The next night, Henry was a great deal braver than before. More intentional, too. This time, he walked all the way into the kitchen in his mud-covered boots and put his greasy hands right on his brunette mother's hips. Emma was in the living room watching television.

"Good gracious, what are you doing?!" Regina snapped, whipping her head around.

She was shocked at the sight of him, covered in dirt and getting it all over her clean, newly-waxed floor.

"Henry Daniel Mills! What did I tell you about tracking dirt into the-"

"I'm not sure, mother," Henry drawled. "Perhaps you should remind me."

Hearing the commotion, Emma appeared in the kitchen beside them, eyes wide at her son's seemingly infinite bravery (or his death wish).

Rage flashed behind Regina's eyes as she stepped forward and scowled at her son, ordering, "You will clean up this mess right this instant, young man, or-"

"Or what, mother?" Henry chuckled, smirking at her as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter.

"Henry," Emma warned, sensing Regina's genuine anger.

But of course, Regina wasn't just angry about the dirt on her floors. She was infuriated by the loss of control. The temporary loss of control.

"What will you do to me?" Henry pressed, stepping dangerously close to his mother.

"I will slap your smart ass into next Tuesday if you don't-"

"Do it, then."

"Henry Daniel, don't you test me!"

"I said do it!" he shouted, the smile fading from his lips.

Too shocked to speak but not shocked enough to freeze, Regina cocked her hand back and slapped him with an open palm across the cheek, causing his head to turn. The throbbing red spot that appeared as he hand pulled away surprised both women, and Emma almost spoke, but the sound of Henry's bright laughter interrupted them.

"You might be my mother," Henry told Regina, "but I'm an adult now, and if I want to trash the house… I will."

"Henry!" Emma cut in, putting her hand roughly on his shoulder. "You need to-"

"Henry Daniel, I'm warning you-" Regina tried, but she was interrupted by the abrupt sensation of his hands cupping the backs of her thighs and lifting her into his arms.

Henry held her tightly against him as he carried her quickly up the stairs, and Emma followed them to their bedroom, close on his tail.

"Henry," the blonde tried again, as the young man threw his mother on the bed.

But she was too stunned to say more when he whipped the buckle of his belt open and jerked his pants and boxers down, exposing a large erection.

"Henry, what do you think you're-" Regina started, but the words faded when she saw his length, hard and proud in front of her.

Despite her anger at the way her son had defied her, something about his confidence and force aroused her.

"I'm fucking you," Henry growled, tearing her skirt down and pulling her blouse open, hardly caring that several buttons flew across the room and scattered on the floor as he exposed her supple breasts.

Blinking a few times to clear the haze of her stupor, Emma finally said, "She's going to make you regret this. You ought to apologize before she-" but Henry was already pulling Regina's panties down and throwing them to the side as he grabbed the woman behind her knees "–Oh, Jesus, Henry."

When her son jerked her wife to the very edge of the bed, Emma froze, feeling the familiar sensation of her mouth watering. She took a few steps forward, but just as she was about to put her hand on Henry's shoulder to pull him back, he leaned in so that his body was hovering just over Regina's and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Flip over," the young man ordered, passion flashing in his eyes.

"Henry, don't. She's going to-" Emma tried, taking the final step closer as she put her hand on his back.

He ignored her though, and Regina ignored him.

"I don't take orders from you," Regina spat. "You're my son. You'll do as you're told!"

"Flip. Over. Now."

"I'm warning you, Henry. If you d-"

Regina was cut off quickly by the sensation of her breath being stolen from her chest as Henry's hand squeezed her neck tightly. He wasn't pressing on her wind pipe, but his fingers were firmly pressed against her arteries, cutting off most of the blood flow.

Shocked, Emma tried to push him off, but he swatted her away quickly and gripped his mother's thighs hard enough to bruise as he jerked her forward, thrusting himself firmly into her cunt, full-force, their hips slamming together in a painful union that made Regina cry out. The blonde wasn't sure if it was a cry of pleasure or pain, or perhaps both. Probably both. Emma imagined being in her wife's position, pinned to the bed with her son's hard cock thrusting into her as his hand wrapped around her neck, and it made her wet instantly.

With Regina not having been prepped or readied for penetration, it hurt when Henry thrust into her, and not just because of the force he used. The pain did shock her, but as soon as the sensation of being full spread from her insides outwards, she shuddered beneath him.

"Hen-" she gasped, but he had already begun thrusting wildly, his hand still wrapped around her neck, though no longer hard enough to cut of blood flow.

Emma thought she might pass out from the sight of her wife being fucked roughly by their son, who was basking gloriously in the wave of the complete control he was experiencing. She watched as his thick cock pounded into her and his balls slapped against the inside of her thighs, making a loud noise each time.

