Consensual Parent/Child Incest, don't read if you aren't interested.
When Henry woke up again, he was alone in the bed. He took a moment to yawn and stretch, thinking back over the morning with a smile. The smell of coffee and bacon wafting through the house got him up, and he threw his pajama pants back on, making his way downstairs. "Morning again," he greeted, smiling a little nervously as he entered the kitchen where his mother was standing at the stove, cooking.
"Good morning, dear," Regina answered, not turning away from the stove. Obviously, she had known this would happen; the awkward post-sex conversation, with her son. And while she knew on some level that what she had done was wrong, she didn't necessarily completely regret it either. "How did you sleep?"
"Great. You?" Henry made his way over to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
She stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch, but nodded. "I think we both know I slept fine, since you didn't have to wake me from any nightmares," she answered simply.
"I set my alarm," Henry admitted. "So I'd wake up before you did, since you always woke up at the same time. I thought if I could soothe you before the nightmare woke you up, it'd be better. I… didn't actually intend to fall asleep in your bed."
"That was very sweet of you, Henry," she said, turning and nudging his arms off her so she could grab a plate for his eggs. "But you don't have to do things like that. I'm supposed to take care of you, not the other way around."
"So you'd have rathered woken up screaming again?" Henry asked doubtfully. He moved back a little, giving her room to move. "I can take care of you, too, Mom. It's not some kind of failing if you need help."
"Of course I wouldn't rather wake up screaming. But I do need to deal with my nightmares and everything that is causing them. And you need to get proper, healthy amounts of sleep. You're a growing bo—young man, and not getting enough sleep is only going to hurt you." She looked into his eyes and shook her head, unable to unsee the look of desire that had filled those green eyes earlier that morning. Looking away, she handed him the plate she'd made him and cracked an egg into the pan for herself.
Sighing, Henry set the plate on the counter and took Regina's hand, drawing her away from the stove and against his body to wrap his arms around her. "I don't care about my sleep when you're hurting," he said quietly, and tilted his head down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
Accepting the kiss, Regina stood still, her lips pressed tightly together and gently to Henry's. She broke away first, looking up at him. "Henry…" she breathed, her tone filled with pain and frustration.
"I love you," he whispered, raising a hand to brush her hair back. "What happened this morning… God, Mom, that was… perfect. I wanted my first time to really mean something, and it did. At least to me. I hope it did to you, too."
She'd had a feeling that it had been his first time, but hearing him say so shot a mixture of feelings through her, some painful, some undefinable and some she wouldn't admit to. "I shouldn't have been your first. I… I shouldn't have been youranything Henry. I'm your mother."
"I wanted you to be my first," Henry said, still holding her against him. "Do you think I haven't had the opportunity to have sex before? Ava broke up with me because I wouldn't have sex with her. I never planned to have sex with you, but I'd hoped. And I wanted to hold out hope a little longer. And I'm so glad I did."
"Sweetheart… I'm not going to stand here and lie to you and tell you that I didn't enjoy it. That would be lying and it would be cruel. But, that doesn't mean it can ever happen again. There are too many things about it that would be complicated and…" she trailed off, unsure of how she wanted to finish her thought. She pushed out of his hug, moving back to the stove to flip her overcooked egg.
Henry leaned against the counter, gripping it nervously. "Do you want it?" he asked hoarsely.
Acting uncharacteristically stupid, Regina looked at him after she flipped her egg. "Do I want what, dear?"
"Me." Henry swallowed hard. "This. What… what we could be."
"Sweetheart, you have so much life to live and I'm… I am far too old for you." She knew that he would keep pushing since she wasn't giving him a direct answer, but she was buying herself time to think.
"That's bullshit," Henry stated bluntly. "You're trying to avoid answering me because you know that you can't say that you don't want it."
