Henry decided to take on a part-time job for the summer, working as a gardener. Of course, the first time he came home after work and tracked dirt onto Regina's nice, clean floors… she was less than pleased.

"Henry Daniel Mills!" she shouted. "Take your damn shoes off before I drag you by your ears up to the bathroom and throw you in the shower!"

He jumped, startled by her shouting, and quickly kicked off his shoes and threw them by the door, running into the kitchen to grab a wet towel to clean up the mess. By the time his mother rounded the corner to find him on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor, she smiled.

"There we go," she said triumphantly. "Good boy. I taught you better than that, and I hope you've learned your lesson this time."

He hadn't. In fact, her anger only served to encourage him most of the time. This time, though, he knew he'd better clean up after himself.

"Now," Regina announced. "Get your dirty butt up the stairs and into the shower."

"Mom, I-"

"Right now, young man! You're filthy!"

"I dunno," Emma cut in, arms crossed as she rounded the corner and leaned against the wall. "It's kinda sexy, don't you think?"

"What in the world are you talking about, Emma?" Regina gaped. "He's covered from head to toe with dirt and grease!"

"Mhmm…"

Henry, wide-eyed, simply watched as Emma stared at him hungrily, surprised by their differing reactions.

"Upstairs!" Regina finally snapped, after a moment of silence.

Henry nodded his head quickly and ran up the stairs, not bothering to shut the bathroom door behind him as he turned on the water to allow it to warm up. Just as he was bending over, completely naked, to pick up his clothes off the floor, his mothers appeared in the doorway.

"How 'bout a bath this time, huh, kid?" Emma asked, smiling as she stepped into the room.

The bathtub in the mansion was grand, to say the least. It was huge, complete with water jets.

"Huh?" Henry asked, not understanding why she might ask that.

At least… Until Emma began to pull her tank top off and Regina began to unbutton her blouse.

"Oh… Oh, um… Yeah. Bath… Bath sounds good," the young man said, finally understanding the implications of the suggestion his mother had made.

In very little time, Regina was gently pushing on his hips, walking him backward until his calves were pressed against the edge of the tub.

"We just think you might need a little lesson in cleanliness," the brunette explained, slowly sliding her hands down his dirt-and-grease-covered arms. "Now, go ahead and get in, dear. Let your mothers make sure you don't miss any spots."

Swallowing hard, Henry slipped into the warm water of the tub and sat down slowly when Emma pushed down on his shoulders. The tub was just big enough for the three of them to sit down, so Henry was surprised when Emma straddled his lap and grabbed the soap with one hand, gently splashing a small amount of water onto his chest with the other.

Carefully, Emma scrubbed his chest, stopping briefly to tweak his nipples a few times, which made his body jerk beneath the water. Not to Emma's surprise, their son's cock twitched to life, and she smiled when she felt it starting to press against the inside of her thigh.

"Oh, honey," Emma cooed. "Did you like something I did just then?"

Again, she lightly twisted his nipples and earned a soft whimper from his lips. Although she'd known she would have to share, Emma couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when she finished slowly washing his top half, including his neck, which she kissed several times once it was completely clean. Regina pulled back on her shoulder gently to signal that it was her turn to wash him, and Emma dismounted his lap slowly, leaving their son's cock to stand half-hard beneath the water.

His length wasn't lonely for long, though. Regina knelt in front of him and slowly, but without hesitation, slid the soap under the water and over his hips. She cleaned them carefully, rubbing her thumbs in small circles, then moved to his thighs. First, she cleaned the outside of them, then moved the soap from the backs of his knees, all the way up to the apex of his thighs. Then, Regina passed the soap back to Emma, who began to wash herself with it. When she saw that Henry was started to breathe heavily, quite obviously turned on by the intimate attention he was receiving, Regina smiled and rubbed her hands up the inside of his thighs, then gently squeezed his balls in one hand. His mother took the gasp he released and the jerk of his body as signs to continue, then began to roll his balls in her hands, gently washing them and stimulating them tenderly at the same time.

