Summer vacation couldn't have come quickly enough. As soon as he stepped off the train in Storybrooke, he threw his arms around his mothers and held them tightly.

"Mom," he whispered. "Ma."

"Are you… Are you growing a beard?" Regina gasped is disbelief, feeling his stubble brush against her cheek.

"I, uh…" he started, blushing.

"I kind of like it," Emma cut in with a smile, stroking his shadowed cheek. "Makes you look so… mature…"

"Oh?" Henry said, smirking at his mothers. "Is that a good thing?"

Both women hesitated, considering his question.

"It's different," Regina finally said, rubbing her thumb along his jaw.

"You don't like it…" their son reasoned, looking sullen.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's not that," Regina told him. "I'm just not used to it is all."

He continued to look melancholy until Emma leaned in and kissed his cheek gently, running her fingers through his hair, which was neatly combed over to the side – another new change.

"You look good, Henry," Emma whispered. "Good enough to eat, I'd say. Do you agree, Gina?"

Nodding slowly, Regina opened the driver's side car door and slipped inside. Once they were all in – Emma sat in the back seat with Henry – she started the car.

It was a short ride home from the station, but because they had to get groceries, the drive was slightly longer. Given that she knew she had time, and that she knew she couldn't wait any longer to put her hands on Henry's body, Emma found herself reaching over between his legs to stroke the crotch of his jeans.

"M-Mum…" he hiccupped, feeling the friction of fabric rubbing against his cock.

Hearing the muffled sound of pleasure in her son's quiet voice, Regina instantly looked into the back seat to see Emma's hand rubbing Henry. At first, she felt a pang of jealousy, but before she could cut in and say so, Emma spoke.

"He's already getting hard back here, Gina. Maybe you should pull over for… a minute or two…"

Heart racing, Regina obeyed, and as the car pulled off the road, Emma unclasped the button of Henry's jeans and pulled down the zipper, exposing the growing bulge in the young man's boxers.

"Pull them down, Henry," Emma ordered. "I need to taste you." When he hesitated, surprised by just how forward and needy his mother was being, Emma added, "Now, Hen."

With a silent gasp for breath, Henry jerked his boxers and jeans down in one go, his penis springing free from the fabric, standing half-hard in all its glory. For a moment, Emma stared, mouth watering as she watched. This didn't last long, though, as the arousal pooling between her legs drove her to nearly tear her blouse open and lean forward, taking Henry's full length hungrily into her mouth. She was anything but gentle as she sucked hard on his cock, longing to draw out the cum she so desperately needed to taste again, and Henry's hips jerked with every swirl or lick of his mother's tongue.

From the front seat, Regina turned to watch as her wife devoured him, her own pool of arousal forming quickly from the sight of it.

"Fuck," she cursed. "We've missed you so much, Henry."

"I… missed… you…" – he gasped, between grunts of pleasure –"too. Ah, fuck, Ma."

"Wait," Regina blurted, reaching out to pull back on Emma's shoulder.

Reluctantly, the blonde removed her mouth from her son's now fully hardened member and looked up at her wife.

"What?" she snapped, more harshly than she'd intended.

"Relax," Regina scolded her. "I just… If I have to be stuck in the front seat watching, I want to see you pleasured too."

Emma smirked at this and slyly asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want to watch Henry fucking you," the brunette confessed. Then, suddenly, she added, "But don't get cum on the seat!"

"No promises," Emma said quickly, nearly throwing herself back horizontally on the seat. "Fuck me, Henry."

"Right… Right now?" he asked dumbly. "Here?"

"Yes, Henry. Here," Emma replied, rolling her eyes.

"But what if someone-"

"That's part of the fun, Hen. Now, come on. I need you. And Mom wants to see this. So… Be a good boy… and put your big, hard cock inside me."

Eyes rolling back in his head, Henry let out a low groan as the veins in his cock pulsed, longing to be sheathed by his mother's heat. Once he's recovered from the obscenity of her words, Henry scrambled clumsily to kneel between her legs. He tried to line himself up quickly, but the back seat was too small for the angle to be comfortable for either of them. After some time of trying awkwardly, the two gave up.

"Ugh!" Emma huffed. "Fuck it. Sorry, Gina, but full-on sex ain't happening in this back seat."

"It's fine," Henry said quickly, grabbing her hands and putting them on his straining erection. "Just jerk me off."

Emma almost laughed, until she saw how serious he was. She'd riled him up way too much to stop now, so she squeezed his member firmly, stroking it from base to tip.

