First, as promised, and surprisingly quick, here is part two. It was an interesting challenge to bring this to life, so I naturally hope it's nice for you guys!
Second, thanks to my beta, who's the best in reassuring this wasn't an insane thing to do XD~ Thanks again, Temera! 3
Third, I speak too much, enjoy the reading!
It's Christmas Eve and Henry Mills is walking as fast as he can.
His plans for this Christmas had involved his grandparents spending the night with Emma, so he could spend it with Regina. And the next day they would spend it with Regina and he with Emma. It was a perfect plan at first, but now everything is ruined thanks to Snow's insufferable love for Christmas. Why did she have to go to New York City?
"Merry Christmas, Henry!"
"Yeah, whatever!"
Leroy glares at him and throws a slur towards the young Charming. Henry shows his middle finger to the dwarf as he keeps walking.
The streets are incredibly filled with people; parents are still buying presents, children play with snow, and the dwarves start a snowball war.
But Henry is part angry, part excited. Regina has texted early in the morning saying she had wanted to spend the night with him. Of course, she would not take no for an answer.
He smiles, thinking that the Christmas spirit has changed her heart. She has been ignoring him for almost two weeks now and he was about to beg her to let him have his way with her. Then, she texts him and gives new hope to his night. He has no idea what he has done to her, but he is willing to beg her to let him fuck her.
He walks past friends and colleagues, everyone smiling at him as though he is just anxious to get to his mother's. And he can't lie, he would love to have both together.
Sometimes he daydreams about them together, naked and sweaty, bodies sliding together. He adjusts himself as he realizes his cock is rock hard inside his pants and he is still half way home. Damn!
"Henry, wait!" It's Archie.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk?"
"Now?"
"It's going to be quick, just a word."
And then 35 minutes later, Henry is asking himself why he believes Archie when he says he wants to have a quick word with anyone.
"Archie, I'm sure this conversation is important, but my mom is waiting for me at home." Henry gets up from the booth at Granny's, throwing his scarf around his neck and putting his coat on. "Can we end this conversation another day?"
"Yeah, of course!" His friend looks sad and Henry feels bad for him.
"Listen, what do you say Tuesday night at this very booth? I'll be all eyes and ears for you," the young boy smiles to his friend, recognizing the gratitude before he hugs him and leaves.
The streets are fairly empty now, so it takes him only 10 minutes to cover the distance between Granny's and the mansion.
"Mom!" He yells, expecting to see the living room well lit and the smell of food hitting his nostrils. Instead, he finds the house completely empty and dark. What the hell? "Mom, where are you?"
"Here!" Henry's neck cracks as his head twists towards the study.
The door is opened and he recognizes the soft scent and the yellow glow from those candles Regina likes to buy from the Sisters.
When he steps inside, the room is completely different from what he's used to. The tall bookshelves were replaced by what he believes to be fake walls painted in black. The windows are blocked and her desk is gone as he sees her large chair turn.
"Holy…"
"Good evening, son!"
Henry gulps and lets his hand touch the front of his jeans. She's sitting on the chair, leg thrown over the arm. She's touching herself and smirking.
"Do you want a bucket, Henry?"
"What?"
"I asked if you want a bucket."
"What for?"
"You're practically drooling, boy!"
He grins at her when she gestures for him to strip. "One must not pass the threshold of this door if dressed."
There's a pile of clothes by the door when he's finally granted the permission to enter. And he steps towards her like a hungry man.
"Stop right there," she holds her hand up and he stops right away. Her eyes travel up and down his body; she wants to make this plan go through as it has to, but she's so weak for him. She knows Henry can read her like few people can, so she must stick to the plan and do what she has to do now.
"You're not allowed to touch me at all," she speaks as though she's not interested in what's happening. "If you touch me without my permission, you'll lose your Christmas present."
Henry gulps and wonders how long he will resist without touching her. He loves to feel the softness of her body, the tender warmth that comes from her curves, the delicious taste of her sex.
