"That… was… incredible," Emma panted, gripping the sheets after rolling off of her son and lying beside him.
"Yeah?" Henry asked shyly, looking back and forth between Killian and his mother.
"Mmm," his mother hummed, eyes shut.
Killian smiled at Henry and lovingly stroked his hip.
"Such a good lad," he whispered into Henry's ear.
"Da," Henry whimpered. "D-Don't. I'm gonna get—"
"You wanna go again, bub?"
Henry shook his head and mumbled, "Can't. So. Tired."
Emma and Killian laughed at this, each reaching up to stroke his hair back.
"It's alright, baby boy," Emma whispered. "Get some rest."
"Can I stay with you?" the young man asked shyly. "Don't wanna leave…"
"Yes, lad," Killian said softly, nuzzling his neck with his own forehead.
"Da," Henry whispered, feeling sweat drip down his brow as his eyes fell closed. "Ma."
"Shh, baby," his mother cooed. "Deep breaths. Try to relax."
Henry nodded weakly and was asleep in moments.
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Henry and his parents didn't talk about what happened between them. It only continued in the bedroom at night, before bed. Henry continued to spend nights in their bed, and they always fell asleep wrapped protectively around them. In the mornings, they went about their business without commenting on the goings-on in the bedroom.
"Hey, guys?" Henry asked one morning, over breakfast. "Can I have a friend over tonight?"
"Only if they leave by nine," his mother asserted. "And I mean it, Henry. No guests after nine on a school night."
"Mom," the young man whined. "I'm eighteen now! Why can't I—"
"Don't back-talk your mother," Killian scolded him, voice stern and serious.
Henry rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Fine," and left the room.
Later that night, when his friend entered the home, both of Henry's parents looked wide-eyed at their guest.
In the kitchen, once they were alone together, Emma whispered to her husband, "Did he seriously bring a girl over?!"
Henry wasn't one to have friends that were girls, and surprised both of his parents to see them sitting together on the couch, laughing and teasing each other, like…
"Do you think…" Killian started, looking quizzically towards the entrance to the living room. "Do you think they're…"
"No way," Emma said firmly. "He's not into dating."
"Henry's getting older, love."
"Yes, but we—"
"It's perfectly normal for him to want a relationship."
"But—"
"Darling," Killian sighed. "We've gotta let him grow up. He can't be our baby boy forever."
"Sure he can," Emma grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away. "I'm going to check on them. They better not be—"
"Emma," Killian said firmly. "Take it easy, love."
Mumbling something sarcastic under her breath, Emma left the room to enter the living room. Once she rounded the corner to see the two on the couch together, with game console controllers in their hands, she was shocked to see the girl leaning against her son, with her head on his shoulder. They were both giggling, and the sound of her laugh was so incredibly exaggerated that she wanted to throw up. Henry looked happy. Of course, this wasn't what bothered Emma. What bothered Emma was the fact that this girl was hanging all over her son, in the middle of her living room.
"Everything alright in here?" she forced herself to say, voice cracking.
Henry, still laughing at whatever dumb joke his 'friend' had just made, nodded his head, saying simply, "Yep."
Raising an eyebrow at the contact they were making, Emma sighed and returned to the kitchen, where her husband was waiting for her. He was sitting on a stool with a beer in his hand, very clearly waiting for her return.
"What?" Emma snapped, scowling at him.
He was grinning as he replied, "I think you're jealous."
"Nonsense." Killian looked at her suspiciously, so she added, "You… need to fuck me."
"Sorry, what?"
"Right now."
"In the kitchen?" Killian whispered, shocked by the suggestion.
"No, idiot," his wife told him, rolling her eyes. "Upstairs. In our bed. Now."
Killian shrugged with a smirk and conceded, "Alright, love. Let's get that pretty ass in the air for me."
Emma nearly dragged him up the stairs, as if she couldn't wait a moment longer to get him inside her.
"Killian," she breathed, jerking his belt open as soon as they were in the room.
Shoving him onto the bed, Emma fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers. She could see the tent that had formed in his pants and was more than eager to free it.
"The door, love," Killian protested breathlessly, between hungry, passionate kisses.
"Leave it," the woman growled, tugging his shirt up over his head. "Fuck me."
"Love—" her husband tried, holding her hips tightly.
But she pushed his hands away, pinning his wrists above his head after jerking his pants and boxers down.
"Let me ride you," she husked, leaning in and dragging her tongue along the edge of his ear.
Killian shivered, feeling his body react and his cock grow firmer. Finally, he nodded his consent, and Emma wasted no time stripping down to nothing before mounting him. When his cock slid in, she cried out loudly and gasped for air. His girth was spreading her wide, and it was everything she needed. Well, almost everything. The harder he fucked her, the louder she became, until at last, Killian had to reach up and cover her mouth.
"Hush, love," he pleaded. "The kids will hear us."
"Let them hear," Emma growled, after shoving his hand away.
When she rocked her hips forward, sliding herself along his firm, eager cock, Killian found himself unable to protest.
