"God, I can't believe it's been three months since we've seen him," Regina told her wife, her voice cracking slightly as they waited in the car at the train station.

"I know," Emma said with a smile. "I bet he's got a beard and everything now."

"Oh, my God, Emma. Don't say that!"

"Why?"

"Because that would be awful!"

With a bright laugh, Emma shook her head and nudge's her wife's shoulder, then turned her attention out the window to watch the train pull up.

"Here we go," Emma teased. "Moment of truth. I'm betting it's a whole inch long."

"Stop it!"

"I'm just kidding, Regina. Relax. What are you so tense about?"

"I…"

"Oh…" the blonde said slowly. "Listen… I'm sure it's going to fine. He's-"

"There he is."

Both women threw open their car doors and made their way to the platform.

"Henry!" Emma cried, instantly wrapping her arms around the young man.

"Hi, mom," Henry said softly, kissing his mother's cheek and embracing her.

When Emma started to pull away, his eyes fell on his adoptive mother, who was smiling at his nervously.

"Mom," he said, smiling back at her before pulling her into his arms.

"We missed you, Henry," the brunette sighed, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

"I missed you both too."

"Aww, c'mon," Emma cut in with a grin. "Don't lie. You've been having a blast without us."

But when Henry pulled out of the embrace and looked at her, she could see that something was wrong.

"Let's go home," she said quickly, walking back to the car.

Once they were home, all three of them sat down on the couch in front of the television.

"What's going on, Hen?" Emma finally asked, looking at her son with concern in her eyes. "What happened?"

"I'm failing all my classes and I started doing coke," he told them, stone-faced and serious.

"You what?!" Regina shouted, rising from her seat and turning to glare at him.

"I'm kidding!" Henry laughed, leaning back against the couch.

But this wasn't even funny to Emma, who usually shared his sense of humor. She could see how distressed her wife had become upon hearing the comment.

"Very funny!" Regina spat. "Very, very funny. Is that the kind of humor you learned in college?"

"Mom," Henry said softly, suddenly serious again. "It's okay. I'm okay."

She continued to glare at him until he touched her arm lightly. The touch startled her, and she felt her skin tingle where his fingers had left their invisible mark.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, seeing the pain in her eyes. "I know you worry about me. I'm doing fine in my classes, and I've been staying out of trouble. I love you. I'd never disappoint you like that."

This early a weak smile from his mother, who leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger on his skin for a little longer than was necessary.

Once Regina had sat back down on the other side of Henry, they turned the television on and proceeded to sit quietly until the grandfather clock in the next room struck eleven.

"Jeez, it got late fast," Henry commented with a yawn.

"You must be exhausted," Regina offered, touching her son's shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed," Emma said, her tone bright and warm.

Henry and Regina both froze, interpreting the simple statement.

"I…" Emma started, realizing how her words may have sounded. "I just meant… You should sleep. We should too."

With a weak nod, Henry rose from his seat and disappeared up the staircase, his parents close behind him.

The woman had just barely gotten into their pajamas when they heard a knock at the door.

They shared a nervous glance before Emma called out, "Come in, Henry."

He was crying.

"Henry! Baby! What's wrong? Come here, honey," Regina urged him.

Falling into his mother's arms, Henry sniffled, "I missed you two. I hate school. I want to come home."

"Oh, Henry," Emma sighed, rubbing his back lightly. "College is an adjustment for everyone. It's not easy. Just give it time. It's only been two months."

"But I want to stay here with you!" he cried loudly.

Regina hushed him and kissed his cheek, cradling his head. She was surprised when he climbed onto the bed and into her lap, draping his arms around her neck.

"I love you," he whined.

"We love you too, Henry," the brunette replied. "It's going to be okay."

"I'm not going back."

"Yes, you are," Emma told him firmly. "You're going back after the holiday, and that's final."

His tears turned into sobs, and his mothers shared another glance before Regina leaned back on the bed, gently pulling him with her and holding him against her chest, with his head resting on her breast.

"Shh. It's alright, my prince. We're right here."

Then, Emma proceeded to rub his back again, until his chest stopped heaving, and the sound of his sobbing began to quiet down.

"Do you want to sleep in here with us, buddy?" Emma asked him, as her wife stroked his hair back.

Nodding weakly, he cuddled closer to Regina. Emma joined them and draped an arm around both of them, resting her own head on Regina's shoulder.

"Goodnight, my lovelies," she said softly, shutting her eyes.

