A few weeks later, Henry's mothers noticed his melancholy demeanor as soon as he walked through the front door into the kitchen.

"What's the matter, love?" Regina asked, hurrying over to him.

Regina put her hand on his arm and looked at him with concern.

"It's nothing," the young man mumbled.

"No, come on," Emma pressed. "Tell us. What's going on?"

"I just… I have to go back to school soon…"

"Oh, darling," Regina sighed, stroking his hair and kissing his neck. "It'll be alright. You'll be home for Thanksgiving break before you know it."

"But that's so far away!" Henry whined loudly, dropping down onto a stool.

"Well, summer's not over yet. We've still got two weeks," Emma assured him, taking his hand.

"I don't wanna go."

"Henry Daniel," the brunette woman said, her voice becoming stern. "You sound like a five-year-old. Now, stop pouting and go clean up for dinner."

Her expression changed quickly when Henry started to cry, his chest heaving and shaking with every sob.

"It's alright, baby boy," Regina said softly, stroking his hair again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I just want you to—"

"Mumma," Henry whimpered helplessly. "Don't make me go."

With a sigh, Emma began to rub his back slowly as she whispered, "We'll come visit you as often as you want."

Sniffling, Henry looked up and asked, "Really?"

"Yes, darling," Regina told him. "Any time you want. And you're in a single room this year, so you won't have a roommate…"

Henry hadn't really considered this yet, so the thought relieved him slightly, but still, the thought of being away from home made his stomach churn.

"I promise you that everything will be okay," Emma said firmly. "No matter what."

"Will you stay with me the first night?" Henry asked, his voice small and weak as he reached up to wipe his eyes.

"Of course," his mothers said in unison.

They all had dinner at the dining hall together on move-in day. Henry still appeared sullen and withdrawn, even as his mothers tried desperately to cheer him up. When they got back to Henry's room in the dorm, he pulled up two chairs and gestured for them to sit.

"Sorry I don't have anything more comfortable," Henry mumbled, sitting down on his bed.

Both women smiled and refused to sit in the chairs, each taking a seat beside him on the bed instead.

"It's perfectly alright, love," Regina told him, kissing his cheek softly.

She lingered there for a moment, taking in his unmistakable scent, suddenly feeling the same wave of sadness as her son. The sense of loss was there. The mansion simply wasn't a home without him. But they still had one more night together before they had to part, and Regina promised herself she would treasure it.

As if reading her wife's mind, Emma spoke up, saying, "We're going to miss you too, champ."

"Mum," he wailed, bursting into tears. "Don't leave me."

"Baby boy, you have to do this. Your education is important, and—"

But Henry cut Regina off, telling her, "I hate it here! I just want to go home!"

"You don't hate it here, Henry," Regina corrected him sternly. "You hate being away from home. It's not the same thing. You excel at school, and you've made lots of friends here. You just… have a little…"

When her wife trailed off, Emma cleared her throat and spoke up again, finishing, "Separation anxiety."

Henry lifted his gaze, looking slightly shocked, unsure if he should be offended or embarrassed.

"But I think we do too, to be honest," the blonde quickly added. "We miss you just as much. I promise you that."

"Really?" he whimpered, looking sadly into her eyes.

As Emma nodded, Henry leaned in to kiss her, and when she saw him move closer, she cupped the back of his neck and smoothed his hair. Their lips touched slowly, and the kiss lasted quite some time before Henry pulled away to turn to Regina and repeat the action with her. When he pulled away, she smiled at him.

"There. See? It'll be alright, my love."

"It's not alright," he huffed in protest, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't pout," Emma scolded him. Then, he scowled at her, so she added, "Behave yourself, Henry Daniel."

He stuck his bottom lip out, but fell into silence, so Emma and Regina both began to rub his back lightly. This continued until Henry's tears dried, at which time Regina slowly slipped her hand up under the back of Henry's shirt. Both women could feel him shiver beneath the cool touch of her fingers on his skin, and Emma's hand quickly joined her wife's under the fabric.

"Can… Can I…" Henry started to ask, but found the words sticking like peanut butter in his throat.

They knew what he wanted and both offered him an encouraging smile and a nod.

After jointly pulling their son's shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor, they each pushed on one of his shoulders to gently lean him back against the pillows on his bed. One on either side of him, the women then slowly worked their hands over his chest and abdomen, rubbing him softly. By the time Emma carefully pinched his left nipple, Henry's breathing had become heavy, and he jolted at the sharp, sudden burst of stimulation.

"Easy, baby," Regina whispered, stroking his hair.

Emma was smiling warmly at him as she reached over to rub his other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, Regina's hands were moving south, to their son's belt buckle, which she unclasped expertly. She'd had plenty of practice by now.

Henry whimpered when Emma pinched both of his nipples at the same time, hard enough to send a shock down through his spine, but not hard enough to hurt. She knew his nipples were sensitive, and she didn't want to overwhelm him, so she played it safe by only squeezing lightly.

