The final part of this Thanksgiving adventure. Sorry for the delay, the week was just all around busy, but I hope this chapter can make up for the long wait.
Huge thanks to Temera for the beta work. I'll always be grateful for your kindness in reading this :)

As usual, everything is ABC's but the naughtiness.


The night was up at the Charming loft a little past midnight. As usual, Regina puffed her way home after saying her goodbyes to Snow, David, Emma, and Henry.

She was not convinced about the reason why he wanted to spend the rest of the night at Emma's place. He convinced her when he reminded Regina that Emma spent the last month out of town.

Having sex with every person in the room wasn't in his plans, but he had nothing to complain about. In reality, he just wanted to know what he could get from his other mom tonight.

To think he just wanted to go home and spend the rest of the night with Regina. He changed his mind when Emma cupped his crotch, squeezing it with a wicked grin gracing her lips.

"I know what's happening, Henry," she whispered, smiling at him. "I want my homecoming."

He gasped, clapping his mouth shut to keep from asking her anything he shouldn't. How did she… of course, Regina was so red in the face when they arrived. It was pretty obvious.

A broad smile appeared on his lips when she turned her back, bouncing her hair and swaying her hips the way he liked it. Oh, he was so ready to give it to her.


Emma's apartment was bigger than her parents' loft.

The living room had large windows providing a beautiful view from outside. She closed the black curtains to block the lights coming from the street lamps.

The walls were painted in light colors with wall-stickers for decoration – an obvious courtesy from her mother. The kitchen was small but organized.

And Henry's bedroom had walls painted in dark green and lots of posts from his favorite movies, but it was always untouched because he never spent one night on his own whenever he visited her.

Her bed was king sized with a big black duvet draped over it, bounced hard when she pushed him onto it. Henry was already naked, and a cocky grin appeared on his lips as he watched her taking everything off but her panties.

"What?"

"I'm just thinking that Thanksgiving is a special day for family, food and football," he sat up and pinched her right nipple.

She groaned, pressing her legs together as she felt the warmth between them grow even more. "So what?"

"Food was amazing. Family was also very yummy," he winked and she laughed. "And I completely forgot about football, which isn't important after all."

"Well, football is important. After all, you're going to the fourth quarter of your sex game tonight, right?"

He frowned. "How do you know that?"

"You can't be that innocent, Henry," she began, sitting astride his hips. "Regina was red in the face when the two of you arrived."

"Yeah, I saw you staring at her," he cut her before adding. "I realized then that you probably put two and two together."

"Yeah, right, but then you and David left," her face was suddenly flushed as though she knew exactly what happened between them.

"Yeah, to buy more drinks," he looked so cute when he tried to lie.

"Well, dad forgot about the dashboard camera on the patrol car – and I can turn it on remotely thanks to that app you developed," he groaned as realization hit him in the face. "And mom, as we know, has no clue how to keep a secret."

He shook his head. It wasn't a coincidence that she was good at what she did in Boston all those years back.

"And I thought I was being clever," he smiled, placing his hands on her hips, bending forward slightly to peck her lips. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I almost did after you and dad arrived, but I thought it was best to let things happen. Then, you fucked mom, and I thought I'd be left out after you acted like nothing had happened."

Henry stared at her for a moment. "You're so beautiful," he brought her closer, kissing her slowly, groaning when she lightly ground her core against his erection.

"Don't use the romantic card on me, boy," she whispered hotly into his ear. She pushed him down to the mattress, holding his wrists and pinning him down. "You were not romantic with anyone tonight," she nibbled his bottom lip and grinned as she felt his cock twitch. "So don't be with me."

She freed his wrists as he laughed heartily, reaching out to cover her breasts with his big hands. He sat up and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently and looking at her face, eyes glued together as moan after moan left her lips.

"I missed your tits," he swung his head back and forth, squeezing her breasts and sucking each with an enthusiasm he barely showed before.

"I… I can tell… oh, do that again," she stuttered, grabbing his hair to press his lips to the underside of her left breast.

"I'm not the only one who missed something," he teased her, tongue flat against her skin, licking her breasts and loving the way they bounced before his eyes. He did it again and again, hands holding her waist in place as she tried to ground her core against his cock.

"Definitely not," she grinned at him as she pinned him down again to pepper kisses on his face, jaw, neck and chest. She sat up, staring at him with a devilish look on her face. She got up and with a wave of her hand, surprised Henry by tying him up to the bed.

