Author's Note: Trigger warning: Elements of non-con.

That night, Henry fell asleep between them. In his sleep, his hand wandered between his own legs, and he began to stroke himself. When Emma was bumped by the movement of his arm, she woke up and saw this. Instead of waking Henry, she woke her wife gently, who sat up abruptly and also saw what was happening.

Once her wife was awake, Emma smiled at her, earning a nod of approval. Gently, Emma took her son's hand and slowed its movements, guiding it over the fabric of his boxers. When he moaned in his sleep, Regina reached out and slipped her hand through the opening in the fabric. As Emma rubbed him, Regina cupped his balls, and Henry woke up as soon as he felt her squeeze.

"Nnng," he moaned softly, lifting his hips. "Mommy."

Both women looked at each other. He hadn't called either of them "Mommy" since he was young, and the sound was so soft and desperate that it made them both shiver.

"Mommys are here, baby boy," Regina whispering, giving his balls another gentle squeeze.

"Please, Mommy," he whimpered.

Gently, Regina guided Emma's hand away and tugged his boxers down, freeing his length. In a moment, her mouth was on him, sucking him gently, causing him to moan loudly at the sensation of her hot, wet mouth covering him.

"Mom," Henry whined. "Please."

Hearing her son begging for her, Regina's face flooded with color, but she didn't stop the movements she was making with her tongue. Emma too felt herself becoming aroused by the sound of his pleas, and soon, she was dripping.

"Oh, Hen," Emma sighed. "You're so beautiful."

Slowly, Emma rubbed her hands down his chest, letting her nails lightly scrape his skin. His back arched in response as his hips jerked, causing the tip of his length to press against the back of Regina's mouth, nearly making her gag from the unexpected pressure. Still, Regina continued to suck on his length until he was about to cum.

Just as he was going to finish, Regina slowly pulled her mouth away and removed it from his length.

Henry moaned a quiet, "Ma," in protest of the lack of stimulation, but Regina simply smiled and rubbed her hand over his abdomen.

"Shh," she whispered. "Be a good boy."

"I am a good boy. I am."

"We know, Hen," Emma told him with a smile, stroking his hair back with one hand while playing with his balls with the other. "Such a good boy."

"Do you want to finish?" Regina teased, leaning in to kiss his stomach.

"Please, Mommy."

"Anything for you, my prince. Just tell Mommy how you want it."

"Will you… Will you keep sucking it?"

Smiling broadly, Regina nodded her head and once again sheathed his length in her mouth. As she sucked on him, Emma watched, fascinated and aroused by the sight.

"That feel good, baby boy?" Emma cooed, stroking his hair back.

"Nnng," he moaned. "More. Please."

Regina's mouth vibrated lightly around his cock when she hummed softly, and he nearly screamed when he felt it.

"Mama!"

When he finally looked over at Emma, wanting to know why her touch had been removed, he saw her slipping her hand into her panties.

"Ma, wait," he begged breathlessly. "Don't stop touching me. I need you here."

Raising an eyebrow, Emma scooted closer and rubbed her hands over his chest again, this time stopping to lightly pinch his nipples, both at the same time, making his body jerk. When she dragged her nails down his torso, Henry whimpered.

"Gonna… Mommy… Mom… I'm gonna-"

"Yeah, baby," Emma whispered, once again stroking his hair back away from his face, feeling the wave of sweat that had formed on his brow. "Cum for Mommy. She wants to taste you."

"Fuck!" he screamed, when Regina took her cue to suck him harder, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock.

He came in her mouth instantly.

They all cried when he had to leave for school, but Henry was particularly distraught. In fact, he nearly failed to get himself under control as the train pulled into the station. Frantically, he wiped his eyes with a tissue, kissing his mothers' cheeks and rushing onto the platform, heart racing.

When he came back for Christmas, his hair was gelled and cut relatively short, and it caught both of his mothers off guard as soon as they saw him.

"Wow, Hen," Emma said first. "Your hair."

"You don't like it?" he asked anxiously, subconsciously pushing a hand through his hair, messing up what he had so neatly combed and styled.

"It's…"

In a moment, his face was red as he looked away.

Regina watched as her wife leaned in, whispering in his ear, "It's sexy, Henry. You look… older. More mature. More…"

Just barely hearing what Emma had said, Regina cut in, saying solemnly, "More grown up."

Henry's heart raced the entire drive back to the house. Emma looked back at him periodically, smiling brightly and making small talk as Regina drove, but her wife remained silent, staring at the road until they finally pulled into the driveway. By this time, Henry had picked up on her cold demeanor and was watching her intently.