"Bubby?" Regina asked softly, rubbing her palm over the skin of Henry's abdomen, just above the button of his jeans.

She was asking for permission, so Henry nodded eagerly.

Regina responded by undoing the button of his jeans, then pulling down the zipper. When her hands brushed the crotch of his pants, she could feel his length, half-hard beneath her touch. But as Henry reached out to try to push Regina's skirt up, she pushed his hands away.

"No, honey. Tonight is about you."

"All about you," Emma chimed in, pressing her lips to his forehead.

He blushed, watching as Regina slowly tugged his jeans down and off his legs, leaving him only in his socks and boxers.

"Socks off," Regina announced, removing those next.

Henry personally liked them on, preferring his feet to be kept warm, but Regina found it, 'weird." Emma had no preference either way. What she cared about was the glory of the organ between his legs.

Carefully, Emma brushed her palms over the crotch of Henry's boxers, which had formed into a tent where his length was starting to strain against the fabric.

"Mum," he sighed, gripping the sheets as his mother rubbed her hands harder against the tight fabric.

As soon as Emma pulled her hands away, Regina moved in and gripped his length carefully through his boxers, simply holding it in her hand. It grew from her abrupt and welcome touch.

"Such a big boy," Regina cooed, smiling down proudly at her son.

Henry loved this particular compliment, but it made him blush, so he looked away. Emma caught his lips though and kissed him softly, sucking his lower lip between her teeth. When he moaned softly into the kiss, Regina began to slide Henry's boxers down, revealing a small amount of his length at a time. It seemed to go on forever.

Finally, the young man's erection sprung free, large and prominent, begging to be touched.

"Oh, Henry," Emma sighed. "You never cease to amaze me."

Regina hummed in agreement before reaching for him and pulling lightly on his engorged member.

"Mumma," Henry whimpered, feeling the warmth of her hand stroking him.

"Yes, baby boy," she answered softly. "Tell us what you need."

In response, Henry shifted so that he was sitting up, then surprised them both by crawling into Emma's lap. He pushed her shirt up slightly to urge her to remove it, and she obeyed the silent request as Regina watched. When her chest was fully bare, Henry leaned back until Emma was cradling him, one arm behind his back and one under the backs of his knees. He leaned in as soon as she assumed this position, his mouth latching onto his mother's pert nipple.

Emma gasped, feeling the heat of his mouth on her body, but she stayed still, knowing this was his favorite bedroom activity, and knowing that it would calm him. Regina was quickly distracted from the beautiful sight when Henry's hand took hers and guided it back to his length. She obliged his silent request, as her wife had done, and began to stroke him lazily, squeezing the head of his penis each time she reached it, which made his body convulse subtly. Soon, he was whimpering loudly, but still nursing Emma's nipple, making it grow harder in his mouth. At that point, Regina sped up her movements slightly, sensing how worked up he was becoming and wanting to bring him to orgasm. But he took her hand and slowed its pace, moving it back to a slow, steady stroke, and lifted his hips slightly to push himself into her hand as she worked it along his length.

This told them both that they needed to make it last. He wasn't ready to be done, but his body was nearing its limits, and both women knew it.

"It's alright, baby," Emma cooed, kissing the top of his head as he sucked. "We can go again as soon as you're ready. You can let go."

"Mumma," he mumbled, mouth against Emma's nipple, when he realized he could no longer hold in his impending orgasm.

His hips betrayed him as he latched back on to the blonde's nipple, bucking up against Regina's hand. Knowing his wish would be to draw this out, the brunette kept pumping him steadily, maintaining her pace, even as his body tried to thrust his cock wildly into her hand. This served to slow his orgasm, and his seed sputtered from the head of his cock in bursts, splashing onto Regina's hand as well as his abdomen.

"Mumma!" Henry cried, as the last of him was emptied, his body shaking from the long orgasm he'd just been given.

"Good boy," Regina purred, pushing his hair back. "Good boy."

Of course, Henry loved the sound of this, the praise given by his mothers, and he hummed happily in reply as his head fell against Emma's breast, resting there. His eyes fell shut for a moment before he readjusted himself, once again taking the blonde's nipple into his mouth and nursing it gently. Emma shivered at the sensation of his mouth on her breast, as she always did in response to his touch, and carefully stroked his hair. Henry continued to let out soft coos of satisfaction as his right hand gently fondled the breast his mouth was not attached to.

As sexually uncomfortable as she was becoming, Emma was determined to relax and simply enjoy the show as her son indulged in their most intimate contact and her wife continued to pleasure him. Regina watched the pair with a smile as she slid her palms over the tops of Henry's thighs, then the insides. When he hummed once more, pleased with the warm sensation of her touch, the brunette slowly moved her hand behind his length and dusted his balls with her fingertips. This turned his satisfied hum into a pleasured whimper.

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but at the very same moment, Henry began to suck just slightly harder, enough to make the woman's body jolt with pleasure.

