AN: Just porn. Porn everywhere.

Regina had just finished putting on her make-up, dressed and ready to go to work, when she noticed Henry standing in the door way of her bedroom. His eyes on her were dark, and after considering him for a moment, she shook her head and looked away.

"No." She said, with a stern tone.

"Oh come on, you still have a half an hour before you have to leave." He wined, walking into her room, eyes scanning over her.

"And I just did my make-up, so no." His arms went around her waist anyway, causing her to roll her eyes at his insistence.

"I have a solution for that." Henry whispered, his voice sounding thick, and it started to cause knots in her stomach to coil tighter.

"And what's that?"

He leaned to brush his lips against her ear.

"Let me touch you." She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lungs at his words, while his lips started to move down her neck, kissing lightly. "I know you want me to." His hands moved up to brush against her breasts before starting to unbutton her blouse. "I just want to make you feel good, Mom." Once her shirt was open and untucked, he leaned down more to kiss over the top of her breasts, his hands pushing against them over her bra. His words were making her dizzy along with his actions, and she moaned when he pulled the cup of her bra down and attached his lips to her nipple. Her hands went to his hair, gripping and pulling him closer.

After a moment, he broke away breathing heavy.

"I want to see the look on your face when you come for me."

That set her nerves on fire and she felt herself clench at the words, but it also sobered her a little. Because there was a difference between her just pleasuring him, and her getting pleasure from this. She knew she did, but to actually have him bring her to a climax brought about a truth to this she wasn't willing to face, not through the layered webs of denial she had placed throughout her mind.

She pulled him up to look at her, the lust heavy in the air between them.

"I'm just…I'm not ready for that. Not yet." She looked at his face carefully, making sure his words didn't hurt him, but he only nodded slowly and looked understanding.

"It's okay." He said, then after a moment, his plotting mind grew mischievous. "We can work around it." She narrowed her eyes at his words as he maneuvered them both to the edge of the bed. Her focus on it started to break apart though, when his mouth went back her chest. Henry's hands reached around her back, unsnapping the bra, so that it loosened enough for him to push the material up. One hand cupped her breast as his mouth once again wrapped around her nipple, sucking and pulling gently at it with his teeth. His hands moved down to cup her ass and rolled her hips into his thigh, her skirt bunched up at her hips with the action, and it caused her to groan at the overload of sensation, feeling his erection pressing against her hip. He broke away breathless once more and told her to lie down on the bed.

Regina sat at the edge instead, quickly moving to the button of his jeans, and he let her unzip them, pulling him out of the confined denim. But only after a few strokes, and quick jerk of his hips, he stopped her movements gently. Pulling her hands away from him and telling her again to lie down. She hesitated for a moment, before scooting back on the mattress to rest her head on the pillows.

Henry climbed onto the bed after her, leaving his jeans undone and his erection bobbed a bit at the movements. He settled into a kneeling position between her thighs, and reached to push her skirt up around her waist. That caused her to tense, fear washing through her as she quickly grabbed his wrists.

"What are you doing?" She didn't mean to have so much fear in her voice when she said it, and he looked at her with a soft and serious expression.

"I won't touch you, I swear." She relaxed a bit at his words, but still held onto his wrists. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes…" The answer was quiet, and not very convincing, but she let go of him regardless, leaning back onto the bed and gained more confidence in her words with a small smile. "Yes, of course."

Henry smiled before continuing to push her skirt up, until she was bared before him in only a flimsy pair of black lace underwear, which caused him to moan openly at the sight, enjoying it for a moment until he leaned down over her, lips attaching to her neck. It was the instinctual reaction to arch into the kiss on her pulse point, her hips pushing up as well and moving against his erection. They both gasped at the feeling, because there was barely anything separating them, and she thought for a moment that he would use it to his advantage, pushing against her more, grinding against her for his release, but he didn't. He pulled his hips away slightly, and Regina practically whimpered at the loss.

"You're so beautiful." He started to whisper against her neck, one hand moving to her breast, as the other pushed into the mattress, holding him up over her. "And I love you so much." She closed her eyes against the pressure building at his words. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her hardened nipple, leaning down to swipe his tongue over it quick before sitting up between her legs.

Regina's eyes moved to watch Henry stroke himself, slow and with a steady pace, looking down at her, and causing her to feel a bit of lacking.