Regina was the first one in the door, and to Henry and Emma's surprise, she moved to ascend the stairs without saying anything. The two shared a glance before Henry grabbed his mother's arm and pulled her back gently, holding onto it as he stared into her eyes, a look of seriousness on his face as he spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing," she quickly replied, trying to pry her arm from his grip, but he held on just tightly enough to stop her.

"Don't lie to me. What happened? What have I done?"

"Henry-" Emma tried, wanting to tell him that it was absolutely nothing he had done (although she had no idea what had really gotten under Regina's skin so abruptly).

"Nothing, Henry. It's nothing. Let go."

"No."

"What?"

"I said, 'no.'"

Emma felt the cold breeze of Hell freezing over as she stared at the two of them. She hadn't heard her son tell his mother 'no' seriously since he was eleven or twelve. He'd learned all too well that that would never work out well for him. Seeing the shock and what almost looked like rage in Regina's eyes, the blonde stepped forward and put her hand on Henry's hand where it rested on his mother's arm.

"Okay, guys. Why don't we-"

"Henry," Regina said sternly, interrupting Emma's attempt to diffuse the situation. "Let go."

Of course, Regina couldn't let it go. Regardless of whatever she'd been feeling, her son's defiance stunned her to the point of fury that she couldn't ignore.

"No."

"Let go. Now."

But she wasn't pulling away. It wasn't a physical fight. It was a power struggle.

"Guys-" Emma tried again, but they both ignored her.

"I'm not letting you go," Henry asserted. "Not ever."

Surprising both women immensely, he made a quick move to back his mother against the nearest wall and pressed his body against her, staring down into her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Regina asked breathlessly, feeling the heat and pressure of his body holding her to the wall.

"I love you," he told her, "and I'm never letting you go. Even when you're mad, or upset, or sad, or whatever it is you're feeling. Even when you give me the cold shoulder. I will never let you go."

Feeling her heart stop, Regina stared at her son as he eyes began to well with tears. The only other person who had ever made her feel so secure was Emma, who was watching carefully a few paces away.

"Kiss me," Henry said firmly, leaning in to let his lips hover over Regina's.

"Henry…"

"Your mother and I have been talking," Emma cut in again, "and we've agreed that this has to stop. It's not right. It's going to mess you up later in life, and neither of us want that for you."

Henry's head jerked around as he asked sadly, "You think I'm messed up?"

"No, Henry!" Regina cried, putting her hands on his waist. "No. Of course not. We just… We've agreed that… that this isn't good for you."

"Fuck that," he cursed. "I'm an adult now. I don't need you to tell me what's best for me!"

"Watch your mouth!" the brunette shouted, starting to push him away.

But he stared her down and pressed his hips into hers, pinning her to the wall again.

"No."

"Henry!"

"No."

"Okay, Henry. That's enough," Emma said sternly, gently pulling on his shoulder. "I think you should-"

Without hesitation, Henry covered Regina's mouth with his own. She resisted at first, trying half-heartedly to push him away, but he was persistent, and as he pushed his tongue past her lips, hungrily tasting her mouth, she felt herself melting in his arms. When she felt his erection through his jeans, pressing against her, Regina's heart nearly stopped.

Watching dumbfounded as Regina began to kiss him back, Emma did nothing to stop him. Of course, this went against everything she'd discussed with her wife, but clearly, both women were overwhelmed with want for him, and he obviously felt the same.

"Bedroom," Henry muttered breathlessly, between kisses.

Nearly dragging her up the stairs, he grabbed Emma's hand as well as pulled until the three of them were upstairs in the women's bedroom. Surprising both women, Henry slammed the door shut and shoved them both onto the bed from behind, putting them each in a position where they were bent over the bed, bracing themselves with their palms as they turned to look over their shoulders at him.

Regina was the first one to resist – Emma was too stunned to move – but Henry squashed her rebellion quickly by laying his hand heavily on her back and holding her down as he positioned himself behind her, undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Finally, Emma found words and said, "Henry."

It was a warning that he ignored. He ignored the warning again when Regina repeated it.

"Henry!" Regina shouted again, feeling his length pressing against her backside as Henry lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing her ass, which was bare, given that she was only wearing a thong.

"No," he said again, jerking her thong down to her ankles, then pulling his own boxers down and allowing his large erection to spring free. "I know you both want me."