"Henry!" she scolded, "do not speak to me like that, I'm stillyour mother." She looked away again, avoiding his gaze. After a minute, she turned off the stove and looked at him again, her tone soft and vulnerable. "Do you think that it's easy to say that the most loved I've felt in 8 or 9 years was having sex with myson? Don't you think that I would love to be able to say how incredibly good it felt and how I'd love to do it over and over again, because I haven't had someone touch me like that in far too long? Henry, I would love to be able to say those things. But there is far more at stake than your ego if I do." By the time she finished speaking, tears had welled in her eyes and she was blinking rapidly to keep them from falling.
Henry reached out, cupping her cheek with one hand and using his thumb to wipe away a rogue tear. "Don't you get it?" he asked softly. "I'm not concerned about my ego. I just want to be able to love you. I want you to be happy and loved like you deserve. I don't care that you're my mom. You're also a woman."
Looking up at him lovingly, she sighed. "And what about Emma, or Snow… or David? What if they find out? You don't think they'd destroy me?" In a moment of weakness, she dropped her forehead to his chest, broad and strong like his grandfather's.
"I won't let them," Henry said, shaking his head and holding her protectively. "I'll talk to them, I'll explain it. And if they still try and cause a problem? Well… we can both cross the town line if we have to."
Maybe she was weak, maybe she was just tired of being alone, but in that moment, she didn't care which it was. Looking up at him, taking in all the changes that, as a mother, she hated to notice, his baby face gone and replaced with chiseled features, his boyish haircut replaced with a more stylish cut. But as a woman, she would admit that he's grown into an attractive young man. Reaching up, she tenderly placed her lips against his, kissing him slowly as her tears rolled down her cheeks.
Henry returned the kiss gently, cradling her face with both hands. When they parted, just slightly, he whispered against her lips, "I'm always going to love you… and I'm never going to leave you."
Without opening her eyes, she sighed. "You will someday, sweetheart." You are so much like my Daniel, she thought.
Pulling back slightly, Henry waited until Regina opened her eyes. Meeting her gaze intensely, he stated, "No. I won't."
She leaned back in to kiss him gently, trying to hide her doubt. Moments later, she broke away, giving him a small smile. "Let's eat before the food gets too much colder," she said easily, sliding her egg onto a plate and taking a seat at the island instead of heading into the dining room.
Henry followed suit, sitting next to her at the island with his own plate of food. Deciding to eat with his left hand, he reached over with his right and laced their fingers together, giving her a small smile.
"I don't…" she started, stopping a moment to organize her thoughts. "I don't want to talk about everything right now, but… should this continue, we need to discuss a great many things first."
"Okay," Henry agreed easily. "But, uh, in the mean time… can I still kiss you when we're alone?"
With a small chuckle and a light sigh, Regina nodded. "Yes, you can kiss me when we're alone. But… Henry, you also have to understand that I'm not going to be easy about this, even after I've accepted it. I'll need you to not get upset when I… struggle with it." Looking at him with uncertainty, Regina squeezed his hand.
Henry broke out into a grin that was entirely too big for what his mother was saying, because even as she was cautioning him, she was also, intentionally or not, declaring an intent to see where this led. "I can handle that," he said.
Shaking her head at his enthusiasm, she looked back to her meal and ate slowly. Regina had no idea what she was getting herself into… but it had been a long time since she'd seen him smile so easily and so earnestly, that she couldn't bring herself to feel any regret.
The day passed uneventfully, with mildly awkward cuddling, movie watching, and soft, tentative kisses. Regina seemed to relax a bit as the hours passed, and when it was time for bed, after getting ready, Henry knocked lightly on her door, stepping inside and smiling at her as she looked up from her book.
"Yes, sweetheart?" she asked when he came into her room. Out of habit, she crossed her arms over her chest, her silk camisole leaving her feeling exposed.
"Uh…" Henry hesitated, then took a deep breath and closed the door behind him, walking up to the bed. "I thought it would make sense if I slept here tonight."
Raising an eyebrow, Regina tried to hide a smirk. "Oh?"
"Yeah." Henry nodded like it was the most natural thing in the word and climbed into the bed, settling under the covers. "I mean, we both slept better last night," he reasoned.