"Mom," Henry breathed, letting his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud.

"You really like it when we touch your balls, huh, baby?" Emma cooed, reaching out to rub the young man's knee, which was sticking up just above the water.

He could only nod, any words caught in his throat as Regina continued to massage him. But now, his agony was growing. Although his mother was bringing him intense pleasure by fondling one of his most sensitive organs, his cock, now fully hard between his legs, was being ignored.

Abruptly, the stimulation of his balls stopped, and Regina backed away, allowing Emma to step in. Avoiding touching his member, Emma then reached behind him and rubbed his backside, massaging the flesh and gently trailing her fingers down his crack, causing his hips to buck. Both women almost laughed at this, thoroughly enjoying the intensity of his reactions. Next, Emma hooked her hands behind his knees and pulled him forward, careful not to touch his aching erection, then leaned him back to cautiously dunk his head beneath the water and scrub his short hair.

By the time he was done being washed, and the women were clean as well, Henry felt as though his balls were no longer being massaged, but rather squeezed in an iron vice, burning for release. He said nothing as the women dried most of him off with a towel, leaving only the area between his legs for him to dry himself. They left him in the bathroom to do this, and when he was done, he found them in their bedroom, naked and curled together on the bed.

At first sight, Henry was breathless. The glory of their naked bodies overwhelmed him, as it always did, and he found it difficult to draw breath as he watched Emma run teasing fingers down Regina's back, to the base of her spine. His mouth watered when he saw Regina shiver in response.

"Come here, love," Regina beckoned him softly, not having to turn and look at him to know he was there, standing in the doorway.

Henry obeyed, standing beside the bed until Emma patted the mattress to signal him to climb into bed with them. When Emma rolled away slightly, making space for him, he knelt between them and smiled softly.

"You two are so beautiful," he told them. "So, so beautiful."

He'd mostly softened since getting out of the bath – the cold air was sobering – but the sight of his mothers lying naked on either side of him caused heat to coil in his belly, stirring him to life once again.

"Aww," Emma cooed. "Did it get cold in here, bubby?"

Immediately, a ruby blush rose to Henry's cheeks, and he tore his eyes away, embarrassed by his own lack of an erection.

"Oh, honey," Regina quickly comforted him. "It's alright. Don't worry, baby boy. Your mommies can get you hard again… if you'd like…"

Emma smiled slyly, then moved to kneel over one of Regina's thighs. Her mouth found its way down from Regina's neck, to her collarbone, to her left nipple, and when she found it, she sucked gently until it was firm in her mouth. When she let out a satisfied hum, Henry felt his mouth water. Sucking on his mother's breasts was one thing. Watching his mothers do the same to each other was a very different story.

"M-Mom," Henry stuttered, watching as Emma pulled her mouth away with a 'pop.'

"Yes, love?" Emma asked sweetly. "Do you want a turn, baby boy?"

As soon as he nodded quickly, Regina took his hands and gently tugged him forward as Emma moved back to her side of the bed.

"I think I have a better idea, if you're ready and you'd like to try it," Regina told the young man, smiling at him as she held his hands.

When he nodded, she pulled on his hips until he fumbled forward. He thought she might be moving him above her mouth to suck him off, but he was surprised when she stopped him just below her breasts.

"Oh, my," Regina said softly, her eyes falling down to his erection. "It seems as though you are quite ready."

When he nodded his head, swallowing hard from the anticipation of what was to come, she sat up carefully, propping herself up somewhat on the pillows behind her, then guided him forward again, until his hard-on was pressed against her chest, between her breasts.

"Go on, bub," Emma encouraged him, pushing gently on his backside, causing his penis to rub the space between Regina's breasts.

"W-What-" Henry started, slightly confused.

To clarify, Emma told him, "You're going to titty-fuck her, Hen… and then…"

"Then… if you want…" Regina cut in. "You can cum on my breasts, and clean it up with your mouth."