"Alright, mom."
"I don't recall giving you permission to speak!"
His eyes are wide open and surprised. His cock, obviously, twitches and she smirks. Maybe, this is not going to be as difficult as she predicted.
"Hands behind your back," she commands, standing up and earning a hungry look from him as he watches her breasts bounce when she walks towards him. "Close your eyes and don't you dare open them or I'll send you outside … naked."
Henry figures that it might not be that difficult to indulge Regina's wishes. Right now, it doesn't matter why she has been ignoring him; she's here and willing to give him a Christmas present, so he can obviously sacrifice some control for a bigger prize in the end.
There's a shuffling noise to his right followed by a thudding sound as though something has fallen down. He's anxious to know what's happening, but he doesn't want to freeze outside, so he remains in silence with his eyes shut and cock begging for some attention.
And that comes in the form of a wet tongue flicking the tip of his shaft, making him exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding back. Henry gasps when her lips suck on the engorged head in quick motions as she places her hands on his thighs. His legs shake a bit and he feels them turning into jelly with the way she takes him in her mouth.
In no time he feels the head of his cock touching the back of her throat – she must have been practicing because this was never easy for Regina. He smirks, relaxing a bit just before the moan that escapes her throat, catches him off guard and vibrates all over his body; he gasps out loud.
He lulls his head to the side and wishes he was in bed. It would be easier to hold himself still and obedient, especially when he realizes his hand moves forward and he almost touches her hair.
She sinks her short nails into his flesh and he feels a sting pain as she silently warns him. "Don't you dare, boy!" Her voice is husky and calm, but he doesn't pay much attention to it. His mind is foggy and lost in the sensations of her tongue passing up and down his length, flicking the tip before taking him repeatedly into her warm mouth.
And that's when something happens. Something that shocks Henry to his core when he feels another mouth take one of his balls. What?
There, kneeling in front of him, as naked as Regina, is Emma looking up with the same expression he had seen in Regina's eyes during those days she was ignoring him. Oh no!
"What the…"
"Shut it, Henry," Regina speaks quickly, waving her hand and silencing him for a moment. "You know very well what's happening."
"How could you do this to us, Henry?" Emma asks and stands up; his eyes follow the movement of her breasts, the creamy flesh making his mouth water. "Eyes up here, boy!"
He looks up and recognizes disappointment and anger in her look. Oh shit!
"I … I didn't plan anything, it just happened, okay?" He's shaking so badly Regina feels her motherly instinct kicking in, but she puts it aside. Not today!
"It would be fine if you had had the mind to talk about it with us," Emma stops behind him, hands groping his ass before she faces him once again.
"I don't think so, ma," he replies with a cocky grin on his face. "I'm sure there would have been a fight or something," he adds and expects her to understand his decision. "Besides, I quickly realized we could win, the three of us, with how everything turned out."
"It's unbelievable that you don't realize how despicable your actions were." Regina is now at his side, looking down and watching as his cock twitches. "And he's aroused, unbelievable!"
"What should I do, mom? It literally happened the same week," he looks back and forth to them with a wicked grin, hoping to be "punished" by them. "I just let it flow, and it was working very well, if you ask me."
"I cannot believe you did this," Emma crosses her arms over her chest and adds. "I'm so disappointed in you."
"I'm repeating: I didn't plan anything, it just happened. Besides you two can't judge me," he shifts, looking at them. "As far as I know, none of you ever complained of the many orgasms I gave you both."
"This is unbelievable," Emma walks around him again and looks into his eyes.
"Listen," he speaks softly, trying to make them understand his side. "I never planned any of this, I just wanted to help and we ended up having sex," Regina rolled her eyes. "You can't be so mad at me about something you two like very much," he smirks, trying to soften their resolve.
"It doesn't matter, Henry, you've been using us and never worried about getting caught." Regina spits the words in his face, grasping his jaw to make him look into her anger filled eyes. "You'll learn how to not mess with us."