"Ah, fuck," the young man groaned, his head tilting back. "Shit… Shit… Mom… Harder."

Of course, the woman obeyed, jerking his length with a firmer grip.

Just when Emma thought he was about to burst – he was fucking her hand full-force – he gasped, "Faster." Again, she obeyed, working up a frantic non-rhythm, until Henry nearly screamed, "Fuck, that's it. Gonna cum."

"Don't cum on the-!" Regina started, but it was too late.

Henry was already bucking hard into Emma's hands, and when she reached under his cock with her free hand to give his balls a firm squeeze, they jerked again, and ropes of cum splattered all over Emma's bare chest, neck, chin, and lips.

"Oh, God," Henry groaned, staring at the sight of his mother covered in his cum. Then, realizing that there were, in fact, drops of his semen in various places in the back seat, he gasped and looked up at Regina, crying, "Sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to-"

But Regina was too dumbfounded by the beauty of the display to regain her anger. It was gone completely, as the sight she'd just seen had put stars and fireworks behind her eyelids.

"Gods, you two look hot like that," Regina told them, still staring.

"Take a picture. It lasts longer," Emma laughed, reaching up to wipe a few drops of cum from her pink lips.

Regina stopped her by grabbing her wrists and firmly saying, "Wait. That's a great idea."

Before either of them could ask what the hell she was on about, Regina pulled out her cell phone and opened the camera application with a sly smile.

"Should've recorded the whole thing," she commented happily, snapping a few photos of Henry's crotch above Emma's stomach, and a few of the mess all over her front. "Now, we have something to beat off to later."

Dumbfounded again, Henry stared at his mother, only able to ask, "Seriously?"

"What?" Regina chuckled. "It's sexy. I'm not even mad about the leather. I mean, you're going to scrub it completely, with plenty of elbow grease, and I'll punish you for it later, but… I'm not angry."

As soon as he heard the word 'punish,' Henry felt his stomach drop. He could only guess what she meant by that.

Contrary to what he'd been expecting, when they arrived home, after cleaning up and finishing at the grocery store, his mothers immediately began preparing dinner.

"But mom," Henry protested. "It's only three O'clock."

"It'll take a while to cook," Regina explained with a smile.

"Can I help?" the young man asked sincerely, putting his hand on his mother's arm.

"No, Henry. I'm all set. Thank you, though. Go relax on the couch with your mother."

Emma smiled at Henry and took hold of his arm, gently tugging his arm and leading him into the living room. They sat beside each other on the couch, as Regina had instructed, and turned on the television, but both quickly became distracted when Henry leaned in and began to whisper in Emma's ear.

"Ma," he said softly, reaching out to stroke her hair.

Instantly, her body reacted to his touch with a shiver, and she put her hand on his thigh in response.

"Yeah, Hen?" she finally replied, looking into his eyes.

When he leaned in and whispered in her ear, she shivered again, her eyes falling shut.

"Ma… I really liked the way you looked… with my cum all over you…"

"God, Henry… Don't talk like that…"

"Why not?"

"You're gonna make me wet, and your mom is gonna be calling us into the kitchen for dinner soon…"

"She said it would take a while. Besides, you love when I make you wet."

"Henry…"

"You make me so hard, Ma," he said softly, stroking her hair again. "I can't keep my hands off you. I missed you guys so much."

"We… We missed you too, Hen…" Emma replied slowly, as his hands slid up and down her sides.

As soon as Henry kissed her, his tongue slipping past her lips and tangling with hers, Emma let out a soft moan of pleasure and tilted her head back. With careful attention, Henry began to palm her breasts, and when she arched her back in response, he slid her shirt up over her head, exposing her bra. This garment he undid quickly, tossing it on the coffee table.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed, leaning down to take her left nipple into his mouth.

This earned another soft moan from Emma's lips, and when he pinched the nipple he was not sucking on, she whimpered.

After removing his mouth from her breast with a 'pop,' Henry told her, "I love how sensitive you are," and began to palm both of her breasts.

"Only for you and your mother," she replied with a small smile, stroking his hair. "I kinda like the way your stubble feels, Hen…"

"Yeah?"

Slowly, he nuzzled her chest with his cheek, smiling as she arched her back again.

Then, Henry leaned in, lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Emma nodded quickly, gripping his arms and attempting to pull him closer.

"What?" he pressed, pulling away.

"Yes. Yes, Henry. Please."

"I thought you said Mom was gonna call us for dinner soon."

He was smirking, and his smile broadened when Emma groaned in protest.