"I can do that." She almost whispered, hoping it didn't sound needy.

"I was hoping, well…Could you touch yourself? Just to get me off." She chewed the inside of her cheeks at his request, because she was already so wet, and even if it was for show, she wasn't sure if she would outlast him. "It's kind of a fantasy of mine." He said sheepishly, breathing labored, and hand moving a little faster.

Her hand moved down between her legs, under the thin lace and sliding into her folds. She wasn't wet. She was soaked. He must have been able to tell, he certainly knew now, with the way she sucked in a sharp breath when her fingers pushed against her clit. The soft clicking sounds of moisture as she rubbed small circles against the small bundle of nerves.

His free hand rested next to her shoulder as he leaned over her once more, not close enough for his body to be touching hers, even as she arched her back towards him.

"You're so wet." He whispered, his voice strained and eyes too intense for her to match, so she looked up at the ceiling. "That's all for me, isn't it?" She moaned quietly, and even more quietly she said; Yes. "Do you do this when I'm not here?" Yes. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" Her hips started moving against her hand, as her eyes started to shut. "Look at me." She followed his gentle order, and those dark eyes made it hard to breath. "Say it. Say you want to fuck me."

"I want to fuck you." The words barely came out through a moan, and it caused him to actually growl, quickly sitting up again, and she missed the heat of his body already.

"Take them off. Let me see you." His voice was rough, the arousal starting to consume them both, because she barely even hesitated before she was quickly pulling her fingers away to push her underwear down her thighs. With Henry's kneeling position though, they don't go far, just a little past her thighs, but neither one of them cared at the moment, while she resumed her movements between her legs. Her eyes watched his strokes get faster, his hips jerking with the movements. She watched how close he was to her, how his penis was barely an inch away from where her fingers were rubbing furiously. Then, with a gentle and involuntary thrust, it caused the head of his cock to brush against her entrance. Both of them moaned at the sight and feeling, her fingers rubbed faster against her clit, his strokes grew more frantic. He didn't move his hips back, just the tip teasing her folds, the head of his penis collecting some moisture at how incredibly wet she was. Their eyes were glued to the sight, and all she wanted—God, all she wanted to do was fuck him. To just thrust her hips forward and pull him deep inside her, to just engulf his cock and let him pound into her so hard it hurt. She wanted it so badly, and she was so close to doing it—so close to coming.

Then suddenly, she saw him pull back a little, his strokes slowed to a near stop and squeezed as he came. Three generous squirts of white landed almost perfectly on her pussy, right below where her fingers were suddenly working twice as quick at the action. His come soaked a little into the skin of her folds, and started to trail down slowly to her ass, settling along the puckered hole.

She was so close, and in a dizzied moment of delusional arousal, she pushed two fingers inside herself, collecting most of his come on her fingers before they entered her soaked cunt.

"Fuck." His groaned cursed was barely recognized to her, and Regina could barely keep her eyes open as she was grinding her palm against her clit, moving her fingers slowly, just to feel them inside her. In a moment, his mouth was against her ear.

"My come's inside you." She was rolling her hips, over and over, "You're going to work today with my come inside you, Mom." She cried out at his dark words and voice practically growling at her. "You're going to think about me in all your meetings," He pulled at her nipple, gripping the sensitive flesh between two of his knuckles, using a slightly rough force. "I'm going to be dripping down your thighs."

Her body started to shake.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you next time."

It shouldn't have been what sent her over the edge, his filthy and borderline cruel words, and it just proved how sick she actually was. But he was just as bad, so at least she wasn't alone. She had him. That was all she needed.

Once she took far too long to catch her breath, sweat drying on her skin and lungs slowing it's breathing, she felt him slowly pull up the underwear that had been pushed down to her knees. When he adjusted them back on her just right, his hand cupped her sex, squeezing and causing her to gasp. Henry leaned over her and looked in his mother's eyes.

"All day." He stated simply, squeezing once more until the combined efforts of both their climaxes started to soak through the lace material. Regina groaned before he captured her lips with his in a sloppy and slow kiss, full of tongue and teeth and lasting long enough for their lungs to burn from the need to breath.

When he pulled away, she saw the red of her lipstick smeared lightly on his mouth and sighed, knowing she was going to have to redo her make up.