As promised, here's the first part of two from my Christmas special. I hope you guys like it just as much as I loved writing it. Second part won't come out tomorrow because of Christmas reasons lol Anyway, inside there's Henry, Regina and Emma.

Also, thanks to my fantastic beta reader, Temera (LMPsisterhood), who was very important to take me out of writer's block moment; without her help I would still be stuck in page #1.

Now go read it! Remember, nothing is mine but the naughtiness. ABC owns these lovely characters.


Regina Mills is a proud mother.

Her heart swells with pride as she watches her son accept the job to be the town's new librarian. The news about Belle leaving Storybrooke motivated him to apply for the job that fit him so well.

It's a simple job, but one where he would thrive since his passion for books and stories is already iconic.

"I'm sure you're going to celebrate, right?"

Leroy is a bit too drunk when he stops by Regina's side, rumbling about how happy Snow must be for her grandson. He turns to speak to Regina, but somehow trips on his feet, and falls face down on Blue's lap.

"Oops!" He giggles and places his hands on Blue's thighs. He tries to get up but manages to slip on the floor and ends up with his face between her legs. "I'm sorry, Blue!"

"It's okay, Leroy, just...," she pushes his hands away from her, "let me get up."

Regina doesn't waste her time paying attention to the commotion right by her side. Her eyes are studying Henry's handsome features. His smile is broad and genuine. His eyes shine like the sun itself. His obvious happiness is the reason she can't stop smiling since the crack of dawn.

She leans on a street post and waits for the crowd to leave. He's surrounded by the Charmings, the dwarfs and other people closer to him. Hugs and kisses, and cheerful pats on the back are matched with an impatient look. She knows what he wants when his head turns side to side as though he's looking for someone.

When their eyes lock together, he smiles that smile reserved for Regina only. She answers him with devilish grin of her own. Regina feels the tingling of anticipation as the promises in his eyes tell her that the real celebration will not be at Granny's.


The mansion is quiet. The living room has clothes scattered all around the floor. Boots and high heels are neatly place by the entrance. A pair of jeans and a bra lay forgotten in the staircases as Henry's pants and Regina's skirt hang in the stair handrail.

Henry usually enjoys the silence. The quiet mornings without trouble are his favorites. Outside a strong wind blasts the apple tree, sending leaves all over the backyard.

The sound should bother him, but at the moment, his attention is firmly locked elsewhere. His hands look big when he grasps Regina's hips; he leans forward, pressing his chest to her back.

His lips curve into a smirk when he kisses her right shoulder. He's probably the smartest guy in town, but he can't brag about it as he wants to. Her body shakes and her moans get louder as his pace gets quicker. The sound of their skin slapping together works like music.

He can't help but feel like no one is better at hiding secrets than he is, after all Henry Mills fucks his mom… And his other mom as well.

He smirks to himself, praising his intelligence for keeping this little secret so well hidden from these two hot headed women he loves so much. Henry knows very well he's going to be in a lot of trouble if either one of them finds out what he's doing.

"Henry…"

There's a touch of desperation in her voice, he notices, when she asks him why he stopped. She's looking at him, sweat shining in her face as she pushes her hips against his a couple of times.

"Oh… I… I got… I got distracted," he stutters.

He pushes her down on the mattress, letting his cock slip out of her wet heat. He covers her body with his as he takes hold of her hands, putting them up above her head before he entwines their fingers together.

"What are you doing?"

"A moment ago you were desperate," he begins, breathing hotly into her neck, sending shivers all over her body as he actually bites her earlobe. "Let me give you what you want."

Henry frees one of her hands, grabbing hold of his cock as he opens her legs with his and pushes himself inside her in a quick move. A muffled scream leaves her throat when she buries her face into the pillow. He smirks at the sound, loving the way she reacts. Regina never fails to make him proud of himself.

Then he pounds her hard and fast, moving her hair out of the way to latch his lips to her neck as his other hand reaches her clit. She gasps, trying to move, but she's helplessly trapped between soft mattress and his warm body.

"God, you're so fucking wet, mom."

"Henry," she turns her head to kiss him, finally managing to move her hips in time with his thrusts.

He groans, touching her clit firmly, circling it fast, kissing her cheek and gasping as her release claims her body, clasping around his shaft before he's spilling himself inside her, body collapsing as he is sure he is the smartest guy in town.


