Consensual parent/child incest. Don't like it, don't read it.


By the time Henry and Regina returned to the mansion, it was late, they were stuffed with food, and utterly exhausted. Collapsing into bed after getting ready for sleep, they snuggled together. "So," Henry murmured around a yawn. "Get the impression that Grandma's trying to keep us apart?"

"You think?" Regina asked sarcastically, chuckling. "I think the intention was to wear us out as much as possible so we wouldn't have energy for anything else."

"Morning sex is good, too," Henry chuckled as well. "Yeah, she was pretty obvious about it. Poor Ma."

"I do feel a little bad for your mother, not your grandparents, though," Regina answered. "And… yes, morning is actually my favorite time for sex."

"Why's it your favorite time?" Henry asked curiously. "And why don't you feel bad for Gramps and Grandma?"

Humming, Regina moved closer against him. "Morning because I have a lot more energy and I'm a morning person in general. Plus it feels… sweeter. I never had day sex until I was here in Storybrooke, so it was different and a pleasant change. And as far as your grandparents go… well, maybe it's more Snow than David, but they're both very self righteous and forgive me for not feeling bad, at their expense, for being happy."

"Fair enough," Henry agreed. "I thought it was kinda funny, Grandma's reaction. Like, she kept insisting that we all spend the day together, but if you and I so much as looked at each other, she turned a little green."

"It will take them some time, and that's understandable. She didn't seem as upset with David after you guys talked," Regina observed.

"Yeah, I told her that it wasn't how I made it sound, that it's not like he was standing there staring forever. Plus, I pointed out that boobs are the Holy Grail to men. She said he's gonna sleep on the couch for a couple days, but that she's not mad at him."

"Good, that was good of you, darling," Regina smiled, then chuckling, added, "the Holy Grail, dear? And I thought you liked my ass best."

"I do," Henry nodded. "But boobs are like… I dunno, mesmerizing. I mean, they're the first sexual part of the body that a guy notices, and usually the first that we get to touch."

Regina chuckled, "I suppose you're right. Breasts can be quite attractive."

Henry's eyebrows rose. "Yeah? So… you ever been attracted to a woman?"

"Yes, does that surprise you?"

A slow grin spread across his face. "Not really… have you had sex with a woman before?"

Raising an eyebrow, Regina moved herself up his body so her face was hovering over his. "And what if I say yes?" she whispered seductively.

"You'd provide me with all sorts of fantasies… especially if you told me about it." He ran his hands up her back, pulling her nightie up until he could touch bare skin.

"I have been with many women. But my favorite… her name was Sarah. She had brown hair, light like yours. Her eyes were piercing, bright green, like emeralds. And she was a fantastic lover. She knew how to touch me until I couldn't take anymore. And I will say that I loved her breasts, her nipples were perfect and deliciously pink. Her skin was creamy, so pale but so smooth and unblemished."

"Mmm…" Henry's fingers flexed against her back, her words painting a picture in his mind. "Is she in Storybrooke?"

Regina frowned slightly and shook her head. "No, quite unfortunately. She didn't live after the King found out about us."

"I'm sorry," he said softly, rubbing her back. Then, getting back on track, asked, "Is there anyone here you have slept with?"

"Men, mostly. There may be a woman or two, though I haven't necessarily seen them around, just come across their names in paperwork," she answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Mental images," Henry grinned. "It's every guy's fantasy to watch two women together… or better yet, join two women."

"You better intend for them to stay mental images," Regina teased. "I don't share."

Smiling innocently, Henry suggested, "I can just watch. Or, oh, now there's a thought…" He lost himself for a moment, grinning goofily.

"What thought is that, darling?" Regina asked, moving herself onto him, grinding her hips against him, while his hands still touched the bare skin of her back.

Groaning quietly, Henry admitted, "Fucking you from behind while you eat out another woman."

"Oh? You want to share me with a woman?"

Henry frowned slightly. "You make it sound like I don't value you."

"No, that's not how I mean for it to sound, darling, I apologize. I'm just surprised is all. If it's something you're interested in, we could do it," she breathed against his lips.

"Really?" Swallowing hard, Henry slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her against his growing erection. "You would… you'd want to do that?"

"I told you, you just have to ask and I would do nearly anything you want," she answered with a grin.

"Nearly?" Henry tilted his head slightly, curiously. "What wouldn't you do?"

"I don't know for certain until we get to something I'm uncomfortable with."