The sensation of the burning skin of his cock pressing against her bare ass set Regina on fire, and her passionate rebellion was over. Her thighs were already soaked with her own arousal. Emma was in a similar state, feeling her panties soaked with her own fluids as she watched her son taking complete control for the first time. There was something painfully sexy about his domination of Regina, his assertiveness, his determination.

Regina wanted to scream at him. Wanted to tell him no. To fight him, because he'd defied her. Not because she didn't want it. Obviously, she did want it. She was aching for him.

"I'm gonna fuck you both so hard you scream," he growled, slamming into Regina with a sudden, forceful thrust.

She cried out as she felt his heat fill her.

"Oh, God, Henry," Regina moaned as he thrust into her repeatedly.

He continued to fuck her until her moans became loud cries of pleasure, and Emma looked on as she could not resist fingering herself. Then, Henry slapped his mother's ass, hard, leaving a handprint in his wake, causing his mother to scream and reach her climax instantly, soaking him with her cum as he shot his inside her.

Regina shook as her son slowly softened and slid out of her.

"Stop," Henry said roughly, upon seeing Emma fingering herself.

Looking agonized, Emma complied with the order and let her hands fall to her sides, her eyes begging him to let her finish. What she'd just seen had been too much to bear.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard," he said, pressing on her hips to pin her to the bed, then lifting her legs up to wrap them around his waist.

She gasped as he lifted her, surprised by his strength, and shuddered as she felt his hardening member pressing against the apex of her thighs.

"Hen-"

"Just touch me."

Whimpering and subdued by her son's dominance, Emma reached down and stroked his length several times, until he was hard again, keeping her thighs around his waist. He wasted no time, as soon as he was fully erect, in shoving her hands away and thrusting into her, then gripping her hips to hold her tightly against him as he fucked her.

Regina, sitting breathless beside them, stared in wonder, experiencing the same agony of longing that Emma had moments before. The sight was both shocking and intensely arousing. But she didn't interrupt.

"Emma," Henry groaned, nearing his climax quickly. "Fuck."

"Henry. Henry. Shit. Please."

"What did you say?" he growled, stopping his thrusts but holding her tightly against him.

"P-Please, Henry. Please."

"Good girl."

When he resumed his movements and physical control over her, Emma's moans grew louder than before, fueled by her own desperation for climax. When it came, she screamed, just as her wife had before her.

"Jesus, Henry," Emma sighed breathlessly, as he removed his length from her heat. "What the fuck."

"Now, that's better, isn't it?" he asked them both, smirking at his question.

Emma bit her lip, and Regina hesitated, but both nodded their heads.

"Come here," the blonde finally said, gently tugging the young man's hand and pulling him down onto the bed between them. "I love you, Hen. I'm sorry."

"I figured you would be."

"I don't think we can say no to you," Regina commented, clearly troubled by the truth of her own words.

"Clearly not."

"Don't be a smartass, Hen," Emma laughed, stroking his muscular bicep.

"Yeah, yeah. You love it."

As the three lay in bed the next night, Regina and Emma were both asleep, but Henry was kept wide awake by his own thoughts. Slowly, he rolled onto his side, facing Regina, and reached out to stroke her stomach over her satin nightgown.

"Mom," he said softly, drawing circles with his fingertips.

Startled into full consciousness, Regina tired to sit up, but her son's hand pressed flat against her abdomen and held her down gently.

"It's just me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"What is it, Henry? Is something wrong?"

"No. I just… I just wanted to ask you both something."

Henry then rolled onto his other side and woke Emma in the same way. When her eyes opened, less suddenly than Regina's had, he smiled at her.

"You okay?" she muttered sleepily, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

"I'm fine, Ma. It's okay."

Instead of asking him to clarify, Emma simply waited and watched as he sat up slowly, leaning back on his elbows, his glance passing back and forth between them.

"What is it, Henry?" Regina said, finally unable to stand the silence.

"You two are so perfect," he replied, his voice dreamy and in awe.

"No, come on, Hen," Emma pressed. "You didn't wake us up to tell us that."

"Okay. Maybe I didn't."

"What's going on, Henry?" Regina asked him, putting her hand on his arm.

Gently, he covered her small hand with his larger one and leaned in, kissing her cheek.

"I was just thinking…"

Emma asked the next question: "What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking of how wet you both got when I started getting… I don't know… forceful with you…"

Both women froze, staring at each other and avoiding Henry's gaze. But he turned their heads and kissed them, each in turn, on the lips.

"Why did you like that?" he asked.

"Why did you start it?" Emma challenged him.

"Because I needed it."