Placing her bookmark between the pages and setting it on her nightstand, Regina turned so she was laying on her side, facing him. "And sleeping better is your only intention?" she asked, teasing him.
Henry gave a sly smile even as he felt a stirring in his pajama pants. "Well… I mean, if something other than sleeping happened, I wouldn't be opposed…"
Shaking her head, Regina couldn't help but smile at his eagerness. "I'll tell you what," she stated, knowing if he seduced her she wouldn't say no, but she wasn't at the point where she could start anything sexual. "We'll see what happens." Even in her response, she didn't move, simply choosing to remain facing him.
Smile softening, Henry ran his fingers through her hair, saying, "I really did come in here for the purpose of a better sleep. Anything more is just a bonus." He pulled her closer to him, tucking her into his side (when did she get so tiny?) and tangling their legs together.
"You are growing into such a good young man, Henry," she said, looking into his eyes. Lifting her hand to stroke his cheek, she smiled widely at him.
"Because I have such good moms," he replied, tilting his head down and kissing her.
Regina kissed him back, an act that was becoming easier and more natural every time they did it. As they kissed, her thumb stroked his jawline and she brought her other hand to hold his neck, keeping him close to her.
Henry slid his tongue across the seam of Regina's lips, then sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his hands slipping under her top to splay across the warm skin of her back.
Holding back a moan, Regina flicked her tongue out, touching his upper lip as he sucked her bottom one. His touch was gentle and eager and she found herself enjoying the combination. She leaned into him to let him know he could continue… that she was okay with it continuing.
Groaning happily, Henry let one hand trail up Regina's side, fingers skimming over the grooves of her ribs until his thumb was resting against the underside of her breast.
Regina moved her hands down his chest, tracing the light muscle lines as her fingers moved down his torso. His skin was smooth and she wanted to feel it against her. Moving to grip the hem of her tank top, she shifted from his touch until her shirt was tossed to the floor.
Henry immediately pulled her back against him, groaning again at the feel of her skin on his, her breasts pressed to his chest. His hands roamed her body greedily, over her back and down to slide beneath her clothes, cupping her ass and holding her hips against his.
Releasing a moan at the slight pressure she felt from him against her hip, Regina pushed her pelvis into him. She kissed him more eagerly, biting his lip before releasing it and licking the roof of his mouth. One of her hands rested lightly on his hip, half on his skin and half on his bottoms.
"I-I want to return the favor from this morning," Henry murmured, kissing her again and massaging her ass.
Groaning against his mouth, she broke away saying, "That's… you don't have to, you know."
"I want to." Henry reached further down, his fingertips grazing her growing wetness. "I want to know what you taste like. I want to make you come on my mouth." He paused, then added sheepishly, "Or, y'know, at least try."
"Fuck, Henry," she whimpered, shifting to lay on her back and pulling him on top of her. His weight felt good, not heavy and not forced. "Touch me more." Her breathing was heavy and after he gave her that thought, she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have his mouth on her.
Moving to his knees briefly so he could pull her bottoms off, he settled on top of her again, sliding a hand between her thighs and lightly teasing her smooth folds, watching her face as he touched her.
Pushing her head back into the bed, Regina writhed beneath Henry. She bit her bottom lip with a whimper, releasing it and sliding her tongue between her lips. Leaning up, she latched her mouth onto his shoulder, sucking the skin there.
Henry groaned quietly and nipped at the edge of her jaw, then pressed one long finger into her.
Pushing down onto his finger, Regina sucked harder on his shoulder. She quickly changed it to a bite, before saying, "More, baby… more please."
"Tell me what you want," Henry whispered, swallowing hard. "Tell me exactly what you want." He curled his finger, seeking and quickly finding the spot he'd read about.
"Another finger," she moaned, hips bucking when he worked at the special spot within her. "And more of that… and, clit…" she breathed, unable to string her words together properly because of his touch.
Immediately adding a second finger, Henry rocked his hand against her, not really thrusting, just giving friction. He curled his fingers alternately, making a walking motion against her inner walls. And, because his mouth was watering for the taste of her, he slid down her body and swiped his tongue over her clit, groaning at her taste.