"Just… Just… quickly. Please, Henry."

"You want a quickie, Ma? Want me to fuck you hard and rough?"

But Emma hesitated in response to this, unsure of what she really wanted. All she knew was that she needed his cock inside her, needed to sheath him in her heat and feel him moving within her.

"Just… need you."

"Alright," her son whispered, understanding her need, as he stroked her cheek and gently lowered her back into a horizontal position on the couch.

Once she was laying down, he slid her pants and panties down, pulling them off and placing them on the coffee table beside her bra. Then, he tugged his own shorts and boxers off in one go, letting his erection spring free for the third time that day. (He'd masturbated that morning after packing his things at school in painful anticipation of what might happen with his mothers that afternoon.) When Emma pulled his shirt off, removing the last piece of clothing between them, Henry positioned himself between the woman's legs and aligned his hard-on with her entrance.

"So ready for you," he told her, once again tenderly stroking her cheek.

"I love seeing you hard," Emma confessed, looking down at the space between them where his penis stood at attention, engorged and ready to fuck her. "You are so, so gorgeous, Henry."

"As are you, my love," the young man said sweetly. Then, he asked, "Are you ready?"

When she nodded, starting to sweat from the thought of his cock filling her, Henry pushed into her, slower than she had expected. She'd been expecting him to thrust into her forcefully, to pound into her hard and fast, for his movements to demonstrate the pained desire and longing they'd been feeling for so long. But he was tender, and as he moved inside her, he used one hand to steady himself and the other to continue squeezing her breast.

"Fuck, Henry," the woman moaned, lifting her hips to meet his steady thrusts.

He built up a rhythm in no time, now practiced at this, and kept his movements careful and intentional. He held back his longing to thrust frantically, to bruise her and fuck her hard enough to make them both scream. Henry longed to please her, but wanted to draw it out. They'd agreed on a 'quickie,' but he'd missed her body, and what he longed for, more than anything, was to make it last and to savor every second of it.

Soon, he was breathing hard, nearing his peak, and Emma sensed it immediately. She knew his body now, knew exactly when and how hard he'd cum, and she responded to his readiness by lifting her hips in a faster rhythm. This caught him off guard, as he'd planned to hold steady for her, to drag out her orgasm and hold off his own until she finished.

"Ma," he gasped, stunned by the intensity of her body's reaction to him.

"Cum," Emma breathed, knowing the thoughts that were causing his hesitation. "It's okay."

Henry groaned a pleasured, "Ahh, fuck," as she lifted her hips frantically against him, urging him to thrust harder and faster.

Finally, his will to please her first broke, and with a heavy gasp, he jerked his hips forward full-force, thrusting deeply into her and burying himself completely in her sex. Violently, his body vibrated against his mother's as her body quickly followed suit and she started to gasp for breath, causing him to cry out as he emptied himself inside her.

"Ma!" he shouted, the last of his cum filling her.

Hearing this, Regina appeared in the entrance to the living room and watched as Emma's eyes squeezed shut, ecstasy overtaking her. Her wife came hard; Regina could tell by the sound of her alternating gasps and moans as her son continued to fuck her until she was completely spent.

"Well, well, well," Regina finally said, announcing her presence. "Having fun without me while I slave away in the kitchen?"

Both were too exhausted from their efforts to look up, and Henry's head had fallen to Emma's shoulder, his own eyes having shut.

"You're lucky that you two are fucking gorgeous, or I might actually be angry with you," the brunette told them with a smile, approaching the couch.

Slowly, she stroked Henry's back, her nails brushing his skin, making him shiver. He hadn't yet pulled his softened member from his mother's sheath. The weight of his own pleasure held him still, his body still shaking from the results of their passion.

Then, Regina confessed, "I am a bit jealous, though… I didn't get to see Henry cum." After a pause, she added, "Also… dinner is ready."

With a sigh, Henry reached out for Regina's hand and squeezed it in his own, finally gathering the strength and breath to speak.

"Love you, Mom."

"Come on, you two. Time to eat."

"You?" Henry teased, looking up at her.

"No, dear," Regina replied dryly. "Your dinner."

After the meal, Henry was the first to rise from his seat. With Regina still seated, he surprised both women by crawling under the table. Even more surprising was when Regina felt his large, steady hands hiking her skirt up to her waist and pulling her panties down past her ankles.

