Henry found a "real" job faster than any of them would have suspected. Unfortunately, although the job was in Boston, it was an offer he couldn't refuse. High salary, great benefits, prominent administrative position in the company, with his own office and subordinate employees. After they had all talked it through and his mothers had convinced him to take the job – the last thing they wanted was to hold him back and keep him cooped up in Storybrooke forever – Henry found an upscale apartment in the financial district of Boston. His mothers, of course, helped him move in and get situated there, but their goodbye was painful, and many tears were shed.

"We'll be back to visit soon, my love," Regina assured her son, kissing his forehead and lips. "We promise."

"We love you, Henry, and we are so, so proud of you for everything you've accomplished," Emma told him with a forced smile.

After their goodbyes, the women continued to cry during the ride home, mourning the loss of the physical closeness they'd had with their son. Of course, nothing would change their love for each other, but being so far away from him would certainly change the dynamic of their relationship.

After many late night phone calls received from their son, the women decided in private to surprise him with a visit.

"I have work this weekend," Emma told her wife, "but you should definitely go see him. It'll cheer him up."

"I wish you could come too," Regina sighed, kissing her wife's cheek.

"I know, baby. But it'll be good for you both to have some alone time."

Nodding slowly, Regina agreed.

"Hello. I'm here to see Mister Mills," Regina told the receptionist at the front desk of her son's company.

"I'm afraid he's in a meeting right now," the girl told her. "I can let him know you stopped by, but—"

"Would it be possible for me to wait in his office?"

"Well… I mean… I suppose that could be alright… He didn't leave any instructions against it. I'll see you in now."

After being led to her son's office and having the door shut behind her, Regina waited patiently.

When Henry walked in, he dropped his folders and paperwork on the floor and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Mom?!" he gaped, staring in disbelief as he rushed to her.

She smiled brightly as he grabbed her hands and squeezed them, replying, "Yes, darling. I'm here."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Is this a bad time?"

"No! No. It's never a bad time to see you, Mum. God, I'm so glad to see you!"

"I'm glad to see you too, baby boy. And I—"

Regina was abruptly cut off by her son's lips crashing against her own. The deep, warm kiss trapped them both for several minutes, until both finally needed to break away for air.

"God, I missed you, Henry."

"I missed you too, Mum," he replied, stroking back the smooth locks of hair that had falling into his mother's face.

The next kiss burned hotter than the first, this time with Henry breaking past the fortress of Regina's lips to stroke her tongue with his own. She returned the kiss with some surprise as his hands fell to her hips and squeezed her there and pulled her firmly against his body.

"H-Henry," Regina managed breathlessly. "We should—"

Wordlessly, Henry moved to the large open window of the office, closed the blinds, and locked the door. Once he'd returned to Regina, he pulled her back into his arms and resumed the passionate kiss, which his mother returned.

"H-Henry," she tried again, this time laying her hands flat against her son's chest.

"It's okay, Mum. I locked the door," Henry husked, once again stroking her hair back.

"But—"

Sighing, "I can't believe you're here," Henry then kissed her again, cupping her face in his hands. When she hesitated to kiss him back, he asked, "I missed you so much. Please… Please, let me make love to you."

"H-Here?" Regina gaped. "R-Right now?"

"Yes."

When Henry's lips dropped to her neck, she let out a soft gasp and gripped her son's broad shoulders. Then, she allowed him to move his lips down to her collarbone.

"Wait," Regina breathed, suddenly pushing him away as he reached down to lift the hem of her dress. "I have a better idea." When Henry cocked his head slightly to the side, Regina smiled at him and asked sweetly, "Why don't you sit down in your chair and let me suck you off, baby boy?"

Groaning, Henry stumbled backwards until he nearly fell into his chair. His mother wasted no time kneeling in front of him and pulling down his trousers and boxers to expose his throbbing erection. She also did not hesitate before enveloping his whole length in her mouth. At first, she moved her tongue experimentally over the head of it, playing with the slit, then began to drag her tongue up from the base of his cock back to the tip. Henry's head fell backwards as another loud groan escaped his lips.

"Like this?" Regina purred, breaking away only for a moment before sucking his member back into her warm, wet mouth.

Her son nodded desperately, begging without words for her to continue.

Just as his hips started to buck, his cock fucking the back of his mother's throat, the buzzer on his intercom announced an incoming message from his secretary.

"Mr. Mills. There's a phone call one line two for you. Something about your meeting tomorrow, I believe," the voice came through the speaker, making Henry gasp.

"Take a message, please," Henry choked out, holding down the button for the intercom system until he was done speaking.

He could barely breathe as Regina continued to suck him off, now alternating between swirling her tongue around the head of him and sucking lightly. Again, his hips began to buck, before finally, Henry's head fell back again and he cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh, God!" he shouted. "Jesus, fuck. Yeah, Mom. Take it. Suck my – ugh – fucking cock."