"Fair enough. I guess the same goes for me," Henry agreed. "Except… nothing with another guy." He made a face. "Like… me and another guy. If I ever have a cock in my ass, I expect it'd be strapped around your hips."

"Very well," Regina said with a smirk. Sitting up, she straddled his hips and pushed down against his erection. "Maybe not so tired after all?"

"Looks like." Chuckling a bit, he squeezed her hips, then grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it up and over her head.

Regina moved off him, standing and pushing her panties off her hips and letting them fall to the floor. She knelt between Henry's legs and pulled his boxers off, gently biting the tip of his cock as she moved the piece of clothing past it.

"Fuck," Henry hissed, hips jerking. "Would you… suck my cock?" Stroking his fingers down her cheek, he added, "I really like watching your mouth."

Smiling, Regina lowered herself back to him, cupping his balls in one hand and wrapping the other around his cock. She puckered her mouth and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock before parting her lips and lowering her mouth down his length.

Reaching back, Henry grabbed his pillow and folded it in half to hold his head up better as he watched. "Lick it," he urged. "I wanna see my dick on your tongue."

Slowly pulling off his cock, Regina moved her mouth to give Henry the best view she could and licked a slow strip from the base to the tip of his cock, ending by flicking the tip a couple of times with her tongue, then she repeated the move back down to the base, licking between his balls as well.

"Fuck, you're hot," Henry groaned. "C'mere." He pushed the pillow away entirely, urging her up his body.

Regina moved fluidly over him, bringing her mouth to his in a searing kiss.

Henry returned the kiss for a moment, then continued to guide her forward. "Hold onto the headboard," he half-commanded.

Regina grabbed the headboard, causing her to shift a little more. Her knees were pressing into the bed on either side of his face, her pussy right above his mouth.

"Yeah, just like that," Henry encouraged, his hands cupping her hips and urging her to lower herself against his mouth. When smooth folds met his lips, he thrust his tongue in abruptly, flicking it back and forth inside her.

Moaning his name, Regina automatically responded to his mouth by grinding her hips into his face, stopping herself before letting too much weight push on him. "Sorry baby," she breathed.

"Take what you want," Henry mumbled against her, squeezing her hips and pulling her down more firmly against his mouth as he worked her tongue inside her.

"Fuck, Henry," she whimpered, letting her hips drop as she rolled them against his face.

Henry groaned, lips and tongue working in tandem, the scent and flavor of her filling his senses, intoxicating him.

Breathing heavily between whimpers and moans of his name, Regina moved faster as he worked, having failed at trying to keep a gentler pace, because it felt so good.

Mumbling encouragements into her pussy, Henry hooked his arms around her thighs and abruptly and firmly pulled her down onto his mouth.

"Baby, yes," she moaned, rolling harder against him. She snaked one hand down, pushing her fingertips to her clit and started rubbing quick circles.

Henry growled and alternated curling his tongue inside her and straightening it to reach as far as he could.

"Fuck yes," Regina said, her voice changing almost to a yelp. As Henry worked her inside and she worked her own clit, she felt herself tightening, her body clenching around his tongue.

Pulling back just long enough to speak, Henry demanded, "Look at me," before going back to her pussy and doubling his efforts.

Looking down between her legs, she could just barely see Henry's eyes looking at her. She whimpered twice more before she was pushed completely over the edge, hardly rocking against him anymore and collapsing against the headboard.

Henry continued to lap at her, gathering her wetness on his tongue, the taste addicting.

Not wanting to move, but wanting more of Henry, Regina pushed herself off of him, moving to her back beside him. She pulled on him, helping him to cover her. "Fuck me, baby, please?"

"Always," Henry groaned, propping himself up over her and guiding himself to her entrance, sinking into her quickly. He lowered himself so his forearms held his weight, his body pressed to hers, and began to roll his hips.

Regina moved her hips to meet his, her hands on his shoulders, touching him softly and she reached her mouth up to meet his. Her own taste on his mouth was erotic and had her more turned on than she thought possible.

"Love you," Henry managed as he fucked her, his movements restrained, but hard, each thrust seating him inside her firmly.

"I love you, too," Regina breathed out. Kissing his mouth again quickly, Regina pushed him back, pressing her feet to his chest and changing the angle so his cock hit her special spot each time he thrust into her. "Harder, baby. Please?"

Henry followed the directive, grabbing his mother's ass and pounding into her, groaning at her tight heat surrounding him, something he would never get tired of.