As she cried out louder, he finally stilled her hips and blurted, "Oh, my God. You're doing this on purpose!"
Emma shrugged her shoulders and commented, "Why shouldn't we make him jealous?"
"Oh, love… This is…"
"Just shut up and fuck me."
Killian opened his mouth to protest, but it turned into a loud grown as she slammed down onto him, taking all of him in in one go.
"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Make noise for me. Tell me how good it feels."
Suddenly, Killian's thoughts drifted to his stepson, sitting downstairs on the couch, allowing some girl to flirt with him, and he felt the pangs of jealousy tugging at his own heartstrings.
Giving in to Emma's plan, he allowed himself to cry out loudly, "Yes, love. That's it. Harder. Harder."
As soon as Henry heard the gasps, grunts, moans, and cries of his parents, his eyes went wide, and he froze, muscles stiffening,
Oh, shit, he was thinking, as he told his friend, "Um… I think you should go."
"But—" she protested.
Then, she heard the noises too.
"Uh… Okay," she conceded, quickly gathering her things.
"S-Sorry," Henry muttered. "They're, uh… pretty gross."
His friend let out a nervous laugh and looked into his eyes, asking, "See you tomorrow?"
Henry nodded, offering a weak smile before she leaned in and surprised him with a soft kiss.
Henry's muscles stiffened in protest as he said, "See you tomorrow."
As soon as the front door was closed, Henry bolted up the stairs and ran into his parents' room.
"Are you fucking serious?" he shouted. "She was—"
Emma and Killian froze, and without turning around, Emma asked, "What's the matter, Henry? Jealous?"
Henry let out a low growl and approached the bed.
Grinding his teeth, and shot back, "No. You just embarrassed the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, lad," Killian said sarcastically. "Not our fault we can't keep our hands off each other. Oh, and you should feel her…" Then, the man whispered, "Slick… Wet… Ready. Clenching."
Henry's jaw dropped as he groaned. His mother dismounted her lover and looked at him, but he was distracted by the view of Killian's cock sliding out of her core, shimmering with her fluids.
"Oh, and he's so hard, Henry," Emma taunted her son. "So big. Stretching me so good. Just want him to come inside me."
Slowly, she sunk back down onto Killian's waiting erection and let out a low, exaggerated moan.
"Oh, gods, Hen," she whimpered. "He feels so good."
Feeling his mouth water, Henry stared.
"Care to join us, lad?" Killian teased, grinning at his stepson as the young man remained frozen and captivated by the sight of his own parents fucking.
Henry could no longer speak, so he simply stepped forward and began unzipping his fly. He was so hard it hurt, and Emma's desperate moans weren't helping the situation. By the time he was naked, he felt as though one quick stroke would make him climax.
"You're been naughty," Emma told her son, as he climbed into the bed beside him. "Very, very naughty."
"Punish me, then," Henry dared her defiantly.
Killian raised an eyebrow at this and told him, "I'd be careful with that, if I were you, lad. Your mother's a tiger when she gets mad."
"I can take it," Henry said. "Go ahead. Punish me."
Trying to keep calm and serious, but feeling a fresh wave of arousal dripping from her cunt and leaking out around her husband's throbbing cock, Emma replied, "Lie back."
Dismounting Killian once again, to his dismay, she straddled her son's thighs and stared down into his eyes with intensity.
"I'm gonna ride you, now," she warned him, gripping his aching member.
Before he could speak, she was sinking down onto him, earning a loud, low groan from his lips.
"Kiss me," Emma whispered, leaning down and continuing to rock her hips, more subtly than she had with her husband.
This, of course, served to bring Henry even more pain in his balls as they begged for release, but he obeyed, taking his mother's lips and sucking on her tongue. Emma slid up and down on his cock in a slow, steady rhythm, until he was whimpering. Killian remained by their side – penis still erect and waiting – stroking his stepson's sweat-soaked hair back.
"Ma—" Henry gasped, his voice cracking. "Mumma."
"You gonna come, baby?" she teased him, roughly twisting one his nipples.
Henry nodded frantically and whined, "Please, Mumma."
"Good," Emma purred, then sent a wave of complete shock all the way down her son's spine when she gripped his neck roughly, putting pressure on the sides where blood flow traveled to his brain.
Henry gasped loudly and choked on a lack of oxygen as she cut off the blood flow, sending him into a haze of ecstasy.
"That feel good?" Emma asked, her tone softening with care and concern.
When Henry struggled to nod, she smiled and started to fuck him harder, bouncing on his cock as her grip on his throat tightened. Hit with a bombshell of pleasure and pain, Henry's cock emptied its sperm into his mother's waiting cunt in the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
Nearly having passed out, Henry was left breathless when his mother finally released her hold on his throat.
"M-M…" he tried, but was unable to make more sounds to form words.
"That'll teach you to bring girls home," Killian laughed, kissing Henry's forehead. "Huh, lad?"
Henry nodded enthusiastically as his eyes fell shut.