"That's good," she encouraged, "that's so good, baby." Her body felt on fire, and she didn't even want to consider how he knew where to touch. Reaching one hand down, she ran her fingers through his hair, gently pushing her fingertips against his scalp.
Keeping the movement of his hand steady, Henry focused on her clit, licking and sucking and paying careful attention to her reactions to each move, focusing more and more on what he was discovering made her moan the loudest.
Surprised at how quickly her body was approaching a release, Regina rolled her hips against Henry's mouth. "Harder," she requested breathily. "Fuck me harder, Henry."
Henry found himself grinding his hips into the mattress and forcibly stopped, pulling his knees up under himself so he wouldn't be tempted, even though his cock ached with the need for release. Obeying the directive, he made his strokes firmer, curled his fingers harder, and grazed his teeth lightly against her clit, immediately soothing it with generous strokes of his tongue.
Whimpering consistently with Henry's movements, Regina felt her body nearing the edge. She dug her heels into the mattress, pushing her pussy more firmly against his face and continuing to roll her hips against his mouth.
With his free hand, Henry grabbed Regina's ass again, squeezing firmly. His fingertips followed the curve of her ass and ran down between the firm cheeks. One fingertip grazed the puckered opening there, slick with her dripping arousal.
The touch had her body reaching the edge, her muscles tensing, walls tightening around Henry's fingers and eyelids fluttering shut as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Regina's head jerked up at the peak of her orgasm, her body acting on its own and moving erratically. The hand that was tangled in Henry's hair pushed his head down, nails digging into his scalp as she rode out her orgasm against his face and into his hand.
Henry groaned against her, helping her draw out her orgasm. When she started to relax, he shot up, yanking his pants down to his knees and thrusting into her firmly. Her walls fluttered around him with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and it only took two hard thrusts before he was spilling himself into her.
When she could tell that he had come, Regina wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto her and kissing his shoulder, where she had left a mark.
Hooking his arms around her shoulders, Henry held her close to him, breathing into her neck and slowly relaxing, even as their bodies were still intimately connected.
"That was very good, sweetheart," she told him, wanting him to know that what he did was… good for a possible repeat in the future. Turning her neck, Regina rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck where her breath touched.
"So it was okay that I touched…?" Henry trailed off, not sure how to word his question without being crass.
"Yes… that was… yes, it was okay. Definitely do not do more than that, though, without checking first." She smiled against his neck, realizing that if this continued, it could be nice to teach someone exactly how to please her without having to deal with formerly ingrained habits.
Henry grinned, lifting his head and kissing her firmly. "Okay. Cool. Um…" coloring a little, he added, "if you ever wanted to… y'know, touch or something… that'd be okay, too."
"Okay, baby," Regina answered, her fingernails scratching the back of his head. "Can I suggest something without you taking offense?" She looked into his green eyes, so full of love and eagerness.
Frowning slightly and tilting his head, Henry said, "Of course." He knew he was inexperienced, that reading could only expand one's knowledge so much.
"Masturbation, at your age, is very helpful with longevity. The sensation won't be so new, and you'll be able to… well," dropping her tone, Regina breathed the last part seductively into his ear, "fuck me longer." She didn't want him to think it was a problem… he'd taken care of her both times they'd had sex, she just figured they'd be able to enjoy each other better if it was longer.
Henry blushed, mumbling, "Mom, if I jerked off any more, I think my dick'd fall off. I'm coming so fast because it's you, it's like… literally a fantasy come true."
"I see," she breathed. "Well… perhaps more practice, then." She found that it was much easier to stay in their fantasy bubble when they were in her bed, away from reality.
Grinning, Henry rolled over, pulling her with him so she was laying atop him. "I think that sounds like a really good idea."
"You do, do you?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. Pressing a soft kiss to his mouth, she smiled against his lips.
"Yep." Henry returned the kiss, nodding slightly. "You have really good ideas when you put your mind to it," he joked back.