"What… what do… what do you mean, mom?"
Regina stands by Emma's side and waves her hand. Henry feels that weird sensation of being turned into vapor only to be solidified again as he recognizes she is sending him somewhere.
He feels his body landing atop something soft. He opens his eyes to find himself inside Regina's bedroom. Maybe this punishment isn't going to be that bad after all, he thinks, until he tries to move.
The bed has been removed from its normal place and it's now in the middle of the room, flanked by two small bedside tables. He tries to move to his side to open the drawers only to realize that he is tied to the bed; legs and hands safely secured by magic.
"You see, Henry," Emma speaks calmly as she walks in, looking so hot he could fuck her right away. "Naughty boys deserve punishment, and as we are your mothers, Regina and I have decided that you must learn how to behave when it comes to the both of us."
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll learn, boy," Regina comes right behind Emma and stops behind her with a wicked grin on her face. She covers one of Emma's breasts with her small hand, stroking the soft flesh before she rolls the rosy nipple between her fingers. "Emma and I will teach you a lesson on how to behave."
Henry is equal parts confused and aroused, maybe he shouldn't be aroused, but he can't help it as his eyes are glued to the view of Regina playing with Emma's breasts.
"Mom, please!"
Regina looks up at her writhing son and smirks. She and Emma have been sucking Henry's cock for awhile now. They build up the tension only to leave him hanging by a thread. He spends many minutes on his own until he's cooled enough for them to go back and tease him mercilessly.
"Please what, Henry?"
"I… please… I need… I want to…"
"Poor thing," Emma comes in caring a tray with juice, wine and some food. The night is still young and she likes the way their little plan is working.
She and Regina have been giving him a lesson on how important it is to tell the truth for the past hour. The truth, whatever it is, must always be told to his mothers.
"Say it, Henry!"
"Mom…"
"Come here, Emma," Regina gestures and her blonde friend comes closer. The mayor whispers something into her ear and she smirks. Here comes the alternative part of the plan.
Henry's mind is too foggy to realize that Emma is climbing on the bed, straddling his hips as she grasps his cock and lowers herself onto him.
"Oh fuck!"
"Yes, something like that, boy!"
She slowly takes him in to the hilt. He jerks his hips up, but she gives him no reason to do it again as she lowers her head and bites on his right nipple. He gasps and tries to free himself from the magical bond keeping him frustrated on the bed.
There's a grin on full display in her beautiful face as she places her hands on his chest for leverage and starts riding him. Her hips move up and down slowly, taking him deeper every time she slams herself down his cock.
Emma looks down at her son. She watches as his expression changes from delight, when he realizes she's about to ride him, to utter desperation when she stands up, leaving his cock drenched in her juices and his heart racing.
"For someone to always tell the truth," Regina begins as she grasps his cock with her tiny hand. She strokes him a few times before she runs her tongue from base to tip. "It's important to understand that trust comes with practice. That's your number one lesson."
"And for that to happen," Emma's voice is close to his ear now, breathing hotly, sending shivers down his body. "One must put his mouth to good use and always tell the truth as it is."
Henry has little time to process what she means. The mattress dips again and this time he smells her so close his mouth actually waters. If this is the lesson they want to teach him, he's more than determined to get the highest scores of his life.
"Stick your tongue out," Emma demands and he does as told, all too happy to have her sitting on his face like that. They've never done it before.
And she parts her pussy lips and gently sits on his tongue. He moans as she moves her hips over his mouth. Her hand is on his hair as she rides him like he's never been ridden before. He moves his tongue and pushes it inside her; she groans louder and curses, quickening the moves of her hips as she's comes hard, collapsing to his side.
Henry grins for a moment when he realizes that he is good at this. He feels proud and even a bit cocky, but the sentiment soon changes. He still feels unsatisfied and frustrated. This can't go on.
"Tell me, Henry," Regina's voice is soft and calm. He opens his eyes to find her lying next to him, a grin gracing her lips. "How does Emma taste?"
