and he groaned as he swatted at it. Then he remembered why it was going off in the first place, and jumped up out of bed, making his way to his mom's room. He peeked in, more hesitant than usual, due to her not screaming in fear. Although she wasn't as distressed as she normally was when he came into her room, he could hear low moans and whimpers, and carefully padded over to the bed. Instead of waking her up, as his plan had been, he gently slid onto the bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her and making quiet shushing noises, whispering that he was there, she was safe.
When Regina woke up the next morning, she instinctively curled against the warm body next to hers, until she realized that she wasn't used to waking up next to anyone. She felt pressure on her chest and looked down to see a hand cupping her breast. Lifting her head, Regina noticed an arm curled on her pillow that had been supporting her head. She shifted slightly, craning her neck to look at the body wrapped around hers. When she saw a familiar mess of brown hair, she inhaled sharply, unsure of what her next move should be.
Henry grumbled something unintelligible at the movement disturbing his sleep, and tightened his grip slightly, nuzzling his face into the warm crook of the neck he was buried in.
Holding in a gasp at the tightened contact, Regina tried to shift, but with every movement she made she felt Henry pressing harder against her ass. "Henry," she half whined and half whimpered, trying to wake him but having problems controlling the fact that her son was groping her in his sleep.
"Nnnnrrrggh," Henry groaned, inhaling deeply. In his sleep-muddled brain, all he was really aware of was the fact that he was warm and felt good. Instinct (and a little bit of practice with girls his own age) led him to unconsciously rub his thumb back and forth over the nipple that grazed his palm.
A surprising, and mostly unwanted, jolt of pleasure made its way through Regina's body and to her core at the attention being given to her body. Still, she knew she had to make Henry stop, so she covered his large hand with her own, weaving her fingers between his. Pulling at his hand, Regina tried to wake him up. "Henry!" she stage-whispered, not wanting to jar him awake, instead preferring that he slowly wake up and remove himself as he did so. She didn't want him to be embarrassed by an occurrence that happened during sleep.
"Hmmm…" Henry sighed, crackling his eyes open. "Feels good," he mumbled, his hips shifting against the delicious pressure on his morning erection. Slowly reality began to filter in, his brain pointing out things like the fact that this wasn't his bed, he didn't currently have a girlfriend (and even if he had, he'd never spent the night with a girl) and, most importantly, how he'd gotten up in the middle of the night to soothe his mother before she even woke up. That last bit jolted him awake, and he froze, eyes wide, realizing that his hand was on his mother's (bare!) breast, her fingers tangled with his. He also realized that her nipple was hard against his hand, and he, slowly and tentatively, brushed across it.
Regina felt Henry's body tense against hers, so she knew that he was, on some level, awake. She also realized that he was now choosing to brush his hand against her breast and her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. "Henry…" She breathed. "Henry, sweetheart, you need to stop."
"I don't want to," Henry whispered, and pressed his lips to her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Do you want me to?" He was afraid to ask the question, afraid the answer might be yes, but the last thing he wanted was to force or coerce his mom into anything.
Regina knew what her answer should be, she knew she should be telling Henry no, but with him touching her nipple in a way that was far too skilled for his age, she just moaned instead. Finally, two deep breaths and a groan later, she croaked her answer, "Henry… you're my child… I… I'm your mother. This isn't okay."
"I'm not a kid anymore," Henry countered, and continued to string kisses up and down Regina's neck. "And you may be my mom, but we're not related by blood. I want this… I want you. I… have for a long time," he admitted.
Nearly responding before his words sunk in, Regina opened her mouth to speak, snapping it shut once his words did register. "What?" she breathed, turning onto her back to face him. That was a mistake, she quickly decided. His green eyes were penetrating her, and his lips were slightly wet.
Henry shifted with the movement, one leg slipping automatically between hers, his hardness now pressed to her hip. "I want you," he said hoarsely. "I have since I was twelve, when I only knew you as Mayor Mills. I saw you as a woman, and I haven't been able to stop. I tried to push it away, but it always comes back. I love you, Mom. With every meaning of the word." Leaning down, he lightly pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Regina resisted for as long as she could, longer even. But before too long, she was moving her lips softly against his. The pressure of him against her hip—the proof that he wasn't her little boy anymore—was causing heat to build between her thighs. His confession of having more than familial feelings for her for a long time was what made her let go. Being touched… it had been too long since she had been touched the way he was touching her. "Henry," she breathed against his lips.