Regina jumped back in quickly, snapping, "You just needed a fuck, so you-"

"No!" Henry cried, putting his hand over hers again. "No. I needed… control."

Both women tilted their heads at this, slightly confused as to what he meant.

"Over us?" Emma asked.

"Yes…"

Regina blinked a few times, not knowing how to respond, but Emma cut in for her.

"Why?"

"Look, I know that's bad. I know. I just… I just wanted to… It just felt… I don't know. I can't explain it."

"Maybe you just needed to know that we're yours."

This caused the young man to pause and push a hand through his hair.

"I love when you do that," Emma blurted, smiling dreamily at him.

"Do what?"

"When you push your hair back."

"Oh."

"Are you embarrassed?"

After another pause, Henry replied, "Yes. I mean, I know you both… I mean, I know you came, but… was it… was it too much?"

At this point, Henry anxiously looked back and forth between his mothers.

"Oh, Hen," Emma sighed, stroking his bare shoulder. "It was fine for me. Please, don't be upset. Regina?"

"It was… It was perfectly fine, love," the brunette replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Hearing this from her wife, Emma started to speak and was about to assure him that everything was okay, but she was interrupted by Regina's next comment.

"Henry… If you feel the need to be in control, just tell us. Tell us what you want, and it's yours. Your mother and I would do anything to make you happy."

"I… I don't just want that. I want…"

"What is it, baby boy?" Emma asked him, rubbing his back slowly.

"I want…"

When she realized what a hard time Henry was having getting the words out, Regina offered, "Why don't you just show us, hmm? Show your mommys what you want."

"But it's… It's silly."

"Nothing's silly in here, Henry. In this house, whatever you want to do is okay."

"Are you sure?"

"We're sure," his mothers replied in unison.

"Okay…"

Slowly, Henry shifted and gently slid Regina's nightgown up and off of her. Regina looked a little surprised, but said nothing, instead allowing him to move at his own pace. Then, he leaned back slightly and wrapped his mouth around her left nipple. Regina gasped at first, startled by the warmth of his mouth, then slowly relaxed against the pillows as he sucked gently.

When Henry began to whimper, both women looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do, but Henry reached out for Emma's hand and gripped it in his own. He stayed like this for a while, sucking lightly on Regina's breast and squeezing Emma's hand, before Emma reached out and started to stroke the bare skin of his toned abdomen.

It was, of course, a little strange, but neither woman objected, and both were prepared to go along with whatever he asked of them. Still, Emma was quite startled when he pulled her hand closer and pressed it against his crotch, rubbing slowly. Soon, she was using both hands to alternate between rubbing his chest, his abs, and his crotch through his boxers. Each time her hands moved back to the apex of his thighs, he was harder than before.

"Henry," she finally said softly, but he simply whimpered in response, causing Regina to stroke his hair and hum softly.

The combination of the comfort of one mother's breast and the stimulation of the other's on his crotch was enough to throw Henry into a delirious high, which grew more and more intense with each passing moment.

"Shh," Regina whispered, when he whimpered again. "Hush now, love. Your mommys have you. You're safe."

Finally, he removed his mouth from her nipple and opened his eyes, looking up at her, then shifting his gaze over to Emma.

"Mommy," he said simply, lifting his hips just slightly.

"What do you want, bubba? You want these off?" Emma asked him playfully, gently tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

When he nodded, she obeyed, sliding them down slowly, freeing his erection.

"Boy, you really have grown," she said with a smile, earning a nod from her wife.

"You certainly have," Regina agreed.

Shifting slightly so that she was completely behind Henry, Regina slid her hands down over her son's shoulders and onto his chest, where she took her turn rubbing his skin. After a few moments of the burning sensation of Emma's hand stroking his length, Henry began to shiver, signaling to his mother's that he was close to climax. Realizing this himself, Henry frantically shifted back into his first position, with his mouth latched on to Regina's nipple, then guided Emma's hand to his length once more.

Now, he was sucking slightly harder, and rather than being an oddly comforting sensation, Regina found that it was becoming somewhat arousing. When her son began to shake and started to cum, he bit down – not hard, just enough to feel good – causing her to let out a high-pitched whimper.

"Henry," she gasped, feeling his teeth graze her sensitive flesh.

Emma stroked him just a little harder and faster, drawing out his orgasm as much as possible.

"Mmm-" Henry said, against his mother's breast, voice muffled by the nipple in his mouth.

His hips lifted off the bed as Emma jerked his length, but his mouth only unlatched when he was fully at his peak. His cum splashed all over his mother's hand, and all over his own abdomen. Emma saw this and leaned in with a smile, licking the droplets of cum off his skin, slowly, with an expert tongue.