Henry groaned at this, involuntarily moving his hips forward. Just as this was happening, Regina used her hands to squeeze her breasts together, enclosing her son's length in her supple flesh.

"W-What do I… um…" the young man started, but Emma quickly moved behind him and pushed her crotch against his backside to push his hips forward again, which caused his cock to rub between his mother's breasts.

He then braced himself with his hands on either side of Regina's head, gathering enough bravery to rock his hips forward again. As he did this, Emma squirted a large amount of lubricant between her wife's breasts and reached between them to rub it over Henry's aching cock.

"Ma," he gasped, feeling the heat of her hand and the lubricant rubbing him.

Emma smiled but moved away, allowing Regina to squeeze her breasts tighter around him. The slick heat of the lubricant allowed Henry's cock to slide easily back and forth, until he'd worked up a steady rhythm, like he usually did when he was buried inside them.

"That's it, baby boy," Regina told him sweetly. "Just like that. Just-"

"Ah, fuck! Mom!" Henry shouted, interrupting her encouragement as his whole body jerked backwards, away from her.

Unable to hold it back, Henry surprised himself with his own powerful orgasm, and ropes of his semen splattered all over Regina's chest. He hadn't lasted long, but he reasoned that that was because of their constant physical teasing since he'd arrived home. When he looked down in shock and saw the droplets of his own cum coating his mother's breasts, neck, and chin, he gasped, then groaned softly when Regina jerked him down closer to her. Then, he wasted no time licking the cum from her breasts and neck, making her moan softly as the stubble of his beard tickled her skin at the same time as his tongue and lips were stimulating her chest and nipples.

Both women woke in the middle of the night to the sound of their son whimpering between them.

"Gina?" Emma mumbled, rubbing her eyes and trying to see through the darkness what the fuss was about.

He was still asleep.

Regina was watching him, not looking at her wife, and raised a finger to her lips to silence the blonde as she nodded toward the cause of the noise.

Henry was stroking himself. Not hard, not fast. Not like he was masturbating. Just… exploring. Lightly, his fingers traced his naked flesh, pinching and squeezing carefully here and there as he let out tiny little whimpers in response.

When she saw what he was doing, Emma smiled. Slowly, she reached out her hand and ran her fingertips down his firm chest, allowing her short nails to drag lightly over one of his nipples. His body jerked slightly in reply, and he continued to explore his own body. Cautiously, Regina flicked on the dim lamp on their nightstand and sat up quietly in bed. Having seen what Emma was doing, she decided to join in, dragging teasing, tantalizing fingers down over his arms, chest, navel, and hips, but never joining Henry's own hands between his legs. They simply watched him, fascinated by his unhurried touch.

Then, the women saw Henry's hand slip deeper between his thighs, reaching behind his erection to gently fondle his balls. Emma froze, watching with her mouth open as his fingertips brushed the sensitive skin there, making his cock throb. Regina took her cue to move her hands south, raking her nails down over the front of Henry's thighs with a feather-light touch.

"Hmm?" Regina hummed, finally looking over at her wife.

The silent question was, 'Why did you stop?' but they both knew the answer: Sometimes, the boy was just too beautiful to believe.

After another moment of catching her breath, Emma did snap out of her trance and move her focus back to her son's toned, chiseled body. How could he be so fragile and young, and yet so grown and masculine at the same time? It was astounding to her how both could be true. Despite his muscles and facial hair, he was still their baby boy.

But the women had learned to see him in a whole new light, one that included sexual desire, and as such, despite the young man's vulnerability, the two found themselves also growing aroused by the situation. Part of them wanted him to wake, wanted him to become aware and engage his erection fully, but the other part of them wanted to savor the delicious, tantalizing slowness of his movements, and their own.

However, both women were quickly becoming uncomfortable in their own arousal. Regina was the first to act on the predicament by using her free hand to tease herself between her legs, much in the same way her son was while he was sleeping. Slowly, the brunette's skilled fingers traced her slit – now dripping with what her core had offered up – never rubbing and only ever briefly brushing her clit.