They fell asleep almost instantly. After an hour or so, Henry woke with a start, covered in sweat. He'd begun to thrash in the night, and Regina had held him tightly, trying to calm him until his eyes snapped open. She could feel his heart slamming hard against his ribcage as his chest pressed against hers.

"Shh, my prince. Mommy's here."

"Emma," he whimpered, reaching for her hand.

She rubbed her eyes quickly, then took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles.

"Get some rest, Hen. It was just a bad dream."

"Sing to me," he said suddenly, looking at Emma.

She hesitated at first, but complied. After five or six minutes of this, with Regina now rubbing his back to keep him calm, his breathing slowed.

"Feeling better?" Regina asked, once he lifted his head slightly, after Emma had stopped singing.

With a slow nod, Henry looked down. The curves of her breasts were covered in sweat. The heat of his body had likely caused this, and he quickly felt embarrassed for his clinging behavior and the thoughts he was suddenly having about his mother's glistening body.

"I should go," he blurted.

"You don't have to go, Henry," Regina told him softly, continuing to rub his back. "Go back to sleep, if you'd like."

"But I… I…" he started, but found himself unable to finish when he felt the sensation of his bare thighs pressed against hers, with Emma's leg draped over Regina's and pressing against his.

His boxers had ridden up, as had Regina's nightgown, and the contact of hot, sweaty skin on skin made him shiver as he thought back to the night they had taught him everything he knew about sex.

"Hen…ry…" Regina managed to squeak out, upon feeling his cock start to stiffen against her thigh. "You should… You should really try to sleep…"

Emma couldn't feel this, though, and had no idea why her wife's voice sounded so unsure and had gone up in pitch, so she opened her eyes again and looked at the two of them. Henry noticed her looking and caught her gaze, his cheeks turning bright red as shame washed over him.

"I-" he started.

"It's okay, Henry," Regina told him, pressing her hands against his lower back, urging him to relax.

What she had not intended was for his length to be stimulated by the increased pressure, and she was surprised when she felt it grow against her.

"M-Mom," he stuttered.

Instantly, Emma realized what was going on, and she reached out, stroking her hand down his arm.

"Do you want to stay?" she asked him seriously.

Henry hesitated.

"Tell the truth, Henry," Regina said.

"Yes."

"Then relax, baby boy," Emma said with a smile, running her hand down his arm again.

He tried. He really did. But the thoughts in his mind kept him awake and alert, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to put his hands on Regina's waist.

"Mom…" he said slowly, moving his thumbs over her hip bones.

"Henry, I-"

"Are you okay?" Emma cut in, sitting up and starting to massage his back. "We love you, Henry."

When the young man nodded and said weakly, "I love you too," Emma slowly reached around to his front, between his body and her wife's, and rubbed him lightly through the bunched up fabric of his boxers. When she pulled her hand away, of course, he was even harder, and when Regina felt the length of him, her heart began to race.

"You're a good boy, Hen," Emma cooed in his ear, kissing his neck from the side.

"I want you," he blurted. "I want you both so bad. It's all I can think about. I just want to come home."

"You can't stay home, Henry," Regina told him firmly.

"But we can make tonight memorable," Emma added.

Gently, she pulled his shoulder back slightly and rolled him over, away from Regina, so that his back was on the bed, and removed his boxers carefully, allowing her nails to rake over his bare skin all the way down.

Henry shivered.

"Mom, please."

"I think your body wants more practice," Emma teased him, stroking his hair back and kissing his forehead as she straddled his lap.

He nodded vigorously, then whimpered as her hands found his length. At first, Regina simply watched, dazed by the beautiful sight of her son's hard cock glistening with precum as her wife stroked him.

"Do you want to try something new?" Emma asked him, a spark flashing behind her eyes.

Again, Henry nodded eagerly.

"I think you should let me give you head while your mother sits on your face."

When Henry stared blankly, heart slamming in his chest with anticipation, Regina asked, "Are… Are you up for that?"

"Do you want to?" he countered quickly.

"I…"

Slowly, Emma took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of it and licking the precum from the slit at the tip.

He groaned at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth surrounding him, but came back to his senses enough to look over at Regina and say, "Come here. I want to taste you."

The words instantly made Regina wet, as if the sensation of his cock hard against her thigh – hard for her and her wife – wasn't enough to arouse her. She carefully knelt with one knee on either side of his head and lowered herself until his tongue cleaned the fluid between her legs.

"God, you taste good," he gasped.

"You do too, baby boy," Emma commented, then sucked him back into her mouth, this time all the way, until the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.

"Mmm," Regina moaned, feeling her son's tongue press into her hot, pulsing core. "Henry."