Feeling a small pang of jealousy, Regina began to sit up and gently pushed her son away so that she could move towards her wife. Saying nothing, and knowing that her son was fully spent, Regina caught Emma's lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue pushing hungrily past her lips. When Emma bit down on her tongue, Regina guided her hand to her breast, which was aching to be stimulated again. Responding instantly to the silent request, Emma pinched her nipple, gently at first, then harder. The sharp pain that shot through her electrified Regina's body and made her skin tingle, and it took her no time to push her lover down on the bed beside her son. She mounted Emma carefully, but was shocked when she felt Emma's fingers slipping up into her core and she lowered herself down over her wife's hips. Letting out a gasp in response, Regina's eyes fell shut.

"I think Mommy liked what you were doing, bubby," Emma commented with a smirk, looking over at her son, who was watching them with wide, interested eyes. "Do you wanna watch me make her cum?"

He nodded quickly, hands twitching into fists in anticipation for the scene that was about to play out.

"Gina…" Emma said calmly, curling her fingers forward and making Regina's back arch. "Did you like what Hen was doing?"

Regina nodded desperately only when Emma stopped moving her fingers. When she'd received the answer she was looking for, the blonde resumed her movements inside her lover. Regina then began to rock her hips forward slowly, in time with Emma's fingers. Once she let out a high-pitched whimper, Emma looked to Henry.

"C'mere, baby boy. I think your mom wants more." Then, turning back to Regina, Emma said, "Don't you, Mommy?"

Again, Regina nodded desperately.

Henry put his mouth on her breast and began to suck again, this time lightly swirling his tongue around her nipple, causing Regina's back to arch as her wife continued to finger her. Her wife alternated between curling her fingers into her heat and rubbing her fingertips through her folds and over her clit. When his mother started to breathe heavily, Henry moved his mouth to her other breast and continued to suck gently.

Of course, by this time, Regina's nipples were firm, aching for stimulation, so Emma was not surprised when she whimpered, "Harder, Henry. Please."

In response, Henry did as he was told and sucked harder, then pulled on her nipple with his teeth.

When Regina's body began to seize up as her thighs quaked and Emma continued to stimulate her, Henry removed his mouth from her breast with a quiet 'pop' and whispered, "Mumma."

"Mmm," she moaned in reply, lifting her hips against her wife's hand and running her fingers through her son's short hair.

"Does it feel good?" he asked her softly, palming her breasts gently.

"Yes, Henry," Regina whimpered. "So good." When he continued to rub her breasts, she managed to plead, "Sweetheart, please."

Smiling as he realized just how much his touch was affecting her, Henry covered one of her breasts with his mouth once more.

"Good boy, Hen," Emma told him. "Mommy loves it. She's almost there, baby boy."

"Yes," Regina cried. "So close."

As soon as Regina's whimpers became louder and more high-pitched, signaling the approach of her orgasm, Henry bit down, and Emma curled her fingers harder within her lover's core.

Body convulsing, Regina reached her peak.

Once Regina's body finally relaxed into the mattress, Emma smiled and said, "That really got you going, huh?"

Blushing, Regina simply nodded her head and looked away, but once Emma went quiet, she said, "H-Henry… You should show Mommy what it's like."

Taking her turn to blush, Emma looked at her son, who was already looking back at her. There was a pause before Emma slowly nodded her head and Henry crawled over to her. Emma stroked the young man's arm before leaning in and kissing his forehead. When she tipped her head back down, Henry kissed her heck softly, then her collar bone, and then her breast.

The blonde shivered, then gasped when his warm, wet mouth covered her nipple. At first, it sent a shock through her body, but she slowly began to relax when he began to suck lightly.

"Hen," she breathed, stroking her son's hair.

Slowly, Emma leaned back against the pillow, gently pulling Henry down with her, allowing him to continue sucking on her breast. As she shut her eyes in bliss, her wife knelt beside her, stroking her hair back and kissing her lips.

Only a few short moments later, Emma was whimpering softly as Henry began to suck with slightly more force.

"Do you want to cum?" Regina asked her, seeing the woman's body tense.

When Emma said nothing, she trailed her fingers down her torso and dipped them between her wife's legs and slipped her fingertips into her folds.

"Gina!" Emma cried out, feeling the sensation of her clit being rubbed.

This continued for several minutes, until Regina began to rub her harder and faster, to the point of climax. As Emma came, she shouted both of their names.