Consensual parent/child incest, don't like it, don't read it. Please review :)

It was one of those inevitable days when loneliness seemed incredibly detached from being alone. She'd become friends with the Charmings in the time that had passed since Zelena and her loss of the budding relationship with Robin. It had been seven years since then, and Henry was away at college. And though she was friends with David and Mary Margaret, and she and Emma occasionally had lunch and exchanged their different conversations with Henry, she was still lonely.

She missed Henry. He was the only person she'd always loved who didn't leave her. Sure, he had for a short time, but after New York, he never left again, not until college. She'd tried dating, still completely attractive for it, but she could never find someone she loved as much as Daniel, or someone who had been worthy to take her attention away from raising Henry. And in the year and a half since he'd gone away to school, she just wasn't happy enough to date. Emma had long since moved in with her boyfriend, and Neal was joined by another little charming, Eva, and everyone was starting their family, and Regina just felt so lonely.

Calling Henry, she smiled at the silly voicemail message he had, completely distracted by the other people in his dorm hall.

"Hello, dear. I was just calling to see how you were doing. I know it's a weekend and you're probably out with your friends, just take time to give me a call tomorrow and check in. I love you. Be good." Her message was simple, and she'd tried to have as cheerful a voice as possible, but she knew her saddened tone must have made it through at least a little bit.

Moments later, her phone rang, and she was pleased to see it was Henry. "Henry," she answered, a real smile filling her voice. "How are you?"

"I'm good, mom. How about you?"

"Oh, you know, just… the usual. What are you up to this weekend?"

"Everyone has family out here, it's sibs weekend, so I've just been concentrating on studying."

"Oh. You could have come home. You don't visit enough."

"Hey now, you don't visit either, mom."

Pausing, Regina thought a moment. "I didn't think you'd want your old mom visiting you at school."

"Of course I'd love you to visit! Although, I'll have to keep you away from my friends whenever you come. I have the picture of you and me from my graduation on my desk and they all comment on how hot you are."

"Have they seen your blonde mother?"

"Yeah. They say you're hotter because you're exotic."

Regina chuckled. "Well, just let me know any weekend that's good for you and I'll come visit."

Henry paused for a minute, and she could hear shuffling sounds. "I know it's late notice, but why don't you come first thing in the morning, we can hang out tomorrow and Sunday. You could stay at my dorm, I could sleep on the floor, or my roommate is gone, so I could take his bed."

"I don't want to be a bother, darling."

"No, mom, come… please? It's been too long since I've seen you. Besides, you always pick the best restaurants for dinner."

"Very well, if you're certain, I'll come. I'll see you in the morning."

"Cool. See you tomorrow. Love you mom."

"Love you too, Henry."

Hanging up the phone, Regina packed a small suitcase and decided to go to Boston that night. She didn't want to be in town, and pampering herself with a nice hotel room sounded like a good idea. And that way she could be at Henry's room early in the morning and they could have more time to do whatever he wanted to do.

The next morning, Regina showed up at Henry's room at nine, knocking softly on the door, only to receive no answer. She knocked a little harder and heard a muffled "coming" from the other side. Hearing light shuffling, Regina shifted to stand on one heel, her tight black dress only allowing so much wiggle room.

When Henry opened the door and saw her, he smiled sleepily and pulled her against him for a hug. Both of them stiffened somewhat awkwardly when his morning erection, that hadn't gone down entirely yet, pressed against her.

"I didn't expect you so early, mom," Henry said, his voice husky from non-use.

"I got into town last night, I was bored and didn't have anything to do. I figured it would give us more time to spend together."

"No, it's great. You should have told me… you could have stayed here." Henry realized they were still halfway in the hall and he pulled her into his room, shutting the door and taking her in. She looked the same to him, though her eyes looked emptier, she looked sadder, but everything else was the same. Chuckling, he shook his head. "Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to keep you away from my friends this weekend. It's a good thing they're all busy with their brothers and sisters."

"What do you mean?"

"That dress. I don't really feel like watching all of my friends hit on you."

"Oh. I see," Regina answered, eyebrows stitching together. Looking around his room, she clucked her tongue. "Your room is a mess. I'll help you clean it up while I'm here."

"Mooomm," Henry whined, drawing the syllables out. "It's fine. I'm a college student, our rooms are messy."

Sighing, Regina nodded, "Fine. What should we do today?"

"You look… lonely."

"Thanks," she snorted. "I'm fine, Henry."