Feeling the change as she gave in, Henry began to move his hands again, cupping her breast and playing with the hard nipple. "Mom," he returned, kissing her again and sliding his tongue over her upper lip.
"Henry… just… don't say that," she breathed, before welcoming his tongue with her own. She arched her back into his touch, her hands coming up, one tangling in his messy hair and the other cupping his jaw as they kissed.
It suddenly hit him that this was happening and his hips jerked a little against her, making him realize that he was embarrassingly close to coming already. He groaned, his fingers tightening around her nipple.
Regina moaned as he pushed harder against her and pinched her nipple. She used her hands to direct his mouth lower, turning her head so he could have a better reach at her neck.
Licking a strip down her neck, then blowing on it softly, Henry admitted, "I'm sorry, I'm… really close."
With a slow exhale, Regina nodded and soothed him. "It's fine sweetheart. Here… let me…" she started, moving one hand down to reach inside of his pajama pants. Getting past the waistband of the flannel pants, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped her hand around it. With her free hand, she pressed his mouth back to her neck and she moaned as she continued pumping his dick, base to tip.
"Oh, fuck, M—Regina," Henry groaned. He licked and nibbled a trail down her neck, until he got to the breast not covered by his hand and took the nipple between his lips even as his hips moved against her hand.
Moaning as he worked both of her nipples, Regina rolled her hips and pumped her hand faster. She breathed heavily, coaxing him with her next breath. "Come for me, baby. Go ahead and come," she encouraged, knowing he was young and wouldn't be able to holdout much longer.
Henry groaned deeply as he let go, his release staining the hip of Regina's pajama pants and painting ribbons across her stomach where he'd pushed her shirt up in sleep.
Gently letting go of him, Regina pulled her hand away from him, reaching up to her nightstand for some tissues. She handed one to Henry and used the others to wipe his release off her stomach.
After cleaning himself off, Henry propped himself up on one elbow and, looking down at his mother intently, slid his hand between her thighs, pressing against the heat he felt there.
Jerking into the unexpected touch, Regina forced her hips back down onto the bed. "Henry… it's fine, you don't have to… I don't need…" she tried to explain, but the touch felt so good after so long.
"Don't you know how long I've wanted to touch you?" Henry murmured, kissing her again and slipping his tongue into her mouth with more confidence. He removed his hand just long enough to slip beneath the waistband of her pants and panties, groaning at the wetness that greeted his fingers.
Moaning against his mouth, Regina shifted her legs to allow him more space to work with. She met his tongue with hers, kissing him slower and steadier than he'd been kissing.
"I want to see you," Henry murmured into the kiss as he stroked his fingers over her sex, not yet dipping inside.
"Oh gods," she groaned, her heart racing and her body screaming for more. She nodded slowly, giving him permission without speaking.
Shifting away enough to maneuver, Henry pulled her top over her head and pants and underwear down her legs, discarding them on the floor. Then, to make them even, and because he was already hanging out of his pants anyway, he stripped off his own clothes. Kneeling between her thighs, Henry let his gaze wander over her, and his cock stiffened again at the sight. "You're so beautiful." He watched as he returned his hand to her sex, sliding one finger past slick folds and into welcoming heat.
Releasing a rough moan, Regina found herself pushing her body down to deepen Henry's reach within her. Her heart had fluttered at his compliment on her body, but words were… disposable. His touch, his obvious need for her was the only thing that kept her agreeing to this insane circumstance. She couldn't regret the touch, though, and as she rolled her hips with his finger inside her, she knew she was past the point of wanting to stop it as well.
Henry leaned forward, resting his weight on one hand by Regina's head as his hips pressed forward again, erection pressing against the inside of her thigh. Biting his lip, he worked his hand, thrusting his finger into her and pressing his thumb against her clit.
"Mmm, Henry," she breathed, unable to control her words. She wanted him to keep going—needed him to—but she needed more, so she told him that. "More, Henry… please, I need more."
"Fuck," Henry muttered, and added a second finger on the next thrust, slowly stretching her.