"Oh… someone has a smart mouth," she answered. "Let's see what I can do to get it to stop talking." She snaked one hand between them, reaching between his legs and grasping his balls gently in her hand.
Groaning, Henry spread his legs a little, giving her more room. "Fuck, Mom…"
Shushing him, Regina said, "No talking." She lowered her mouth to his, sliding her tongue against his with ease as she massaged his balls with her fingers, stroking his cock with her thumb.
Henry returned the kiss eagerly, his hands moving back down to cup his mother's ass, having a not-so-new fascination with the firm curves of it.
Catching on quickly that her ass was likely his favorite part of her body, Regina teased him easily about it. "If you behave, I may let you fuck it one day, Henry," she breathed, grinding herself against his hardening cock.
Henry actually choked a little, and his cock immediately sprang to full attention. "Seriously?" he asked, his voice squeaking in a rather undignified manner.
Grinning, Regina nodded. "But you'll have to be good. We can discuss the terms later. For now…" she trailed off, pushing herself up to straddle him, standing on her knees so she could grip him between her legs. She guided his cock to her entrance, then lowered herself onto him, groaning as she rolled her hips against his.
"Fuck, you say you want me to last longer, and then tell me you might let me fuck your ass? That's a little mutually exclusive there, Mom." Henry's hips jerked upward as her heat enveloped him.
"Just concentrate on right now, and how long you want to fuck me, and think about that, baby," she answered, rolling her hips, pulling up and dropping back down onto his cock, over and over. She pressed her palms flat against his stomach, creating leverage as she was riding him.
Henry pressed his head back against the pillow, his gaze shifting back and forth between his mother's dark gaze, bare breasts, and where he could see her sinking down on his cock. Squeezing her ass again, he asked, "Could I maybe put my finger in your ass?"
"Lick your finger first, or use my wetness, never dry," she answered. Lowering herself against him to make it easier, she pressed a kiss to his chest.
"Yeah, I know that much," Henry mumbled. He moved his hand down, sliding his middle finger around where they were joined, coating it in her arousal before moving back up slightly and pressing the tip of his finger against her entrance, feeling it slowly stretch to accommodate him.
Moaning against his chest, Regina pressed another kiss there. "That feels good, you feel good, baby," she encouraged, finding a different way to move on him so she could kiss him more. Once she was repeatedly thrusting herself onto his cock, she lowered her mouth to his, running her tongue gently over his lips.
Henry returned the kiss a little distractedly, rocking his hand against her, a little enthralled by the feeling of his finger against the underside of his cock through her body. Feeling himself approaching the edge already, he gasped out, "Hang, hang on a second…" and reached between them, squeezing the base of his cock tightly to ward off his orgasm.
"Would you like to fuck me from behind?" she breathed against his lips.
"God yes," Henry groaned. His pulled his finger out of her and got to his knees as she arranged herself on all fours. He pressed into her with cock and finger at the same time, filling her in one move.
Rocking herself back against him, Regina balanced herself on one hand reaching around and taking Henry's free hand in her own. She brought it around her hip to her clit and held his hand in place, holding it as she had him beginning to rub circles against her.
"God, you're so hot," Henry muttered. It took him a minute to synchronize the movements of both hands and his hips, especially as he kept getting distracted looking down at his mother's ass. But he finally found a rhythm and worked her body with strong movements.
"There you go, baby, just like that." She continued rocking against him, pushing her ass hard into him each time she came back onto him. Regina kept her fingers weaved between his on her clit, working with him to build her finish.
Henry began muttering a steady stream of "fuck, Mom," and "oh god," his hips moving harder, the finger in her ass curling, stretching her.
Nearing another orgasm as well, Regina moaned as he pounded harder against her. "Yes Henry," she said, almost in a scream. "Fuck me as hard as you can." She quickened her pace on her clit, feeling the pressure building in her abdomen.
Actually growling at that, Henry took his hand from her clit, demanding, "Keep touching yourself." He twisted his finger in her ass, then pulled it out, spitting on his fingers, then carefully but firmly pressing two back into her'. Then he leaned over her body, bracing himself on his now-free arm, and slammed his hips against her.