Exactly one month later, the wind starts to get colder and the fall colors begin to fade. Regina puts her heavy coat on and leaves the mansion with a smile on her face. She needs to talk to Emma about the Christmas celebration before she resumes her routine at the City Hall.

This was supposed to be a normal day, packed with problems to solve, piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and citizens infuriated with something they think it's her fault, but normal. She's used to that.

What she's not used to is knocking on the Charming's loft door and not getting an answer. She knows for a fact that Emma is still home as Henry had texted her saying he was spending the night with his grandparents. He must be there as well, so why aren't they answering the goddamn door?

Regina waves her hand and quietly unlocks the door. She twists the doorknob and peeks inside to find the living room empty. Henry had probably slept on the couch, she thinks, as she spots his favorite blanket on the floor alongside his pants and t-shirt.

She steps inside and finds a note from Charming and Snow saying they'll be back on Friday. Regina frowns, wondering why Henry didn't tell her that his grandparents left town. She shrugs off, puts her purse on the table and heads upstairs.

Regina makes a face as the bed comes into view. There are clothes everywhere and the duvet is piled up in the center of the mattress. She scans the space and misses the sight of Henry's blue boxers, even though she spots some of Emma's clothes at the foot of the bed. She cringes with the mess. If she didn't know better, she'd say someone probably had sex in that bed the night before.

The shower is running and she thinks it must be Henry. Emma isn't home, and that alone should have infuriated Regina. Instead, she decides to enjoy the free hour she thinks she has. It's been two weeks since the last time she and Henry spent some quality time together. So, why not give it a go right now?

She smirks and takes her coat off, but for some reason decides to take a peek inside before she enters the bathroom. She is about to use a spell she learned years ago. A spell that helped her when the king would pay her a visit.

Regina cringes with the memory and closes her eyes for a moment. Her hand moves in front of her face. If not for the bed, Regina might have fallen on the floor when she realizes what she is seeing.

Regina would never mistake that butt for anyone else's in the world. It's Henry and there are legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds the woman fast.

She can see the shape of her breast right before Henry's hand closes around it. He moves his head down to take her nipple into his mouth. Her head bumps into the wall and she rolls it to the side and the view, clear as day, makes Regina's stomach twist. Of all the women in Storybrooke, Henry is having sex with Emma.

The lump in her throat has nothing to do with sadness. The butterflies in her stomach have nothing to do with nervousness. The heat she feels taking over her face has nothing to do with shame. She's livid!

How could he do to her? More importantly, how could he do this to herself and Emma? Because for some reason Regina knows that her son is playing with them and thinking he will never get caught.

"You're in so much trouble, Henry Mills!"

Regina puts her coat back on, gets her purse and puffs her way out of the loft. Her room suffers the immediate result of her anger. Everything is in pieces by the time she manages to control her rage. A glass of whiskey surprisingly clears mind and she uses her powers to fix everything. Regina changes her clothes and puts a smile on her face just because she has to.

Half an hour later, she's greeting her secretary with a cheerful good morning and a smile on her face. After years, Ms. Dunham knows something bad has happened. The Mayor never greets her like that in the morning, and she knows that whoever pissed the Mayor off is in a lot of trouble.


"You're insatiable today," Emma's words come out strangled as he laughs out loud.

Henry has been relentless since the moment he realized they would have the loft all to themselves until Friday.

She's always had a great relationship with her son. They laugh and have fun together. They fight and cry together. He has given her everything she holds dear to her heart. He is the constant source of comfort and support in her life. She knows she can count on him at all times and circumstances.

The thing is that she had never thought this could one day turn into what they have now. It happened after a frustrating couple of months when she sought his help and support. And she lost control of the situation when she found herself naked with Henry's cock deep inside her. It has been almost a year ago.

She doesn't regret a moment after that night. Of course her instincts scream in her head for her to stop, but how can she now?

That's why she is always happy when he finds time for them. She loves when he visits her at the station in the late hours of her night shifts or when he tells everyone they'll go hiking in the woods only to find the sorcerer's house and spend the whole weekend satisfying each other.

"Should I take this as a criticism?" Henry asks as he tugs her body to the edge of the bed. He places quick kisses to her lips before pushing himself inside her again.

"Absolutely not," she nips his bottom lip and pinches his nipples at the same time, earning a groan as he sinks his cock deep within her wet heat.