Luckily, the walls of his office were meant to keep as little noise from escaping as possible, since the meetings that took place inside them were often quite private. When she heard the words, Regina hummed happily at the dirty-talk and began to suck him harder, until he came, his hips lifting him completely off the chair as he bucked, nearly causing Regina's head to hit the desk.

"Shit," Henry gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow once his hips had ceased their vibrations. "That was amazing. Thank you, Mom…"

"Don't thank me, baby boy. You deserved it. Such a smart, handsome, successful young man…" When her son blushed, Regina continued, "Oh, and by the way… It's nice that you shaved. Makes you look younger, but more importantly… It lets me see more of your beautiful face."

With a smile, she stood up, leaned in, and cupped his face in her hands before kissing him tenderly.

"My handsome boy. My perfect man."

"Mom," Henry whined softly. "You're too good to me."

"No, dear. Nothing could ever be too good for you. You're my precious treasure."

With a soft sigh, Henry embraced his mother again, pulling her onto his lap as he sat in the chair. When his head fell to her shoulder, she held him gently and stroked his hair.

After a long moment of silence, the man confessed, "I'm so blessed to have you in my life."

"I'm so, so proud of you," Regina sighed in response, kissing her son's forehead.

"Everything I am, I owe to you and Ma. Everything. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you two."

As her heart swelled with affection for her son, Regina kissed Henry's forehead again, then his nose, cheeks, and chin. This earned a soft chuckle from the man, who gently pushed her away.

"Mooom," he fussed, wiggling in his seat.

"Shh. Sweetheart. Let me love you."

As a blush rose to her son's cheeks, and Regina took this as an invitation to continue her loving assault on his clean-shaven skin as she puckered her lips and pressed them to nearly every inch of his face. This continued until a loud knock at the door startled them both. Regina nearly jumped off of her son's lap when she heard the noise, and both immediately began to straighten the obvious wrinkles in their clothing.

"Come in," Henry called, once he'd received an affirmative nod from his mother.

His secretary opened the door with a broad smile and greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Mills. I just wanted to let you know that your next appointment is here."

"Oh, shit," the man cursed. "I forgot all about him. Dammit. Alright, well… Please let him know it will be just a couple of minutes. I'll page you when I'm ready. I'm just wrapping up here."

As soon as the door was shut and Henry's secretary was gone, Regina laughed and said, "Just wrapping up here?"

Coughing, Henry replied, "Uh… Yeah. I didn't know what else to say."

He was still blushing, and it gave Regina butterflies to see his cheeks turn that particular shade of pink.

After kissing him on the cheek, she asked him, "Can I take you to lunch?"

"I don't usually take a lunch. I usually just schedule appointments straight through my—" Henry started to answer, but trailed off when he realized what he was saying. Shaking his head, he revised his response to, "Yes. I'm sorry. I'd love to. I'll postpone my 12:00."

"Oh, honey. You don't have to do that! I just wanted to offer. I understand how busy you are, sweetheart."

"No, I… I really want to. I missed you, Mom. I want to spend as much time together as possible."

"Alright then… 12:00 at the café the next block over?"

"I'll be there," Henry answered with a smile.

"Good luck with your meetings, darling. I'll see you soon."

"So how was it?" Emma asked that night, as she lay next to her wife in their bed.

"It was great to see him, but I think it's strange for him to be around us separately."

"Yeah?"

"I want him to have individual relationships with each of us, though. You know… Like he used to."

"Back when we pretended to hate each other?" the blonde chuckled, stroking Regina's cheek.

"Well… Yes, but… I just meant…"

"I know what you meant, baby."

Smiling, Emma leaned and kissed her wife's lips.

"Anyway," she said, "I know he said work's going well, but… did he seem okay? I know he was really worried about the new job."

"He seemed happy, really. Less anxious than usual."

"Happy to see you, I'm sure."

"Yeah."

"So… Did you surprise him at his office, or…?"

"Yeah. I kind of just waltzed right in there and told his secretary I needed to see him."

"Like, the office secretary?"

"No, dear. Like, his secretary."

"Wow… That's crazy. I guess he's done really well for himself, then! He's come a long way from his summer landscaping job, huh?"

Nodding, Regina smiled and folded her hands behind her head and replied, "Sure has."

"What did he say when he saw you? He must've been shocked!"

"Not much. He was definitely shocked, but he didn't have much to say when my mouth was wrapped around his cock."

When she saw her wife's playful grin, Emma laughed and kissed the woman's lips again.

"You're so naughty."

"Sometimes."

"Wish I'd have been there to watch."

"Mmm," the brunette hummed, running her hands down Emma's sides. "Me too, baby. Me too."