Letting out an undignified grunt, Regina's breath hitched, already incredible close. "Henry, I'm getting close, do… do you need me to hold on longer?"

"Wait…" Henry panted, speeding up and focusing more on his pleasure to catch up. "Wanna come… together."

"Just tell me when, baby," she agreed, focusing on clenching her muscles around him to tighten the pressure. "Fuck me, come on, Henry, come for me, baby."

Henry grit his teeth, all his focus on fucking his mother as hard and fast as he could. He could feel the tightening at the base of his spine and his thrusts started to become erratic. "Come, Mom," he managed.

Regina relaxed her muscles, letting him pound into her spot a couple more times before her body was tensing again, fluid gushing out to meet his cock and dampen the sheets beneath them. "Fuck!" she cried out, her entire body went limp and weak, and she realized that it was the second time in the month with Henry that it had happened.

As soon as she clenched around him, Henry released, groaning loudly as he filled her. Slowly, he relaxed, blinking at her with a dazed expression. He looked down to where they were joined, then grinned slowly. "Damn."

"I don't feel like changing the sheets tonight, let's go sleep in your bed," Regina said sleepily, far more tired than she'd been before her orgasms.

"Mmkay," Henry agreed, yawning and reluctantly pulling away. He scooped Regina up in his arms, not bothering with their underwear, and carried her down the hall to curl up under the blankets of his bed.

"You didn't have to carry me, baby," she teased, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"Wanted to. Shhh sleep now." Henry wrapped himself around her comfortably, a small smile on his lips as he quickly fell asleep.

Regina followed shortly after, curled against him and warm with the pressure of his body. She didn't realize that neither of them grabbed their phones, and she fell asleep hoping there wouldn't be any emergencies throughout the night.

The first thing Henry was aware of as he was dragged from slumber was that he was being left in the bed. "Nnnn," he wrapped his arm around Regina's waist, pulling her back against him. Obnoxious knocking and ringing of the doorbell filtered into his awareness and he groaned.

"Gotta get it, let me up," Regina muttered, pushing out of his embrace. She looked around for her clothes and realized they hadn't slept in her room. The incessant knocking was driving her crazy, so instead of going to grab her own clothes, she pulled open Henry's top drawer, sliding a pair of his boxers over her hips. Regina then opened the second drawer and pulled on a plain black t-shirt that was way too big for her. Padding down the stairs, Regina walked to the door and pulled it open, sighing at who she saw.

"You didn't answer your phone," Snow said, as if that completely explained her incessant knocking and ringing of the bell at seven in the morning. Her gaze flitted over Regina's body and her lips pursed, disapproval evident.

"Some people sleep in on the weekends, Snow, and I don't keep my phone bedside when I don't have to." With a heavy sigh, she offered entrance to the other woman.

"I came to invite you to breakfast," Snow announced, completely glossing over everything Regina had just said. "Neal had so much fun yesterday, I thought we could do it again."

"Breakfast, Snow, or all day?" Regina asked groggily, motioning for the other woman to follow her into the kitchen. Starting a pot of coffee, she turned to hear the other woman out.

"Well, we can start with breakfast and see where it goes," Snow said brightly, leaning against the counter.

"Sure, thank you for the invite. We'll be along to meet you at Granny's by 8."

Snow's smile faltered. "Oh, well, I thought since I'm already here, you could just ride with me."

A groggy voice sounded from upstairs, "Mom, stop making coffee and come back to bed… 'M tired."

Snow, true to the name the curse had given her, blanched.

"Henry, go take a shower," Regina called. "We're going to breakfast soon." Turning back to Snow, she smiled weakly. "We were too exhausted last night for either of us to shower, and it was a long and busy day, we both need to shower and I need to drink coffee to wake up and properly deal with people." Sighing, Regina caught the uncomfortable expression on the other woman. "But, if you want to stay and wait for us, feel free. You can have a cup of coffee while you wait." She poured herself a cup and carried it upstairs, not bothering to see if Snow was going to wait.

"Seriously, we're going out?" Henry asked when she came into view. He paused then, and looked her up and down. "You look really good in my clothes."

Smiling, Regina pushed him toward the main bathroom in the hallway. "Go shower, get ready, on your own today, your grandmother is downstairs."

Henry groaned. "You're kidding." He knew she wasn't. She wouldn't make him shower alone if there wasn't someone downstairs. "Dammit." Grabbing her coffee, he swigged a mouthful before handing it back. "I think I hate our family."