After letting out a series of undignified noises, Regina gritted out his name as her pussy tightened around him and her body tensed. The only part of her still moving was her hand on her clit, the rest of her muscles seemingly locked in her peak. She whimpered when the tension faded away and the top half of her body sunk to the bed, leaving her ass in the air.
Henry barely managed to hold off his own climax, wanting to fully experience his mother coming on his cock. Once she'd gone limp, he leaned back again, removing his fingers and gripping her hips with both hands, pounding into her hard until he came with a shout, jerking against her.
Once Henry stopped moving against her, Regina slid her knees down, laying flat on her stomach on the bed. Exhausted and satisfied, she inhaled sharply, exhaling a pleased hum.
Rolling to the side and flopping down in one tired movement, Henry blinked at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. "Holy shit."
"Hmm… is that so?" Regina teased lightly, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Mm maybe more like holy fuck. I think I saw God."
Chuckling, Regina leaned over and kissed him gently. "It seems I need a shower," she stated, pushing herself off the bed and walking to her bathroom naked.
Lifting his head to watch her walk, Henry called after her, "Want company?" even as he jumped off the bed — needing a shower himself, anyway.
She turned the hot water on before moving back to the doorway, seeing him make his way toward her. "It looks to me like you aren't going to wait for my answer anyway, dear," she teased.
"Well, I guess I can always use the main shower," Henry said reluctantly. "I mean, if you're like, super self-conscious about bathing even though I just had my fingers in your ass while I fucked your brains out. Y'know."
"Oh darling… so feisty. Come on, then," she said, walking back into her bathroom and stepping into the shower.
Chuckling, Henry quickly joined her under the spray. "Thanks, Mom," he teased with a kiss to her cheek. "You're the best."
Facing the shower head, Regina leaned her back against Henry's chest, considering the guilt that was building within her again. She dropped her head back against his shoulder, breathing the steamy air in deeply.
Henry held her close for a long moment before tilting his head down to whisper in her ear, "I can hear you thinking."
"Is that so, dear?" she asked, holding his arms tighter around her.
"Yep," Henry affirmed. "You're thinking very loudly. Shhh."
Chuckling, Regina shook her head and pushed off him, turning and dropping her head back under the stream of water.
Henry grinned, pleased that he'd made her laugh. As he watched her under the spray of the shower, he asked, "Is there any time you don't look completely gorgeous? I mean really, Mom, it's a little ridiculous."
"Stop it," she laughed. "Hand me the shampoo." She pointed to a bottle behind him, smiling at his dopey grin.
Henry turned to grab the bottle, pouring some into his hand and turning back. "Turn around, lemme do it," he said authoritatively, but grinning.
Turning, Regina tilted her head back, letting Henry lather her shampoo into her hair. His fingers felt good, and she sighed because if she truly admitted it to herself, it all felt good, it just wouldn't look good on paper.
Henry worked his fingers gently through her hair, working the shampoo in and massaging her scalp at the same time. Then he turned her around her, so the water washed over her hair, his arms half around her as he rinsed her hair, running his fingers through it as he did to carefully remove knots and just enjoy the liquid silk feel of it.
Having had her eyes closed while he washed her hair, Regina opened them and her chocolate eyes caught his deep green. She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth, dropping her head and pressing her forehead there after. Regina looked at the shower floor, concentrating on the water as it swirled down the drain.
Sighing quietly, Henry wrapped his arms around her. "It'll be okay, you know," he said. "There isn't anything they can do."
Looking up and offering him a weak smile, Regina nodded. "Well, hopefully we won't have to deal with it for a long time." She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek back to his chest.
"I dunno," Henry replied slowly. "I think it'd be nice to be able to… I don't know, take you out. Go to Granny's together."
"Most certainly not until you're 18, Henry, absolutely not. And… we can go out together, you're my son, it's not going to look strange, you just can't kiss me or touch me the way you want to," she answered.