"Fuck," she whimpers, kissing him hard, tangling their tongues together and wrapping her legs around his waist, urging him to pick up the pace.

Henry presses his body down to hers, shallow thrusts taking her higher and higher until she splinters around him, a cry muffled on his shoulder. Her body shakes and her legs quiver violently as she feels him groaning as he spurts his hot seed inside her.


A week goes by and Regina is still furious.

She hasn't had sex with Henry ever since she found out what he has been doing. How can he do that to her? How? And why is he so naïve to think he could do this and get away with it?

"Madam Mayor," Regina's secretary has to speak a tad louder to take Regina away from her reverie. "Miss Swan is here."

"Send her in," Regina checks her phone and waits.

"I'm wondering why I am at your office so early in the morning."

Regina's face is empty. She's learned all too well how to hide her feelings over the years, Emma knows that, so it doesn't come as a surprise as her blonde friend asks her if she's alright.

"I should be the one asking you this," Regina shoots back, the coldness in her voice making Emma cringe.

"What's happening, Regina?"

"What were you doing last Tuesday morning? I recall we agreed to meet at your parents' loft. I knocked on the door, but you weren't there, right?" Regina watches as Emma goes from comfortable to absolute uncomfortable and obviously guilty. So predictable.

"Yes… I… I left… I had to…"

"Stop it!"

"What?"

"I know exactly what you were doing last Tuesday morning."

Regina's words surprise Emma so much she has no time to hide the flush running its way up her neck. There is a moment of silence and the next second Emma is on her feet, giving a lame excuse to leave Regina's office.

"You better sit down, Ms. Swan."

"Oh man," she knows she's in trouble.

"How dare you?"

"Regina, listen, it's not like I wanted it to happen," her blonde friend starts, mixed expressions of desperation, guilt, and fear make her stutters uncontrollable.

"I'm listening."

Emma decides it's better to admit the truth and wait for the next fireball coming from Regina's hand to burn her to death. She is so mad her life will end like this.

"I'm sorry," she begins, eyes tightly shut as she sits again in front of Regina's desk. "It just happened, I know I shouldn't have let him do what he did, but I was feeling so lonely and frustrated and he was so sweet and loving…"

"Please, spare me the details because you don't need to know about mine."

Emma opens her eyes and blinks. There is confusion etched all over her face before understanding settles in.

"It can't be!"

"Why it can't be?"

"Henry told me that we should always meet in hours that you were busy here or doing something else so that we could never get caught," Regina watches as Emma's face goes from surprised to horrified to hurt. She feels for her friend and knows exactly how bad that sensation is.

"It's not possible!"

"Oh, but it is possible," Regina then picks up her phone, unlocks the screen and searches for a video. "Watch this."

The next two minutes, Regina watches as Emma's face shows all kinds of emotions. Her face turns into stone as the clip comes to an end.

"How could you, Regina?"

"How could I? Do you really think you can judge me?"

"I can, of course I can!"

"Why? Do you think you're some sort of special snowflake?"

"No, he's our son!"

"Yes, I know that very well, thank you! But I'm not the only one having sex with him!" Regina slams her fist on her desk, making Emma jump in her seat. "And I'm quite sure he is doing it behind our backs, thinking he is super smart," Regina takes a deep breath, twisting her hands, "because we probably would never know about each other, if it wasn't for the fact that I decided to use magic to see what he was doing inside your bathroom that morning before I went in," Regina blurts the words out as anger flares in her chest.

"How did you know he was there with me?"

"I didn't know he was there with you, I knew he was there because he texted me about it the night before," Regina's voice shakes, anger again creating a lump in her throat. "I just knew he was there, I wasn't expecting to see my son fucking you."

Emma's eyes fill with tears when she finally understands what Henry has been doing to them.

"I can't believe he did this," Emma finally accepts the truth.

"Neither can I, Ms. Swan," Regina drinks some water. "But we have an advantage over him now."

"Advantage?"

"He doesn't know we know about each other," Regina puts her elbows on the table, leaning forward with a determination she thought was gone. "That's why I called you here so early, Ms. Swan."

Emma's eyes are focused on whatever Regina has in mind.

"It's time for us to teach him a lesson," Emma nods as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. "A lesson on how to never play with his mothers ever again."


And that's it! Thanks for reading this, it means a lot how you guys spend precious time with this fic. Seriously!

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More importantly, Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you guys have a great time with your family and friends. See ya soon! \o