"Except you're not." When she stuck him with one of her infamous glares, he grinned a little. "Mom, come on, I know you better than anyone else does, you can't lie to me."

"I suppose I am a little lonely."

"No guys catching your attention in Storybrooke?"

"Henry! I'm not going to discuss my love life with you!"

"It's not like I'm asking if you're getting laid, mom. I'm just asking about dating."

Shocked at his slang for sex, Regina cringed slightly, then her thoughts were immediately brought to the fact that he'd had an erection when he hugged her, and she realized he was very likely not a virgin anymore. The thought made her sad, having further reason to be forced to acknowledge that he wasn't her little boy anymore. He was a handsome young man, a college student, and he'd probably be married with children before she could blink again.

"What about you, darling?" she asked curiously. "Do you have any girlfriends?"

"Nah. I mean, I've dated a few girls but no one really is interesting enough to go long term with."

"Good. You're too young for that, settling down, I mean."

They decided he'd show her around Boston, taking her car to prevent the long distance walking in her heels. On their way out of the dorm, they ran into a few of his friends, all of the guys very obviously checking her out. And when they got to her car, Regina commented on it.

"You should tell your friends that subtlety is an attractive trait. Perhaps girls like to be ogled, but women don't like it to be so obvious."

"What do you mean?" Henry asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know very well what I mean, darling." And he did. In fact, each time one of his friends checked her out, Henry ended up not so inconspicuously doing it as well. He wondered if she had noticed him doing it, too, or if she was too distracted by his friends' eyes to notice his. He couldn't help it though, ever since he had started having sex, when he was seventeen, he couldn't help but notice women, even his relatives, particularly his mom.

They spent the day wandering around, and when it came time to settle down for the evening, Regina drove Henry to his dorm.

"C'mon mom, come stay, it's not a big deal. We could watch a movie like we used to. Or play a game, I still have that nice chess set you got me."

"I am far too old to stay in a flimsy dorm bed."

"Then let me come to your hotel. We don't see each other enough," he stated, not really sure why he didn't want to leave her. Yeah, she was his mom and he wanted to spend time with her, but they just had all day and they would have until after dinner the next day. He should just let her go to her hotel room, that way he could get the dirty thoughts from all day out of his head by taking care of himself. But he didn't want to be apart from her while she was in town.

"Okay. Go get clothes for tomorrow and we'll watch a movie," she gave in, suddenly thankful that her room had a couch to go with the king size bed.

When they got to the hotel room, Henry changed into his pajama pants and a t-shirt, and Regina dressed in the silk camisole and shorts she'd brought, feeling slightly too exposed, but she hadn't expected to be sleeping in the same room as her son when she'd packed her bag.

"Look, that movie you like is on," Henry said, flipping through the channels.

"Which movie?" she asked, walking to the bed after she'd finished her nightly routine in the bathroom.

"Somewhere in Time."

"Oh, I do love that movie."

"'Kay, I'm going to brush my teeth, then I'll join you to watch it."

When he came back out of the bathroom, Henry climbed onto the bed next to her, though he noticed she was under the covers.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No, just wanted to be covered up," she answered, though that was only partially true. She needed to shake the thought of Henry checking her out multiple times that day out of her head. He's her son, yes he's a man as well, but her son. She tried to convince herself, but she also knew that she needed to not feel so exposed to him.

When one of the really sad parts came, Regina let warm tears slide down her face, and Henry put his arm around her, pulling her against him.

"Mom," he whispered. "When are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing, dear. The movie is sad."

"I know the movie's sad," Henry agreed, running a hand down her back in soothing lines. "But you've been sad all day."

"I haven't," Regina denied. "Today has been one of the best days I've had in a long time."

"But your eyes are sad."

Sighing, Regina forced a small smile. "I'm fine, Henry."

"Mom, are you… are you being taken care of?"

"What do you mean? I can take care of myself."

"That's not what I mean. Are you being taken care of?"

"Henry!" Regina cried out, "That is not appropriate."

"Come on, it's totally normal."

"You're my son, you shouldn't be asking me that." In a bad move, she looked up into his green eyes, wide with curiosity and tender with love. The love may be the love of a child for his mother, but it was so much more than she'd seen in a long time, and she felt her resolve weakening. Looking away, she whispered, "No."

"No?"

"No, I'm not."

"Oh," he answered softly. Diving in against everything he knew was right, he cupped her face in his hand and brought her to look back up at him. "You deserve it."