"Henr-"

She gasped when she felt a pair of warm, wet lips on her cunt. Emma's eyes went wide as she watched the expressions of pleasure spread over her wife's face. Henry was working hard beneath the table with his tongue, stroking her, sucking her clit, and pushing past her entrance to lick the arousal from her clenching walls.

"Henry," Regina gasped again, gripping as much of his short hair as she could gather in her fist. "Fuck, that feels amazing." When his tongue began to circle her clit, her breaths became shallow and labored, and her hips lifted off the chair, towards his face, involuntarily. "Such a good boy," she told him, stroking his hair back as he continued to fuck her with his mouth. "Ah! Shit. Henry!"

Sitting still, Emma kept watching her wife's expressions of pleasure as Henry worked her to the brink of orgasm, until Henry abruptly stopped the movements of his tongue and appeared from under the table.

"Your turn," he announced with a grin, looking at Emma as he slowly licked his lips clean of his mother's arousal.

Eagerly, Emma crouched and crawled under the table as Regina roughly gripped the tablecloth. Once Emma assumed Henry's position between her legs, though, Regina's fingers tangled in her hair and tugged lightly, making the blonde moan softly as she sucked her wife's clit with a practiced mouth. It only took Emma moments to bring Regina to her peak, and when Regina's cum filled her mouth as she came, she swallowed greedily, licking the woman clean.

"Jesus. Fuck," Regina breathed, once her lover had come up for air. "That was amazing." When her wife and son smiled at her, satisfied with their performance, she added, "You two spoil me."

"How else could we thank you for making such a lovely dinner?" Henry asked brightly, taking his mother's hand in his own. "Love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Henry. Now, go clean your face. It looks like you just dove face-first into a woman's dripping cunt."

Regina tried to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape, but it came out anyway, and Henry and Emma joined her in her laughter instantly when they heard it.

Wiping his mouth on his forearm, Henry smiled warmly and said, "God, I love the sound of your laughs, Moms. Both of you. It's the second most beautiful sound in the world."

"Second…?" Regina asked quizzically. "And what might the first be?"

"The sound of either of you moaning or crying out my name while you cum."

Emma grinned and leaned in, playfully biting the young man's neck. When he jumped, startled by the sudden burst of pain, she grinned and kissed the spot where her teeth had just been.

"You're such a sap, Henry," Emma teased, then kissed his neck again. "I love you so much."

"You are quite sappy, dear," Regina agreed, kissing his cheek. "But it is exceptionally adorable."

"You raised a very handsome charmer, didn't you, my love?" Emma asked with a smile, slowly stroking Regina's arm.

"I raised him to be a gentleman," Regina countered, "and that is exactly what he is."

Emma laughed at this and retorted, "Except in the bedroom."

Henry laughed, hearing this, and leaned against the table, asking, "So…. Dessert, anyone?"

"I didn't make anything, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I don't even think we have ice cream in the freezer," Regina told him apologetically.

"Oh. I didn't mean food."

When she saw the smirk spreading over Henry's lips, Emma smiled too and nudged his shoulders.

"You're so naughty, Hen."

Regina couldn't help but smile at this also and chuckled, asking, "Are you ready to go again already?"

"If you are," he replied, taking a step closer to close the small amount of space left between them.

Still not used to her son being so forward, Regina found herself blushing slightly, and her gaze fell away from him nervously.

"What's the matter, Mum?" her son asked gently, stroking her cheek and gently lifting her chin to make her look at him.

"I think your mom's just not quite used to you being so… blunt… yet…" Emma explained, putting her hand on his shoulder. "She's not used to your dominant side."

"Neither am I," Henry chuckled, leaning in to kiss Regina's forehead. Then, suddenly self-conscious, he asked, "Is it bad? Should I-"

"Oh, darling," Regina quickly stopped him. "Of course it's not bad. It's just… Like your mother said… I'm… not used to it. You're my baby boy… and even men my age don't usually dare to attempt to take the reins from me."

"I wasn't trying to-"

"I know, Henry. I just meant… I let you do things I've never let another man do. You're… special. I trust you."

Freezing, Henry stared at his mother, knowing exactly how much these words meant, coming from her. He knew how serious his mother's trust issues were. In fact, he'd assumed that the only person she'd ever really trusted was Emma and her former lover, Daniel. Hearing her say that she trusted him was startling, and he felt blessed to have her trust.

"Mom?" he asked, after processing her words.

"Yes, dear."

"I love you. And I would never hurt you."

"I know that, love," Regina told him, stroking his hair back. "I know."