"Yes," she moaned, rolling against his hand. "Harder… fuck me harder, Henry!" She leaned up, capturing his lips in her own, needing something to stop her from speaking, from demanding more.
Oh fucking god. Henry groaned into the kiss and moved faster. Never in his wildest dreams had he actually thought he'd have his mother writhing beneath him, but now that he did, he needed…"Let me fuck you," he mumbled against her lips. "Please, I need to be inside you. Let me…"
Eyes fluttering shut at the dirty sound of her son's voice saying those words, Regina nodded. "Yes… fuck me, yes," she whimpered, needing it hard and fast—rough. She needed this release. "Don't… don't hold anything back, baby."
"Fuck," Henry groaned again, pulling his fingers out only to grip his cock and press into her. The feeling of tight, wet heat slowly pulling him in made his head spin, and if he'd known sex was like this, he would have done it sooner. The thought was immediately dismissed. No girl his own age could compare to his mom, and knowing that she was his first was something he wouldn't give up for anything.
Bending her knees, Regina squeezed her thighs against Henry's hips. She used her feet as leverage to move with him, setting the pace for him to catch up to. Regina traced the underside of his jaw with her thumb, her other hand pressing against his chest.
Henry moved his hips faster, meeting Regina's pace and squeezing his eyes shut at the overwhelming sensations. He leaned down, clumsily kissing her again as he pounded into her, panting with exertion and arousal.
"Henry… I'm going to change our positions, okay?" she asked, not wanting him to feel any insecurities about what he was doing… but she needed more. She stroked his cheek tenderly. "Is that okay?"
"Okay," Henry agreed, nodding and forcing himself to still so she could move them however she wanted.
Regina moved, flipping them in the process so Henry was on his back. She quickly straddled his hips, holding his cock straight so she could lower herself onto him. Pressing her palms against his chest to leverage her weight, Regina rolled her hips down onto him, taking him in as deep as she could.
This was better, Henry immediately decided, reaching up with both hands and cupping Regina's breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. His hips rocked up into her movements, meeting her thrusts.
Moaning at his fingers on her nipples, Regina rolled her hips, moving herself up just to lower herself down his cock again. He was eager to please, and that automatically made him a good lover in her eyes. "Oh, baby yes…" she moaned, riding him. She lowered her upper body just slightly and cupped his neck in one hand, leading his mouth to one of her nipples.
Henry eagerly latched on with lips and tongue, realizing after he'd sucked the nipple into his mouth that he'd been using the fingers he'd had inside her to play with it. The residual flavor hit his tongue, and he moaned, his hips jerking and stuttering under her as he came unexpectedly and accidentally bit down.
Regina groaned at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, bite. At the realization that Henry had finished, Regina leaned forward even more, pushing her breast harder into his face.
Shit, Henry thought, happily dazed as he realized that she liked it rough. So he switched back and forth between her breasts, biting, pinching, sucking and licking. There was no way he was letting this be over already, and he focused on the feeling of her around him, tight and clenching, and felt his arousal building again, not even giving himself enough of a break to get completely soft before he was hardening again inside her.
Regina moaned happily as she felt Henry's dick growing again, inside of her. The fact that he had caught on to her wanting him—needing him—to stop being gentle also pleased her. "That's my boy," she whispered, once his full erection had returned. Rocking against him, she reached behind herself and played with his balls in her fingertips.
"Aw, fuck, Mom," Henry groaned, before remembering her directive and correcting himself, "Regina." In some manner of retaliation, he let one hand fall from her breast to where they were joined, grinding his thumb against her clit.
"Henry," she whimpered, her body weak and close with every push against her clit that he gave. "Oh, Henry, don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged, knowing that vulnerability didn't need to exist between them. She rocked against him, not letting herself get far from his thumb.
Letting out a low growl, Henry grabbed her hips with both hands and rolled them over so he was on top again. He braced himself on one arm, his thumb moving back to her clit, rubbing hard circles over it as he pounded into her for all he was worth. "Come for me, Mom," he groaned against her breast, biting at her nipple again before switching to the other one. "Fuckin' come for me."
