This one was sent in by loveismagic22 on Tumblr: one where Emma and Regina catch one of the kids in the act. I felt like since I've already sort of covered them finding out way more than they wanted to about Roland/Lily and that Penelope was sneaking out to go into boys' bedrooms, it was Henry's turn! Henry and August are 18, Roland is 14 and Penelope is 8. Things get a little steamy in this chapter.

No one was supposed to be home.

But that's the problem when you live in a house with 4 other people, specifically two moms with crazy schedules, people arrive when you least expect it.

Since August's dad ran part of his business out of their home, it meant they were pressed to find a space. But, Penelope had hockey, Roland was at a guitar lesson and their moms were busy chauffeuring them around. It was all supposed to work out nicely.

"Pants, off," August instructed. Henry smiled, obliging. Next, his boyfriend worked off his boxers and as always, started at the top, kissing Henry's lips, moving down his body, slowly. When he reached the area, he teasingly pulled away for a bit. "What do you want me to do?"

Henry groaned. Why did he have to do this? "You know what I want."

"Say it."

You're so getting paid back for this later. "Suck me."

"As you wish."

August began moving his mouth on and off the area, causing Henry to moan out in pleasure. When he finally came, August moaned too.

Outside, Regina pulled her car into the drive right behind Emma's. That was odd, Roland's guitar lesson had been cancelled at the last minute, but her wife was supposed to have Penelope at the ice rink. They got out of their respective cars.

"What are you doing home?" The mayor asked.

"We showed up at the rink, but the coach never did," Emma replied, nodding her head at a very irritated Penelope. "Eventually someone called him and he said there was a last minute emergency. What about your class, Rolo?"

"My instructor has mono, no classes for at least a week or so," the teen replied, bitterly. Emma had to stifle a laugh. Most kids would be happy about this stuff, but theirs were both dedicated to their craft.

"Well, at least that means more family time, right?" The blonde tried to suggest. She was met by blank stares. "Okay, so you two are just going to be grumpy for the rest of the night."

"More fun for us," Regina said, wrapping an arm around Emma and leading her inside. Their children followed and dispersed into different directions.

That's when the mothers heard yelling coming from upstairs and they could've sworn it was Henry. The two practically flew to his room, out of concern. They pushed open the door and soon wished they hadn't. Their son wasn't the one screaming, no, it was August. He was covered by a sheet, but clearly there was a head beneath it, bobbing back and forth. Only the other person's feet could be viewed and due to the birth mark, they knew just who's it was.

"Henry!" Regina shouted.

Their son turned bright red and crawled out from under the sheet. "Moms! What…I thought…"

"August, get dressed," Emma instructed, before dragging Emma out.

"What are you doing?" Regina demanded. "We just walked in on our son…"

"I'm aware, but I just saw August getting pleasured in a way I never wished to. Let's give them a chance to get decent before we do anything more."

"At least the sheet was up…" Regina shuddered.

A few moments later, August came out into the hall, still adjusting his belt. He caught the Looks of the two mothers and flinched a little. He was just glad his own father hadn't been there.

"I'll um….see you guys soon…" With that, he was gone.

Emma knocked on the door and got called in by Henry. The two moms found him, the sheets now off his bed and bundled up by his hamper. Both moms tried not to think about the fact that he still had spaceship bedding.

"So…you want to explain your thought process?" Emma asked.

"I thought you guys were going to be gone all afternoon," Henry muttered, his face bright red.

"That's still no excuse," Regina told him, sharply.

"Look," Emma was trying to stay calm and make sure he understood just why they were upset. "We're not mad that you're doing…that. It's perfectly natural and a part of life…"

"We'd just prefer not to get front row seats," her wife mumbled.

Emma nudged her ribs. "We're upset that you brought him here. What if Penelope had walked in on you? Do you think she's old enough to see that?"

"I dunno…she sure was to see you scissoring Mom…"

The two mothers' eyes widened and a little blush tinted their cheeks. "What?" Emma asked.

"We sort of walked in on you guys last weekend," Henry replied. "I convinced her that you two were just wrestling. We didn't mention it because ya know…awkward."

The two moms exchanged a look. They couldn't believe it. In 18 years of parenting, they had never been walked in on. Unless they just missed it. Both cleared their throats.

"Regardless. We are married and we own this house," Regina told him. "And do you really want her or any of us to have a repeat?"

Henry sighed. "No."

"Good."

"Again, we're not saying don't do it…just…don't do it somewhere that you might get walked in on." Emma added.

"Agreed. I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

They couldn't believe it was already time to have this talk with him. Yes, they had figured that they were doing more than just kissing, but he was their oldest baby. It was easier to pretend to not know. How did he grow up so fast?

"We're going to go make dinner, and then we can forget about all of this, alright?" Regina asked.

"That sounds perfect to me."

They each kissed one of his cheeks before walking out of the room.

"I'm not washing those sheets," Regina mumbled.

"Something tells me that he'll take care of that," Emma replied. "All I know is, August better not go one mile over the speed limit."

Regina couldn't help but smile. "Ticket?"

"That will be the least of his problems."

The brunette shook her head, tipping it back. "God, how are they old enough for all of this? I remember him coming over to the house when they were little. They used to make those weird science projects."

"Well, I guess now you can say they're doing a different kind of experimenting?" Emma offered, cheekily.

Regina rolled her eyes and headed down the stairs.

"Oh come on!" Emma called after her. "Isn't that at least a little funny?" No response.

Alright, so we're not ready to joke about this quite yet. Emma made a mental note. Sometimes it was best to just quit while one was ahead.

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