"Henry…" she started, trying to find a way to tell him that this was not a conversation up for discussion.

"No, seriously, you do." Henry brought his lips down to hers and kissed her gently. When Regina pulled away, she shook her head and moved away from him, away from the arm wrapped around her shoulders. Grabbing the TV remote, Henry clicked off the sound, intent on taking care of her and wanting to hear every noise she would make. "Come on, mom," he pushed, gently taking her arm in his hand and pulling her back to him. "It's not a big deal, its just sex."

"You're my son!" she protested.

"I don't care, you need this and… and I really want it."

"Why? Don't you have some girls your age who are… your age, and not your mother?"

"Stop. Just… ok, give me two minutes, and if you decide you're really not interested, I'll stop. I'll go lay on the couch and I'll go to bed."

Deciding she would just be humoring him, Regina nodded softly, moving back toward him and watching as he moved beneath the duvet. He took much of her weight into his arms and pulled her against his body, shifting them to lay down, half covering her. Pressing his lips softly to hers, Henry traced his tongue along the seam of her tightly closed lips, and Regina found herself parting them all too willingly. And when he slid one hand down her neck and over her collarbone, running over the silk covering her breast and her torso, Regina shivered against him, the touch far too skilled for what she needed to know about him. His hand reached the hem of her top and he slid it under the silk, reaching up until it cupped one breast, letting his thumb run over her nipple, which grew hard at his touch.

Regina moaned into his mouth, moving involuntarily against the erection that was pressed against her hipbone. And she knew she wasn't going to tell him no… she wouldn't be able to even if she wanted to.

"More?" he asked gently after he pulled away from the kiss.

"More," she breathed, pulling him back to her for another kiss, this time leading it and deepening it without his permission. Pushing against him, she didn't stop until he was on his back, and she straddled his hips, pressing her hands to his chest and leaning down to kiss him again. She trailed a line of kisses down his neck, licking the front line of his throat and sucking on his adam's apple.

"God, mom, you're hot," he whispered, moving his hands to pull her shirt over her head. When her top half was exposed to him, he admired her, his gaze lingering on her round breasts, and both of his hands moved to cup them, massaging until her whimpers were nearly begging and he pulled her body down, leaning up and capturing one pert nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. "Harder, or is that good?"

"A little harder," she answered, rolling her hips down against him, his cock hard and pressing against her core. She moved against him, the silk of her shorts and the lace of her panties barely providing a barrier, even his flannel pajama pants didn't do much.

Henry wrapped his arms around her waist, sitting up while he was holding her so she was sitting in his lap. He shifted back so he was leaning against the headboard, and ran his hands down her small back, realizing what he'd never noticed; she was tiny, not frail or weak, but physically small, and it was driving him crazy. Dropping her hands to his waist, Regina pulled his shirt up, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against her. She ground her hips down against him, his cock straining against his pants, and she couldn't stop the desire to move off him and pull them off, her curiosity taking over.

Surprised at his size, she smirked and started to move back up to straddle his lap again, only to be stopped by Henry grabbing her and flipping her onto her back. He kissed her roughly, and licked each nipple as he made his way down her stomach, kissing and licking in turn, her skin soft and sweet against his mouth. When he reached her hips, he pulled her shorts and panties gently off her, revealing parts of her slowly, taunting himself with every sexy bit of her that was revealed.

After she was bare, he made his way back up her legs, nipping and licking the insides of her thighs, and he loved how it made her writhe beneath him. "Fucking goddess," he breathed, his face hovering over her pussy, as he took in how beautiful she was. Lowering his mouth, he licked her slit from top to bottom and back, not pulling away when she bucked into him.

"You taste amazing, best pussy I've ever had," he grinned, deepening his tongue's reach into her, between her folds and sucking her into his mouth, tasting her and covering as much of her as he could, moving all over, licking her until she couldn't stop herself from moving fast and hard against him.
"I wanna fuck you now, mom," he breathed, moving up her for a kiss. When she tasted herself on his lips, she whimpered and nodded, dark eyes taking in the erection that was pressed into her abdomen.

"Yes," Regina hissed, unable to give a more coherent response. Henry excitedly took himself into his hand, directing his cock to her opening and rubbing it along her until it was slick, then pushed it into her. Her tightness felt hot and incredible around him as he pumped into her, finding a strong rhythm and kissing her again.