"What the…"

"Sshh, Henry," she began, standing at the foot of the bed, looking up and down his body and licking her lips. "One month out means that I'm a lot hungrier than any of the other three people you fucked tonight."

Henry felt his heart race in his chest as sweat broke all over his face and chest. He felt his cock hardening as she paced, hand on her chin. She looked at him from time to time, an unreadable look on her face.

"What's on your mind, ma?"

She said nothing, just kept pacing for a handful of minutes before she climbed up the bed to straddle his hips.

"I can't decide what to do, dear son," she touched his cock with the tip of her fingers, loving the shiver that shook his body. "So tell me," she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him for a moment or two before she leaned down to flick it with the tip of her tongue. "Should I suck you or should I sit on your face?"

Henry gulped. It was going to be one of those nights; she was in a mood. Goodness, he loved when she was inspired horny, and patient.

Still, he said nothing, just stared back at her, trying to hold a blank expression as though it was possible to ignore the hand still tightly wrapped around him. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Either you can't decide or you don't want to," she began, crawling her way up his body. Her lips were hovering above his and he thought she was going to kiss him when she sank her lips on his neck. He yelped and opened his eyes.

"What the fuck?"

"If I ask something from you," she licked the spot she just bit, soothing the red mark. "I demand an answer, but once you chose silence, remain in silence you will."

He did not understand her words until he realized she was crawling higher on the bed. Oh fuck, finally!

"Look at me, boy," Emma held his face, a finger running its way across his forehead and down his cheek. He looked at her with such intensity that Emma couldn't help herself. She kissed him hard, pushing her tongue inside his mouth as Henry felt the wetness of her cunt on his belly. He groaned.

She broke the kiss, licking her lips as she crawled her way up the bed. Her hands were shaking and sweaty as she looked down to this face. He stared back at her and licked his lips just before she lowered herself onto him.

It had been 34 days, 10 hours and 23 minutes since the last time she had been this intimate with her boy. She clasped her hands against the cold wall and started to grind her pussy against his lips, taking advantage of his smart mouth.

A few minutes passed as he licked her cunt, grazed her clit and nipped at her pussy lips. She groaned, thinking that he was finally giving her what she needed when she felt a muffled mumble coming from him.

"What?" She asked breathlessly, feeling her legs start to shake.

She was so close, so very close, why the fuck had he stopped?

He said nothing, just put his tongue out. Emma Swan never underestimated the smart way her son always thought about everything. This was another proof she was right.

She waved her hands and his wrists were free. She didn't need to say anything as he acted quickly, parting her pussy as she lowered herself again, this time grinding against his tongue.

Henry felt her wetness coat his tongue, her taste nearly overwhelming his senses as he started rubbing her clit with his thumb. It was enough to send her over the edge.

Her legs quivered, her body shaking so hard he thought she was about to fall out of the bed. She fell to his side for a handful of minutes. Henry felt her lips curve into a smile against the side of his thigh, something that gave him hope she would repay him equally.

Problem was that he wasn't the one calling the shots now. No, this time he was under her will. And she wanted more. And when she moved, climbing up the bed again, he knew there was no way she was going to use that lovely mouth on him. He sighed. A bit disappointed. A lot aroused when she lowered herself once again over his face.

He did it all again, nipping her pussy lips, grazing her clit with his teeth, lapping her with quick passes of his tongue. This time, though, she broke the silence with a strangled scream when he pushed his tongue in and out of her. Her body was rigid for a split second before she collapsed back once again, this time rolling away from him as she threw a hand over her face.


"That was amazing," Henry uttered the words just before Emma rolled on her side to put her hands on his chest, a big smile on her face.

"It was," she agreed, straddling his hips once again as she leaned forward to press her lips against his.

Emma moaned when she tasted herself on his tongue, the sensation stirring the lust again as it always did when she let him pleasure her with his incredibly smart mouth.

"I'm just thankful that you're so good with your mouth," she spoke gently as she sat up, considering what to do next when she moved her hips.

"I'm probably the best!" Emma just laughed at his cockiness.

She could feel his erection throbbing against her ass, his hands reverently touching her curves, his eyes pleading for her to do something. He needed her so bad and she could feel it.

"You know," she began, standing up, reaching for the door before leaving the bedroom. "You should shut your pretty little mouth, boy, or maybe use it more often with me."