Groaning at his use of the word "mom," Regina found herself oddly aroused further by it. Her hips began bucking with his pressure and pounding, his aggression pushing her closer. "Henry, baby," she whimpered weakly as her body tensed and everything froze for a second. Finally, she collapsed limp against the bed.
"Fuck," Henry whispered shudderingly as she tightened and spasmed around him. He slowed his movements, but continued to rock against her, his arousal still driving him.
Regina felt his erection still hard inside of her, and though she could definitely go for more, she figured it would be a waste not to give Henry what every young man his age wanted. She didn't know if she'd be able to do this again, but she figured she might as well do it all in one fell swoop. "Come here, baby," she directed, kissing him sweetly. She moved, pushing him off her and watching as he rolled to his back. Pushing his thighs apart, Regina settled herself between his legs, taking his cock into her hand and slowly pumping it, teasing the tip with a quick flick of her tongue.
"Holy fuck," Henry choked out, watching with wide eyes. Thoughts ran rampant in his head, wondering what she tasted like on his cock, if she liked it, or just put up with it, could she taste him, too? Would she let him come in her mouth? The last thought had him groaning, and he reached down with one hand, tangling his fingers in her hair, not directing her or holding her down, just holding her.
Lowering her mouth over his cock, she took his entire length in, letting her tongue press hard against the bottom side of his dick. She cupped his balls, gently massaging them while she moved her mouth up and down on him.
Eyes rolling back slightly, Henry lightly thrust his hips before remembering what he'd read about blowjob protocol and pressing back down against the mattress. "God, Mom, that's… feels so good," he moaned, forcing his eyes open again to watch.
Regina pulled off, letting her lips wrap tighter once they reached the head of his cock, and she sucked hard at the sensitive spot, pressing her tongue hard against the tip. "Just enjoy it, Henry," she offered. She pumped her hand slowly along his shaft again.
Henry nodded with a groan and ran his fingers through her hair before curling them around the back of her skull, gently encouraging. He already felt like he was going to explode, and wondered for a moment if it was healthy to come so many times in quick succession. He pushed the thought away, not really caring, and focused on the sensations, and holding back his approaching orgasm, wanting to draw it out.
Regina lowered her mouth over him again, this time not taking as much of him in. Pulling her mouth off his cock, she steadily worked her hand over it, while lowering her head to gently suck one of his balls into her mouth.
Thoughts of holding back quickly disappeared, and Henry's hips jerked again, reflexively, as he was pulled closer to the edge with each stroke of his mother's hand, each suck of her mouth.
Able to tell that Henry was once again getting close, Regina moved her mouth back to his cock. She sucked hard at the head of it, once again massaging his balls in one hand, stroking his shaft in the other.
Henry let out a choked sound, crying out, "Mom…!" as he came again, eyes squeezed shut and body tensing as he released.
Regina sucked his release off him, letting it burst into her mouth. She rubbed his balls slowly, helping him ease down from his orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Henry relaxed, his hand falling from Regina's head, body sprawled out in bliss. "Wow," he sighed, a dopey grin on his lips.
Moving from between his legs, Regina pulled a sheet over her body and laid down next to her son, her baby.
Rolling over, Henry threw an arm over Regina's waist, pulling her against him and pressing his face into her neck with a contented sigh.
"Henry, sweetheart… you have school," she reminded him. "You've probably already missed enough."
Lifting his head, Henry scrunched up his face and looked at the clock. "It's Friday," he pointed out. "And I've been keeping up just fine. Can't I call in? I want to stay here with you."
Sighing, Regina gave in. "Fine, you can stay home today. No more missing the rest of the semester, though." He still knew how to appeal to her softer side, and as guilty as she felt, he was warm against her.
"I promise," Henry agreed, slipping under the sheet as well and snuggling close (although he'd deny with his dying breath that he was snuggling). "I love you, Mom," he murmured, leaning up and kissing her gently before he let his head land on the pillow again with a yawn.
Ruffling his hair, Regina let him cuddle against her. Her heart hurt, unsure of what to think about what they'd done. "I love you too, my little prince," she whispered.
"Not so little," Henry murmured, his eyes heavy. He yawned once more, relaxing deeper into the bed and his mother's embrace, and fell asleep again.
Watching him as he slept, Regina relented, breathing against his forehead and pressing a light kiss there. "No, not so little."