"You know that legal age is sixteen, right?" Henry asked, raising his eyebrows. "I mean… if any of this was going to get you in legal trouble, I wouldn't have started it. And I want to be able to kiss you or touch you in public. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it, you know?"
"Henry, I know. But… you're in Emma's legal care until you're 18, which means there is nothing stopping her from ripping you away from me if she finds out." Letting go of her hold around his waist, Regina reached up and cupped his cheeks. "Baby, I'm not ashamed of you… or this, either, but I think that Emma would take you away. And I don't think there's a person in this town who would stop her."
Henry's eyes darkened as he frowned. "She could try. Like I said, we could cross the town line if needed. I mean sure, Ma can, too, but the point is that anywhere she could try and take me, you could follow. Besides, I wouldn't let her take me away, anyway."
"We'll talk about this another time… but for now, this remains between us, so you understand?" she said, flinching at the sound of her own demand.
"I know," Henry sighed with a nod. "I just wish it didn't have to." He tilted his head down, kissing her slowly and lovingly.
Returning the kiss, grateful that he hadn't taken her tone to heart, Regina held his face, keeping him close to her. "Someday," she whispered, after pulling away from his kiss.
"I'm gonna hold you to that," he replied seriously. He understood her reticence, but he wasn't going to spend his whole life hiding this (hopefully lifelong) new relationship.
She nodded, "Like you said, we'll leave if we have to." Dropping her head, she placed feather light kisses on his chest and across his shoulders.
They stood in silence for a while, before Henry said, "We should finish up here and go to bed… I'm exhausted." He chuckled.
"Past your bedtime?" she teased, smiling at him and reaching around him to grab her body wash.
"Nah, I got really enthusiastically laid by a really hot woman," Henry teased back, nuzzling her neck.
"I see, well, I'm pretty sure said hot woman is pretty exhausted from your activities as well. Now, wash my back, dear." Handing him her body wash, she turned her back to him.
Grinning, Henry grabbed a poofy thing that hung on the shower rack and squeezed some body wash onto it, lathering it up and sliding it down her spine to the swell of her ass. "Jeez," he muttered under his breath, telling his cock to stop twitching in interest. He was too tired for a round three.
After Henry washed her back, she turned around, putting her hand out for her loofah.
He handed it over and raised his eyebrows, turning his back to her.
She scrubbed the loofah down his back, but when she got to his ass, she squeezed some wash into her hand and reached between his legs, touching his balls before pressing a finger to his puckered hole and running her hand over the rest of his ass. Pressing her front to his back, she leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Surprises are fun, aren't they?"
"Oh!" Henry exclaimed shakily, one hand shooting up to brace himself against the wall. "Yeah… yeah, surprises… fun, yeah…"
With a chuckle, she reached around and grabbed his dick, running her hands along it, cleaning thoroughly before doing the same with his balls. Telling him to turn around and hanging her loofah back up, Regina then slowly lathered soap down her torso. She ran her hands over her breasts tauntingly, teasing him.
Groaning as he watched her, hardening from the stimulation and the sight, Henry shook his head slightly. "Is it possible to die from being too horny?"
"Perhaps if you're horny for too long, by loss of blood to your brain cells," she joked. "I'm sorry, was I distracting you?" She turned, facing the shower and washing the soap off her body. Shifting to the side, Regina pulled Henry's arm, forcing him under the water. Dropping her teasing tone, she asked, "Do you want me to help you rinse off?"
Sleep could definitely wait, Henry decided. "Yeah, something like that," he chuckled, yanking her against him and kissing her deeply, his tongue pressing into her mouth to find hers.
Moaning into his mouth, Regina pushed her tongue against his, before closing her lips around his tongue and sucking it. There was something to be said about wakening the sex monster. She had gone a long time without it, but now she didn't want to stop. She dropped her hand down, wrapping her hand around his cock and squeezing gently, slowly pumping it in her fist.
"Shit, you're good at this," Henry groaned without quite realizing it. His experiences before her had been awkward groping and grinding with Ava, and now he was with a woman with literally more than three decades of sexual experience.