When Regina saw that her wife was unable to express her thoughts, she asked her son, "Again, bubby?" as she rubbed his sensitive balls with the palm of her hand.

He only let go of his mother's breast long enough to offer a nod before resuming his occupation. He loved the sound of Emma's heartbeat thrumming near his cheek, and it made him feel even closer to her. These were the moments where he knew he was in love with them. The moments where he knew he could be himself and not be judged. The moments where he knew he could never let them go.

"Alright, darling," Regina cooed. "We'll go slow."

She took her time playing with his balls, and every now and then, he would bite down gently on Emma's nipple as his body responded. A few times, his hips bucked, and as Regina stroked the soft skin of the sensitive organs, he began to grow hard again.

"Do you want to switch?" Regina asked her wife and son.

Emma looked to Henry for the answer, and he detached, nodding. It took them a moment to change places, but as soon as he was in the position, the young man wasted no time latching on to Regina's breast. Emma, on the other hand, took her time, slowly and carefully teasing the organs between her son's legs. First, she stroked his balls, then gently rubbed the palm of her hand along the length of his growing erection, until he let out several muffled whimpers.

As Emma's fingertips danced teasingly around his most sensitive area, Henry let out a frustrated whine of protest. He wanted to draw it out, yes, but this was just painful. His mothers smiled at this, and Emma obliged his wordless protest by gripping the base of him softly in her hand, then stroking to the tip, making his hips buck again.

"Oh, Henry," she sighed. "Such a beautiful boy."

"Mmm," Regina agreed, rubbing her thumb over his warm cheek.

Just as Henry's hips began to stutter, the blonde surprised him by leaning in and covering his length with her mouth, gliding her tongue expertly along the bottom of his shaft.

"Ma!" he cried out, hips jerking forward, making the head of his cock thrust against the back of his mother's welcoming throat.

She hummed around his length, knowing exactly what this would do to him, and he bucked again, quite involuntarily. This action was repeated several times as Henry resumed his treasured practice of nursing Regina's breast, until the young man's mouth fell open and he nearly screamed. No sound escaped, however, and for the first time, his orgasm ripped through him with a loud gasp, rather than a low groan. Emma swallowed every drop of him hungrily, licking her lips as she pulled off of him.

Henry felt he might pass out from the sight of it, and the sensational euphoria of his orgasm, and both women could tell that he was more than spent. Therefore, Regina carefully leaned him back against his pillows and wiggled out from under him, then curled against his side. Emma joined them, resting her head on her son's chest as he fell asleep almost instantly.

"Good morning, my prince," Regina cooed softly, when Henry's eyes fluttered open the next morning.

To her surprise, he began to cry almost instantly.

"What's the matter, bubby?" she asked quietly, not wanting to wake her sleeping wife.

"Bad dream," he whimpered, groping for his mother, who quickly wrapped her arms around him.

"What happened, angel?"

"You left me," Henry sobbed. "You both left, and I couldn't… I couldn't find you, and—"

"Oh, darling. We would never leave you."

Regina's gentle smile calmed Henry slightly, but the pain and vividness of the dream made his chest clench and his heart freeze. It had all been so real. He had lost them.

"Henry," Regina said, her voice slightly firmer. "You are not going to lose us. We will always be here for you, my love. Always."

He nodded slowly, but was unconvinced.

"Henry."

"But what if you get tired of me!" Henry cried. "What if I'm boring and I can't make you happy anymore! What if I can't please you anymore?"

"Oh, darling… My sweet, sweet prince. My handsome man. Nothing could ever make us grow tired of you. Nothing could ever make us find you boring. And your mother would tell you the same."

They both looked over at Emma then, watching as she slept peacefully beside them.

"Wake her up and ask," Regina told her son, nodding towards her wife.

At first, he shook his head, but when Regina nodded firmly, he obeyed, gently nudging Emma's shoulders.

"Hmm?" she asked, looking over at him sleepily with tired eyes. "You okay, bub? Why are you crying? What happened?"

"Our son had a very bad dream," Regina explained, "about us leaving him."

"Oh, kiddo. We could never leave you."

"Told you," Regina teased, smiling at her son and stroking his hair, then rubbing her thumb along his jaw, playing with the stubble there.

"Are you s-sure?" Henry sniffled.

His mothers nodded in unison.

"You're so afraid of losing us," Emma commented. "We've had this talk so many times, Hen. You're our whole world. You always have been, and you always will be."

Henry looked sad, but nodded his head before both women began to stroke his hair and face.

"We love you, darling," Regina told him softly, kissing his forehead. "So much."

Then, Emma leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to Henry's lips. He kissed back her back fully, savoring her taste, knowing he would not experience it again for quite some time. Longer than he was comfortable going without it.

They said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and as the women drove away, they were both silent for quite some time. About an hour into the drive, Regina looked over at her wife.

"I think he's worried that he's going to bore us in the bedroom," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't know how to explain to him that he's the only man we could ever want. I don't know how to make him understand."

"Neither do I, babe. But we'll figure something out."