"Mom, god you're incredible," Henry said, his breaths heavy and warm against her neck. He pressed a soft kiss to her skin, just over her pulse point and sucked lightly. Tracing one hand over her curves, Henry slid his hand down, circling her clit with his thumb.

Regina felt herself growing close. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, and Henry was doing incredible things to her with his cock and hand, and the taboo of what they were doing had her head spinning and her body began to tense.

"That's right, come for me," he told her, quickening the pace of his thumb, but keeping the same steady rhythm of his hips. When she tightened even more around him and started shaking, he kissed her softly, his tongue tracing the inside of her mouth.

When she finished coming down, Henry slowed inside of her, asking her if she minded a different position and she shook her head.

"Anything you want, darling," she answered.

Pulling her legs up so the backs of them were against his torso, her tan feet beside his head, Henry began pumping his hips against her, the depth the position allowed and the grip it allowed for him to have on her round ass making his head fuzzy.

She whimpered softly, and Henry was sure he could hear traces of his name coming out in the erotic sounds she was making. Regina moved her hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples and captured Henry's hungry gaze. When his fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass, she moaned, and tightened herself around him.
He thrust harder into her, watching her face for signs that she needed it gentler, but her gaze only got hungrier and the lust in her eyes deepened, and he grinned, fucking her harder.

"Right there," she moaned, her body nearly floating from the pleasure of him hitting her g-spot. Regina moved one hand from her breast down to her clit, only to be stopped by his hand.

"Let me," he said, rubbing his thumb against her clit, matching the pace he was making with his hips. When she cried out, her eyes fluttering shut and her hands clawing the sheets to her sides, he knew she was coming again and he couldn't picture a sexier look on anyone he'd ever known. And he loved the husky and broken sound her voice maade as she cried out his name with her orgasm.

"Come on, yes, come for me," he encouraged, continuing his work until she came down. He let her legs drop to the bed and pressed his hands on the mattress on either side of her, letting his body hover over hers and he pumped his hips and kissed her. "I'm going to come. Can I fill you, mom?"

Whimpering at his words, Regina opened her eyes and watched him with lust. "Yes, come inside me, Henry," she answered. And a few more thrusts later, his hips began moving erratically and he groaned "mom" roughly as he collapsed against her, their bodies rubbing against each other slick with sweat.

Moments later, he rolled off her, pulling her against him so his front was curled around her back and they fell asleep.

When Regina woke in Henry's arms the next morning, she shifted out of his hold and moved to the bathroom, gathering her clothes and taking a shower. Once she was clean of their night, she quietly moved back into the main part of the room. Henry was sitting up on the bed and Regina gave him a tight smile and walked awkwardly past him, picking up her nightclothes and packing them into her suitcase.

They didn't say anything as they drove over to his dorm room, but Henry shifted uncomfortably a few times, watching his mom's face and wondering what she was thinking.

Regina entered his dorm after him, letting him pull her to sit on his bed after he closed the door, knowing she needed to talk to him about what had happened.

"Mom, don't get weird on me," Henry said immediately after they were sitting.

"What happened last night—"

"Was incredible, and really hot, mom."

"It can't happen again. It's… it isn't okay."

"I know, I do. I just wanted to take care of you, it isn't a big deal. I love you and I want you to be happy."

"Sex doesn't make people happy."

"But I do. I'm your favorite person and sex doesn't really hurt if it's consensual. So we had sex, it's not like we have to tell anybody."

"That's… that's okay with you? That it never happens again?"

"Totally. I mean… if you ever need it, you can feel free to come see me and I'll take care of you again. You're fucking hot."

"Henry, it isn't going to happen again. And I just don't want it to change anything between us."

"Mom, I'm fine. I like having you as my mom, but don't feel guilty about it, I certainly don't."

"Okay, darling. You'll be good?"

"Of course, mom."

"Do you need anything? Should I take you grocery shopping?"

"No, mom. The money you and ma send is enough."

"I'm going to get going."

"That's cool. Drive safe."

"I will, sweetheart." She stood and walked to the door, followed closely by Henry. Wrapping her hand around the doorknob, Regina turned slightly and curled her free hand around his neck, pulling him down to her and placing a soft and sweet kiss against his lips, just slightly slipping her tongue out and sliding it against his lips. "Thank you, Henry. I do appreciate it."

"I know. Call me when you get home safe, 'kay?"

Regina nodded and left, still feeling slightly guilty about what happened, but she couldn't find herself regretting it, either.