"Mmm, and don't you forget it," she joked, pulling him closer and pumping him harder. She leaned up to catch his lips in hers again, kissing him slowly.
"Not likely to happen," Henry replied with a happy moan, resting his hands on the wall on either side of her and leaning against her.
Stepping back so her back was against the shower wall, Regina pulled him against her, still holding and stroking his cock.
Henry leaned his weight against one hand, using the other to trail down his mother's body, ending between her thighs, cupping her sex.
With a moan, Regina bucked her hips forward, pushing herself into his touch. "You are too talented with your hands, Henry. It makes me very curious," she told him, cupping his neck and bringing his mouth down to meet hers.
He returned the kiss for a long moment before pulling back and answering, a little sheepishly, "I read a lot. And… I kinda drove to the next town a few months ago and bought one of those fake vagina things to practice?" Blushing brightly, he shrugged and swirled his fingertips around her clit.
"Oh?" she asked, jerking forward into his touch. Her pleasure only increased her grip on his cock and she stroked it head to base. "So tell me, how do you practice with it?"
"Ah, fuck," Henry hissed at the increased pressure. "Um, y'know… try stuff I read online and stuff. Imagine it's you."
"You are naughtier than I expected," she said seductively. She brought her free hand down and massaged his balls as she pumped his cock. "Tell me… in your fantasies, did you always come for me, too?"
"Always," Henry breathed with a nod. He shifted his hand back, sliding two fingers deep into her and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit.
Moaning at the welcome intrusion, Regina let some of her weight settle against his hand. "Good. Because you're gonna come for me tonight, and tomorrow and anytime I tell you to. Are we clear?" she asked, moving her hand faster and harder, pumping him with so much lust in her eyes.
Henry groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Definitely… yeah, all the time…" He matched her pace with his own hand, fingers thrusting and palm grinding.
"Now come for me, baby," she breathed against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip. She pumped a few more times, massaging his balls between her skillful fingers as she waited for him to obey.
It took a few seconds, but soon Henry was gasping and shuddering and coming against his mother's stomach and over her hand. His body felt heavy as he calmed and his head swam a little, although he did his best to keep up the rhythm of his hand.
"Good boy," she whispered against his mouth, not at all in a taunting manner. She was genuinely pleased with him. Feeling the touch of his hand between her legs, Regina rocked down against his hand, lowering her head to bite the nape of his neck.
Henry mumbled something unintelligible and shifted his weight to lean harder against the wall, moving his hand faster. "I want you to come for me, too, Mom," he murmured into her ear. "Come on my fingers… please? I wanna feel you come again."
Hearing the mix of him saying things that turned her on and calling her "mom" while he did so had a different effect on her than she expected. She felt herself nearing the edge, though, so she moved her hips harder against her son's hand. "Harder, Henry, please baby, fuck me harder," she begged.
Henry moved again, sliding his free arm around Regina's shoulders, holding her against him and hunching his body slightly to get better leverage with his hand, pounding his fingers into her as fast as he could. "That's it, Mom, come for me," he urged.
Her body felt like someone had dunked her in ice, her whole body overcome with a cooling sensation she couldn't remember ever feeling, but it was so good. Relaxing against him, she whimpered, her legs weak from her orgasm and her body still disoriented from the new sensation she had felt. Her body shook with random spasms as her aftershocks came slowly.
Slowing his movements to a stop, Henry kept his fingers inside her and peppered kisses over Regina's face and neck, murmuring "thank you's" and "you're so amazing's."
"Henry… thank you," she whispered against his skin. "Let's go to bed." She leaned against him for another minute, her knees still slightly weak. But eventually, she made it to her closet and pulled on a silk nightgown and climbed into her bed.
Henry barely managed to pull his pajama pants back on before collapsing in the bed as well, immediately rolling to his side and pulling his mother close to him. "I love you, Mom," he said through a yawn, eyes already closed.
"I love you, Henry," she answered easily, letting his warmth envelope her and falling asleep quickly.