"Someone is finally on my side, only many years too late and when it isn't really my side anymore," she laughed. "Be quick," she added, dropping her voice low and pressing a hand to his chest. "And I'll be showering in my bathroom while you are, so use that information however you want." Pulling away, she sauntered into her room, shutting the door and getting herself showered and ready.

"I definitely hate our family," Henry nodded to himself, stumbling into the bathroom and getting ready.

After breakfast and spending time at the playground, and lunch at Snow and David's, Henry text Regina that he was going to get them out of the rest of the day. Snow had reluctantly let them go, only when Henry mentioned his homework, and after trying to convince Regina to stay out. She made up the excuse of needing to be sharp for a morning meeting, and was finally released. Regina was cooking dinner while Henry sat at the island, keeping her company.

"I wonder how long she's gonna drag us out everywhere," Henry said, his chin propped up on one fist. "And I bet you anything you're not going to see any of them during my week at Ma's."

"My guess is until you're 18, and no, I probably won't see any of them while you're with Emma. Not that I'll miss any of them except Neal." Stirring the food, Regina faced Henry a moment. "Saturday breakfasts are a weekly thing, though, so will you ask your mother if I'm allowed or if I'm not, as part of your punishment."

"Yeah. I'll ask her tomorrow and text you and let you know. Chances are she's not gonna let me call you." Henry rolled his eyes. "It's stupid, being punished for this. We're not doing anything wrong. And it's not like not seeing you every other week is going to make me not want to be with you."

"I know, darling. And just so you know, I pay your cellphone bill; she has no control over that. Even if she says you can't call me, don't be rude, simply tell her that she can't take it away." she pointed out.

"And next thing you know, my phone's locked in her gun safe," Henry said wryly. "I want to cooperate and make this easier, I do, but… it's all so stupid."

"If she takes your phone and locks it up, you use one at school and let me know, and I'll deal with it." Regina sighed and walked to where he was sitting, taking his chin in her hand and turning it to face her. "You are still mine, too, and if she wants to make it an issue, she can discuss it with me."

Henry smiled and leaned over to kiss her. "Okay," he agreed. Then, with a bit of a chuckle, he added, "I am kind of curious what she would come up with if I disobeyed the new rules, though. Apparently all of this is her being nice."

"It is, darling, trust me. Be reasonable, okay? For me?" she asked, turning his chair to face her and stepping between his legs, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him sweetly, pulling away after a moment to check the pan on the stove.

Henry nodded, promising, "I will. I know that if I get her mad, it's not just me that suffers, but you, too, and I don't want that."

"A week at a time will be long enough without you, I don't want to deal with more than that, darling."

"Definitely not," Henry agreed. "I don't want to go any longer than I have to without seeing you."

Finishing up dinner, Regina grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of white wine and made them both plates. She set their plates on the island, realizing they hardly used the dining room anymore.

They chatted idly as they ate, and once they were finished, Henry said, "Not to keep bringing up frustrating subjects, but… there is one thing that, if it happens, I'm coming back here, whether it's Ma's week or not."

Humming, Regina raised an eyebrow, saying, "And what is that, sweetheart?"

"If she gets drunk again," Henry stated. "I mean, I know she's an adult, and I'm old enough to take care of myself, et cetera, I just don't want to put up with that. And I don't really think she will, but I'm just putting it out there, that if she does."

"Does that mean that if I get drunk, you'll leave here to go stay with her?" Regina teased, filling her now empty wine glass again.

"Yeah, you're a fun drunk," Henry laughed. "Last time you were drunk, I fucked you against the wall of your study. Last time Ma got drunk, she lectured me on how fucked up I am, so…"

"I see," she answered back. "Well, I don't intend to get drunk anyway. And I do understand where you're coming from, and should the circumstance arise, you can absolutely come back home."

Henry smiled, then stood to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "Good. And now calculus calls." He sighed, making a face.

"Do try to hurry, darling. I won't see you for a week after tomorrow morning, I wouldn't mind taking advantage of the night," she teased, kissing him quickly.

"With incentive like that? I'll be The Flash of math." He stopped to pull her into a deep kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue before regretfully pulling away. "Right… calc. Okay." Backing out of the kitchen with a bit of a grin, Henry then turned and jogged up the stairs to his room and the waiting homework.

Heading to her office, Regina sat at her desk and started to finish paperwork she had brought home with her Friday night. After the interruption in her work day by Emma, she hadn't quite completed what she had needed done. She turned a CD on low and settled into looking through documents.