When Emma saw this, she nearly gasped, overwhelmed by the sight of her two lovers pleasuring themselves. The beauty in it all was too much. With a contented sigh, the blonde mimicked her wife's movements, sliding her fingers back and forth over her folds, as her other hand drew little circles over her son's hip.

"Mmm," Henry finally moaned, a sound that made the women's bodies jolt.

Regina smiled when she saw her son grip himself harder, his hand squeezing closed around his balls. Now, the poor boy's erection was throbbing harder, and the sight of the veins bulging along its length made Emma's mouth water. Without thinking much of it, Emma then brushed her fingers over his curls, lightly bumping the base of his penis as she moved her hand away. When his hips jerked upwards, she moved back slightly, but her wife quickly grabbed her hand and put it back, pressing Emma's palm against Henry's abdomen.

Once she'd recovered from Henry's startling unconscious reaction to her unintentional touch, Emma began to rub her hand over his abs in a slow, circular motion. It only took a few short moments for him to respond to this. He whined softly in his sleep, and both women watched as his hand finally let go of his balls and moved back to the base of his cock. He gripped himself there, harder than before, but didn't move his hand. He simply held his erection.

Slowly, Emma stroked one finger from the tip of his penis downward, until she touched his hand. He let go instantly, allowing her to drag her finger further down to the base of the organ.

"Mmmm," he moaned again. "Mu-ma."

Both women had to cover their mouths to stop the pleasured groan from escaping past their lips.

Then, as Henry placed his hands flat against his thighs, Emma decided that it was time to wake him from his slumber.

With careful, expert lips, Emma covered the tip of his penis with her mouth, moving her tongue slowly around it and sucking only lightly. This was when the young man's eyes fluttered open as he woke with a low groan. The guttural sound sent a new wave of arousal through Regina's core, and she felt the heat of her desire coiling in her belly as she watched him make eye contact with Emma. The blonde smiled around his cock but did not release him. Just as he was about to sit up, Regina put her hands on his chest to gently hold him down.

"Shh," she cooed. "It's alright, love."

"Mm-"

Regina kissed him slowly then, her mouth covering his as her warm tongue slid past his wet lips. He moaned into the kiss as Emma his length a little deeper into her mouth and pressed his tongue against Regina's. When the woman finally did break the heated kiss, Henry whined in protest, but he smiled when he realized that she had only moved away to draw a shaky breath. The kiss resumed, hot and hungry, and continued as Regina repositioned herself so that she was kneeling beside him. Without encouragement, Henry took his chance to move his hand between the brunette's thighs. The area around her folds was slick with her arousal, and this in combination with Emma's expert tongue made him moan. Regina mimicked the noise involuntarily when he pressed his large thumb against her swollen clit.

"Hen-" she started, pulling away, but he gripped her behind the neck and pulled her back into the kiss, greedily exploring all of her mouth with his tongue as Emma explored his cock with hers.

When Henry's hips began to buck up, pushing his length deeper into Emma's mouth, the blonde began to suck harder than before and reached behind his cock to stroke his sensitive balls. As soon as she did this, Henry's hips bucked again, his erection pulsing in her mouth, begging to release its seed. At exactly the same moment as Regina sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit it, and Emma gave the base of his cock a rough jerk, he came. The seed that had been threatening to release itself into Emma's mouth finally shot out against the back of her throat, and she swallowed it hungrily, making his whole body spasm.

Finally, Regina pulled away, stroking his hair as she sensed him coming in her wife's eager mouth. Henry cried out loudly as the last of his orgasm dripped down Emma's throat.

"Such a good boy," Regina cooed.

"Mhmm," Emma agreed, licking her lips before kissing the tip of her son's softening length. "Such a good boy."

Henry could only shut his eyes, panting for breath, as he recovered from the powerful orgasm that had surprised his body.