He frowns. This is an unexpected question; one he can answer, for sure, but one that leaves him confused.
"Wonderful," a simple answer might be enough, he thinks.
"How wonderful?"
"I… there's something that's uniquely hers, I can't describe it, but there's a sweet taste as well, and..." he doesn't know how to put into words what he knows by heart, and it shows in his face.
"I see," is Regina's only reply to his attempt as she closes the distance between them and fuses their lips together.
She moans, tongue lacing with his as Henry feels her lips slightly turning into a smile when she ends the kiss.
"It's interesting, but tasting from the source is better, don't you think?"
And it happens so quickly Henry only gapes at the sight before him. Regina is between Emma's legs, lapping at her folds, tongue flicking her entrance. She sucks at her clit and grazes it with her teeth as she dips two fingers inside the savior.
Henry twitches, fighting the restraints until his wrists and ankles hurt. This view, Regina eating Emma out is the thing he never knew he needed, but the one he needs to be part of.
"Fuck," he groans, speaking loud enough to make Regina raise her head. "Let me go!"
"She tastes to me like honey and wild flowers, which is a weird combination, but one I am enjoying very much." Regina dips her head, and Henry watches as she moves between Emma's legs. He can feel it, how much Regina is enjoying torturing him like that.
Emma knows this is part of the plan. She knows they should be only a one time thing, but it's not like that. She knows that it would happen some day (with or without Henry). Still, it doesn't change the fact that she is overcome by the way Regina's mouth moves skillfully over her sex. Who knew, right?
She thrashes her head this way and that, fighting to keep the slim control that disappears the moment she feels like she was sucker punched. The orgasm is so strong she barely registers the moment Regina leaves the bed.
Henry's frustration is strong at the moment. He feels like he could use a fleshlight, his own hand or something else to ease the painful sensation in his balls. Why are they doing this to him?
Emma is still by his side. She has a smile so bright on her face he actually feels like a failure. He has never seen her that way when they had sex before.
"Ma, please, let me come!" He begs when Emma lifts her head to look at him. Her eyes travel up and down his body as she wraps her hand around him. She looks up and needs only a dozen strokes to have his hips arching off the bed, seed splashing all over his belly.
She waits for his eyes to open again. Henry has a small smile on his lips and it's clear for her that it's time to finish lesson one and begin lesson number two.
Regina chooses this moment to come in. She looks at Emma, and it's like one knows exactly what the other is thinking. Henry gulps and feels like this can't be good for him, not while he's tied up to the bed.
"You see, Henry, when you tell the truth something incredible happens: trust comes to light. If you trust a person enough with your life, you can also trust that person with your naughty little secrets," Emma speaks like a teacher, which is strangely arousing. Henry just doesn't need to know that Regina is also experiencing the same thing. "And that's lesson number two, boy, trust is the most precious treasure that comes with telling the truth."
There's a moment of silence, broken by Regina's snort as Henry looks up at them the moment he jumps with surprise. Their tongues are lapping every drop of cum that landed on his stomach. And he thinks that's the hottest thing that's ever happened to him until Emma and Regina defy his logic. They exchange a heated kiss that's full of tongue and teeth. Hands fist on luscious hair, breasts touch when their bodies come closer. He can feel the heat coming off their bodies.
Regina knows this is part of the plan. She understands that it's necessary, but she's having a hard time controlling herself with the way Emma seems to be so comfortable when her right hand idly travels down Regina's side to cup her sex.
It had been awkward when she suggested that they needed to add the sexual aspect between them for a higher effect on Henry. She just didn't know her body would enjoy Emma's so much. It's an added complication she wasn't expecting to happen.
So, instead of focusing on trouble, she breaks the kiss and turns to Henry again.
"Hard as a rock," she laughs.
"Just like you said," Emma shakes her head and smiles.