Henry never knew why he got so aroused whenever Emma or Regina bossed him around. It always bothered him to have them telling him what to do, how to behave, what to say, where to go, how to respond to certain situations. However, when they were having sex, being bossed around actually made his cock twitch and grow harder.

You're weird, Henry Mills! He thought to himself as he watched her coming back, smiling and talking about something he didn't pay any attention to.

"You have no idea what I just told you, do you?"

"I'm sorry," he answered, averting his eyes as she put her glass of wine on the bedside table.

"Apology not accepted."

Emma wasted no time talking, she just turned around, and straddled him once again. "I guess you need a lesson about listening to your mother, boy," her voice was husky and her eyes flashed with an intensity he rarely saw.

"Ma, what…"

She didn't give him any chance to protest as she held his cock with her small hand, pumping him a few times before she sunk herself onto his shaft. They both moaned.

"Fuck," she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She's almost forgotten how good it was to have his cock stretching her like that.

"That's what we are about to do," he breathed out, smiling at her when she looked at him with a serious expression on her pretty face.

"That's what I am about to do," she corrected him with a devilish smirk on her pretty lips.

Emma leaned forward and licked his right cheek, earning a gasp from her incredibly aroused son. She did the same to his left cheek, and then peppered his jaw, neck and chest with wet kisses that raised his need for her to an unbearable level.

"Ma, please," he begged for the first time, wondering why she was doing that when she was the one saying she wanted him there with her.

"Please what, boy?"

"Let me," he gasped when she nipped his right nipple. "Let me fuck you."

It wasn't the right thing to say as he quickly learned that she knew how to tease mercilessly without looking fazed at all.

"I already told you who is fucking who here," she began, moving away from his body and leaving him in the bed with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Oh no, not that again," he protested and tried to move. She tied him up again and he didn't even notice.

"Oh yes, that again."

She kissed him this time. She was demanding and impatient. Magnificent and terrifying at the same time as Henry felt one of her hands close around his cock to pump him, alternating the grip and speed, sending his mind into a frenzied need for more.

"Please…"

"Please what, boy?" Henry sighed in defeat.

"Please, fuck me!"

She didn't need any other encouragement as she straddled him again to guide his cock into her once more.

His threw his head against the pillow and didn't notice the view before him. Her back was to him, her round ass delightfully bouncing with each downward move of her hips against his.

It took a couple of minutes for him to look up and see that lovely ass still moving against his belly. He reached his hands out and grabbed it with all his might before he slowly moved them up to her hips.

She was too far gone to realize that he was taking over her movements when a keen cry filled the room. Her hips slowed down for a moment, but he was still buried deep inside her. She felt him twitch against her slick walls.

"Happy, ma?" He asked as she felt his chest against her back.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Now, how about me?"

"What about you?"

"Can't I be happy, too?"

"Yes, you can."

"Good," Henry said nothing else, he just reached around her throat and pressed her more tightly against his chest. "You fucked me," he bit at her earlobe, smiling as he noticed a shiver running down her body. "Now I fuck you."

She wasn't ready for the way he was thrusting his hips up against her. His cock was reaching deep inside her, rubbing so deliciously against that special spot and making her head spin. He pounded her up, their skin slapping together working as music for his ears.

Henry's free hand was fondling her breasts, kneading both of them, marveling at how soft they were. "God, you're so…"

That wasn't enough, not for him, Henry thought to himself as he pulled himself out of her and turned her body around, pinning her against the mattress and sinking himself deep inside her. She groaned. He cursed. They moved in sync, skin slapping together, moans mingled with the squeak sound of the bed.

"So fucking tight," he whispered hotly against her neck, biting down on her shoulder before he put her legs over his shoulders to bury himself inside her deeper.

He fucked and fucked her, his cock sliding deliciously inside her slick cunt as he sucked her breasts, thumb rubbing against her clit in time with his thrusts.

And it was too much for her. He turned the tables and she didn't even have ways to fight back. And she came, her back arching off the mattress as he pounded her a handful of times before she felt his hot cum filling her to the hilt.


"Fuck, I may stay away for a whole month again sooner than later," she joked, turning to her side as he wrapped his arm around her.

"Oh well, if I get to be in your bed as soon as you arrive, I don't mind, really."

She giggled, sighing happily into his side.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Henry!"

"Oh yeah, this was the happiest ever!"


Reviews are love, folks, give me some love and wait for the two-part Christmas special. Btw, I'm not sure if I'll post it here or open a new story. Tell me what you think, please?