In response, Henry put his arms around Regina and held her close, his cheek brushing against hers as he leaned down slightly. As before, his stubble made her shiver. She wasn't used to that either. He was a man now… not just her baby boy.

"Alright, you two," Emma said softly, after a few minutes had passed without them breaking apart. Then, she put one hand on their shoulders and offered, "Let's go upstairs and relax."

They both nodded quietly, and each took one of her hands as she removed them from their shoulders. Once they'd followed her upstairs, Emma went into their bathroom and prepared each of their toothbrushes, wetting and putting toothpaste on each one, then passing them out to her wife and son. Once their teeth were clean, Regina surprised her lovers by yawning softly.

"You tired, babe?" Emma asked her wife with a smile, stroking the woman's hair back.

Regina gave a half-smile and shrugged her shoulders at this, then sat down on the bed and said, "What can I say? You two wore me out a little bit."

They both smiled at this, and Henry approached her slowly, then carefully hooked his fingers into the hem of Regina's skirt.

"Shall we undress you, mother?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.

Shivering at his touch, Regina replied, "Please."

Carefully, Henry tugged her skirt and panties down and off as his blonde mother removed Regina's shirt and bra. Once she was naked, Emma and their son removed their own clothes, slowly, making a show of it. Of course, Regina's eyes widened at this, and her body reacted accordingly, her muscles tensing in response to the scene before her.

"You two are so beautiful…" she told them, leaning back and supporting herself up with her hands. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Lucky?" Henry laughed. "You deserve everything. You deserve the whole world, Mom."

"Oh, Henry… I swear, you're the sweetest man I've ever met."

"I try," he teased.

"He's right," Emma cut in, crawling onto the bed and kneeling beside her wife. "You're wonderful, and you deserve all the wonderful things the world could possibly offer you. We're the lucky ones."

When Henry joined them on the bed, Regina stroked his arm and smiled at him, asking, "How about that dessert, hmm?"

"I thought you two might be too full for dessert," their son teased, his eyes raking over his mothers' naked bodies.

Regina quickly answered, "Never too full for you, my love," and ran her hands down his chest and over his abdomen, stopping at his hips.

Henry sighed happily, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his body. A slight gasp escaped his lips when he felt Emma's cooler hands sliding down his side as well, and he shivered in response.

"Ma…" he breathed. "Mom."

"You've been such a good boy tonight, Henry," Regina cooed, smiling at him. "And you are so sweet to prepare dessert just for us…"

"Mmm," Emma hummed in agreement. "Such a good boy…"

Shivering at this, Henry wiggled slightly on the bed as he felt his cock twitch to life. Both women's eyes drifted instinctively down to his crotch. Seeing it stiffen slightly made Regina's mouth water, and she quickly sat back up, positioning herself closer to him. When Emma made no other move towards their son, Regina took the initiative and leaned down, slowly dragging her tongue from the base of Henry's half-hard cock to its tip. Feeling the heat of her wet tongue on his length made him spring to life fully, though, and as Regina watched this, she smiled, loving how responsive his body always was to her touch.

Not waiting any longer, Regina covered him with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, then sucking on his length. Of course, the swirling of her tongue made Henry cry out in surprise, as she had made the move so suddenly, and his cry melted into a groan when she started to suck him.

"Ma," he gasped through the soft groans of pleasure, looking at Emma.

"Yeah, Hen," she replied, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.

"Want… Fuck. Need you…"

At first, she was confused as to exactly what he was asking, but when his eyes drifted down to her chest, she understood. Smiling, she moved closer to him and positioned her breast in front of his face, and he eagerly drew her into his mouth as soon as she was close enough. The gentle warmth made Emma gasp at first, but the sound faded into a sigh of pleasure as he continued to suck lightly on her nipple, his touch full of tenderness.

Soon, he was there, though – at his peak – and although he was still nursing Emma's nipple steadily, Regina was sucking him harder, urging him with her mouth to cum.

"Mom!" he cried as he detached from Emma's nipple and gripped the sheets. "Mom."

"Cum, baby boy," Emma purred. "Let her take all of you. She wants it."

Then, as his hips thrust up to fuck Regina's mouth, Henry came hard, groaning, "Ahhh, fuck! Mom!"

When he felt her swallow around his member, sucking his cum down her throat, he groaned again, loudly, and collapsed backwards onto the bed.

"Jesus, fuck," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "That was incredible."

"Was it?" Regina chuckled, wiping her mouth with the tissue Emma had just handed her.

"Mhmm."

"Good."

With a smile, both women curled into his sides and held him tightly.