He continued to lick her as Emma gently fondled his balls while continuing to suck him off, which pushed him right to the edge of his peak. This continued until he was shaking, and as Emma felt it, she sucked harder.

When she realized that he was holding back, she said, "It's okay, Hen. Cum for me, baby boy."

This was enough encouragement for him to shoot his load into the back of her throat as soon as she took his cock back into her mouth, and he lifted his hips as he came, crying out. As soon as it was over though, he resumed his task of stimulating the brunette as he licked her clit and gripped her hips to hold her still. She was starting to shake too.

"That's it, Hen," Emma said, after wiping her son's cum off her lips. "She's gonna cum. Keep going."

"Oh, fuck," Regina groaned. "Henry. Henry, my prince. Oh, fuck."

Then, she was coming undone, a new flood of her arousal dripping onto his chin as she cried out his name and came hard from his tongue.

In the middle of the night, after they'd collapsed, wrapped in each other's arms, Henry woke from a bad dream with a start.

"Baby boy?" Emma asked softly, rubbing her eyes. "You okay?"

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he replied, "Yeah. Bad dream."

"Aww. I'm sorry, bud."

She pulled him tighter against her chest, but it wasn't enough to calm him. In fact, his heart raced harder as he thought about his dream and tried to fall back to sleep. Finally, when he did fall asleep, he began to whimper.

"Hen?" Regina asked, pressing her hand against his lower back. "Wake up, baby. You're having a nightmare."

He woke again with a start, sweating once more.

"You left me," he whined. "You said you didn't want me anymore and you left me."

"Oh, Henry," Regina sighed, kissing his forehead. "That will never happen."

Slowly, Emma stirred awake from the sound of their conversation and sat up.

"Your mother is right. That will never happen."

"But-"

"Shh. We love you."

"I-"

"We love you," Regina jumped in. "More than anything."

"Really?" Henry squeaked, tears forming in his eyes.

"Yes, baby boy. More than anything."

Slowly, he began to relax as he let his head fall to Regina's chest. The feeling of her breast beneath his cheek, soft and supple, began to comfort him.

"You okay?" Emma asked, when she heard his breathing starting to slow.

"Yeah…"

Cutting in, Regina pressed, "What's the matter?"

"I'm still… I…"

Both were confused by his lack of a straightforward answer, so they simply waited for him to say more. He didn't, though. Instead, he slid a hand over each one of their bare abdomens. The fact that their skin was sticking together from Henry's sweat didn't help him calm back down.

"Oh," Emma said with a sly, knowing smile. "You wanna go again, Hen?"

Blushing, Henry nodded his head slowly.

Slowly, Emma pulled him on top of her.

"You wanna fuck us, Hen?"

"Y-Yes. I-I mean… if that's what you want."

"I'd like that. Regina?"

The brunette smiled and nodded, rubbing her son's back, then lightly dragging her nails down his skin. She could feel his body shiver as soon as she did this, and she found herself loving the fact that she could get such a strong reaction from him. That she could make him feel so good.

"How do you want it, baby boy?" Regina asked him, stroking his hair back. "We'll give it to you however you want."

"I want… I wanna be inside Emma first."

"Okay, sweetheart. I think she's ready for you. Why don't you check?"

Hesitantly, Henry dipped his fingers between Emma's folds and felt how soaked she was. Pulling his hand away, he saw the glistening arousal on his fingers and licked them clean with a smile. To her own surprise, this made Emma's heart stop. There was something so sexy about having her fluids in his mouth.

"Is she ready?" Regina asked with a smile.

With a nod, Henry positioned himself between Emma's legs. Feeling that he was stiffened but not quite hard enough to fuck her, Emma reached out and stroked his length, pinching the tip slightly to give him extra stimulation. His hips jerked forward, pushing his cock into her hand, when he felt this.

"Mom," he whimpered. "I wanna be inside you."

"Do it, Hen," Emma husked. "Put your cock in me."

He did as he was told, slipping into her slowly and letting out a long, low groan as he felt his length being enveloped by the tightness of her walls.

"Mom."

"Yes, baby boy," Emma moaned softly. "That's it, honey. Give it to me."

Rocking his hips forward and back again, Henry began to thrust himself into her, filling her to the brim with his length and earning a gasp or a moan with every movement.

Watching the beautiful sight in anguish and feeling an intense longing for stimulation, Regina slowly began to touch herself, rubbing her clit in small circles until her walls started to clench. The louder her wife's moans became and the louder her son grunted every time he thrust into her with force, the closer Regina came to her climax.