"You see, Henry," Regina begins again, turning her attention to her smart son. "Lesson two is about knowing the people around you; knowing them enough to trust them with everything in your life." She looks down at him before she wraps her hand around his cock. He groans, shooting his hips up, practically begging for her to do something.
"And when you trust them, you can completely open yourself up to them," Emma completes and takes his other side. "Lesson number three is about living lessons number one and two to the fullest," she gazes into his eyes. "And you will live both right now!"
Henry feels when the magical restraint fades and his hands are free again. Regina goes down on him and wraps her lips around his cock; she bobs her head up and down with great enthusiasm as he pushes his hips up, sending more of his shaft down her throat. She takes him, hands fondling his balls as she feels his legs start to quiver.
She lifts her head and gasps. Regina rests her head on his thigh and Henry looks ahead to find Emma with both her hands firmly placed on Regina's butt cheeks, tongue lapping at her pussy from behind. There's something insane about this, about them breaking a barrier he never thought would go down.
"Mom, do you trust Emma enough to let her do that to you?"
"Yes," Regina's reply comes in the form of a strangled whimper.
"Why?"
"Because she's family, and that's what we do, boy, we trust each other with everything!"
Emma is kneading Regina's butt. Her eyes are dark and filled with desire.
"Ma, I never thought…"
"We are family, Henry," she begins and Henry watches with wide eyes as her fingers dip inside Regina's pussy. The mayor moans and pushes her hips against Emma's hand. "Lies and secrets weaken our bond, we need you to understand that," she gestures between them, " this isn't just for the sex, it's much more than that."
And it happens fast once again as Emma grabs hold of Regina's hips, turns her body around and opens her legs. She parts Regina's pussy lips and laps at her flowing juices, the taste resembling a combination of strawberry and lemon. "She tastes delicious, how could you leave me out of this?" Emma keeps lapping, sucking, flicking her entrance and pushing her tongue inside until her brunette friend is writhing in ecstasy.
It takes a moment for Henry to finally understand that he's hurt both his moms while trying to be smart. He feels ashamed and sad for what he did and vows that he will never disappoint them with lies ever again.
But he dare not interfere in the beauty of the moment as Emma climbs on top of Regina's body. Their eyes lock together and lips follow closely as arms wind around each other and the only thing Henry can actually see is fate happening at last.
He stays still contemplating them for a long moment. There is truth and trust in his heart when he decides that this belongs to him as well. He watches a little more as Regina's leg rests on Emma's shoulder. Henry can see the surprise in her eyes, not because it's new but because she missed the sensation of having someone this intimate.
He wonders who was this woman, but has no time to say anything as he watches Emma slowly grinding their sexes together. Their hips move together in an almost perfect motion set for pleasure and abandon.
He can't do what he wants to do. His eyes witness love and trust like he's never seen before. The mattress dips with his weight as he brushes the tip of his cock to Regina's lips and she takes him again, sucking on the head before flicking the tip. Henry reaches out and squeezes one of Emma's breasts; he pulls her nipples, and bends forward to take it into his mouth. Their gasps fill the room; the scent of sex heightens his senses as his hips jerk.
Henry tries, but watching Emma bend forward to kiss Regina as they move faster is enough to send him over the edge. He watches his mothers pleasure each other in a way he has never thought possible.
Perhaps this is all they wanted to teach him tonight. Trust, love and truth walk hand in hand and this realization sets him free for life.
This is it, folks! 2016 comes to an end in a matter of days, so I'd like to wish to all of you the best year ever in 2017. Remember to be nice to yourselves and to others as well. Love and let love lead the way. Smile and be sure that bad days happen, but they do not last forever.
Also, this is probably the last piece to get published this year. I've got other things already started, but I'm not worried about bring anything new up any time soon (this also means that I can publish before the year ends, I never know lol). So, thanks for the company along the way. It was nice to bring this up and I hope I can give it some new pieces next year. And there's Power and other projects... too many things for 2017! I'm excited, tbh!
Anyway, happy new year, people! Stay safe! :)