"Fuck," she gasped. "You two are so beaut-" But she was cut off by the wave of her own orgasm, and as it crashed over her, her words died in her throat, and she let out a strangled cry.

Still thrusting deep, Henry reached over, hearing his mother's orgasm, and put his hand on her arm. He left it there as he thrust harder and harder, until he was cumming inside Emma's core and splashing his seed inside her.

"Hen," Emma moaned, feeling him cum. "Please. A little more. I'm so close."

Feeling delirious from the pleasure of his intense orgasm, Henry struggled to keep thrusting, but he didn't stop. Instead, he slammed his hips forward hard and fast until her body was shaking and tears filled her eyes.

"Hen!"

"Emma," Regina whispered, reaching over and pinching her nipples. This was enough to push her over the edge as Henry continued to fuck her through the waves of her climax.

"Oh, God. God. Fuck."

Then, it was finally over, leaving her whole body still shaking.

Exhausted from the effort, Henry collapsed and melted into his mother's body. They fell asleep like that, completely worn out from their releases.

In the morning, they ate breakfast together and ended up sitting on the couch in front of the television in the den. They watched quietly at first, until Henry became distracted and slid his hand over Regina's thigh. She was started and turned to face him. When Emma saw what had happened, she smiled at them. Then, both women noticed the large bulge in Henry's sweatpants.

"Aww, baby," Emma cooed. "You ready again already?"

He turned red instantly, embarrassed by how obvious his arousal was. Regina smiled, though, and reached over, stroking the bulge through the fabric of his pants.

"Mmm. You hard for mommy?"

When Henry nodded slowly, swallowing hard, both his mothers smiled at him. Knowing it was her turn to feel her son inside her core, Regina straddled his lap and ground her hips down, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her entrance, through her panties.

"Unnn," he whimpered, hips jerking.

Regina only stopped when his head fell back against the couch. Then, she dismounted him and started to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. It was hard and ready for her, and it made her mouth water. Of course, she was wet and ready for him too, so it didn't take her long to get out of her panties and grind herself down against him again.

"I want you inside me, Henry," she whispered seductively, earning a soft moan from his lips.

He nodded quickly, his cock aching to be sheathed in her heat. Carefully, he gripped her hips and guided her down onto his length.

As Regina started to rock down onto him, Emma reached over and lifted her dress up over her head, setting it on the couch beside them as she watched. Following suit, Henry reached behind his mother and unclasped her bra, pulling it off and dropping it on the couch, setting her breasts free.

"Mom," he sighed happily. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"She is, isn't she?" Emma said with a smile, standing up and positioning herself behind Regina as she gently ran her fingers through the woman's soft, dark hair.

"Mmm," Regina moaned, lifting her hips and lowering them, then repeating the movements in a steady rhythm.

"I think Mommy likes that, Hen," the blonde cooed, leaning in and kissing Regina's neck from behind.

When Regina moaned louder, Emma bit down, causing the woman to cry out.

As she got closer to climax, Regina bounced lightly on her son's lap, taking his cock deep into her every time as his hips jerked up against her.

"Henry," she moaned. "Please."

Then, he gripped her hips tightly and pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself even deeper into her core. As soon as she cried out again, louder this time, he started to shake.

"No… Henry, please," Regina whimpered, feeling his body nearing orgasm. "Just a little longer. Please."

"Don't cum, Hen. Hold it in," Emma instructed him. "Keep going."

Desperate for release but unwilling to deny the request, Henry reached down and began to rub his mother's clit, slowly at first, then more roughly when her moans grew more desperate and pleading.

"Henry. Fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna-"

With one more strong thrust, she was coming undone, her arousal dripping out of her core and onto Henry's cock, balls, and thighs.

Then it was his turn to cum, and he did. Hard and fast.

He cried out, "Mom!" as he came, body shaking.

"Oh, God, Henry," Regina breathed. "You're so fucking good."

Playfully, Emma bit the woman's shoulder from behind, then smiled at her son.

"Good job, baby boy," Emma told him. "I think she's spent."

Blushing slightly, Henry leaned in and kissed his mother's neck, muttering, "I love you guys."

"We love you too, honey," Regina replied breathlessly, dropping her head to his shoulder.

Without removing himself from her core, Henry shifted and turned so that he could lie back on the couch and pulled her with him, resting his head in Emma's lap and pulling his mother down on top of him.

"Emma," he said softly. "Will you play with my hair?"

With a smile, Emma stroked the young man's hair back, running her fingers through it and lightly scratching his scalp. Regina rested her head on his shoulder once again and shut her eyes as he adjusted slightly to slip out of her.