As soon as Regina let out a loud, sudden moan, Henry pulled out, leaving her dripping.

"Flip the fuck over," he growled.

Henry would never hit her, or continue if she said 'stop,' but he knew that he would win without that kind of force. He knew she couldn't refuse his cock once it was inside her. Once she had a taste, she needed release. There was no turning back now, for either of them, so – not to Henry's surprise – Regina did as he ordered and flipped onto her stomach, rage still filling her, but coupled with intense desire.

"Good girl," Henry purred, dragging his nails roughly down his mother's deliciously tanned back, all the way down over her ass.

Regina's body jerked forward against the mattress, but he quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards against him and thrust into her mercilessly, causing her to cry out.

"Fuck!" Regina screamed, fisting the comforter of the bed as her son fucked her harder.

"You want this? Huh?" Henry taunted, his thrusts losing all rhythm and control.

He was surprised when he felt the light touch of Emma's hand on his shoulder. She'd stepped close to him to get a better view, but her proximity surprised him.

Before he could speak, she leaned in, lips close to his ear, and whispered (loudly enough for Regina to hear), "Pull her hair, Henry."

"Emma!" Regina screamed, furious that her wife was willing to participate in her pleasurable humiliation.

But Emma ignored her and smiled slyly, reaching into her own panties as her son tangled his fingers in her wife's dark locks of hair. Regina's hair was so smooth that Henry's fingers almost slipped out, and he had difficulty getting a good grip, but once his fingers were tangled tightly enough, he pulled her head back and was surprised by her response.

The strangled cry, a half gasp, half moan, further aroused both Henry and Emma, and the young man's hips jerked forward hard, making his balls slap against the inside of his mother's thighs again.

"Fuck, Mom," Henry grunted, tugging on her hair to earn another strangled, pleasured cry. "I never knew you liked to be dominated so much."

Anger sparked in her again, and she struggled beneath him to buck him off, but he pinned her against the mattress from behind with his hips and pulled her hair again, earning yet another loud sound from her lips.

"That's it, Hen," Emma cooed, stroking his back with one hand while fondling herself with the other.

Emma's fingers rubbed circles over her own clit as she watched him buck wildly against her wife, and she increased the pressure and speed as Henry reached around to Regina's front and pinched the woman's nipple hard in time with his next thrust, making his mother scream.

"Henry!" Regina cried, feeling his movements becoming more rapid, more frantic, and less controlled.

"Fuck, I love you like this," Henry groaned, scraping his nails down her back to the point of drawing a few thin lines of blood. "Hot… Sweating… Desperate for me."

"I am not-" Regina tried, but she gasped each time his cock thrust into her. "Fuck, Henry."

"Keep going, Hen," Emma purred, tightly groping the young man's ass. "She'll cum for you."

"Ugh," he grunted, not stopping. "So fucking tight."

Out of breath and on the verge of giving up, Regina shoved him as hard as possible, which, to the surprise of both Emma and Henry, sent him stumbling backwards as his shaft was pulled from Regina's core. Just as he was advancing on her, Regina slapped her hands together and surrounded them all in a cloud of purple smoke. When it cleared, Emma was also naked, and both she and their son were bound at the wrists to the ceiling, with spreader bars keeping their ankles apart. Regina was standing behind them, clad in leather, with a riding crop.

It took her a few silent moments to speak – Emma and Henry were too shocked to move or make noise – but eventually, Regina caught her breath and said, "You will never… ever… try anything like that again, Henry. And you, Emma… will never again assist him in dominating me. Is that clear?"

Neither spoke.

"I believe I was quite clear just then, and what I asked requires a response," Regina said plainly, tapping her foot on the wood floor.

Both bound individuals shuddered at the sound. Regina was wearing heels. Finally, the brunette walked in front of them and revealed herself, making both of her captives' mouths hang open.

"Well? Was I not clear?" the queen demanded.

When both proved incapable of speech, she slapped their thighs with the riding crop. Both hissed in pain, their bodies jolting. Henry thought he might go soft from the pain, but instead, a flood of arousal filled him and kept him hard, his length still slick with his mother's fluids. The sight of her clad in leather, ready to dominate him instead, was also a contributing factor that kept his length firm.

"Oh, Henry," Regina cooed, smiling as she gazed down at his erection. "Didn't that hurt?"

Thinking hard about his next move, Henry stayed quiet, then finally decided to shake his head. He could give in easily… or he could fight. He chose to fight. It would be far too embarrassing to give in now, especially after his defiant performance just moments before. Emma, on the other hand, was staring blankly at Regina, still slack-jawed, with her eyes glazed over.

"And Emma…" the brunette addressed the woman. "You appear rather aroused yourself."

Rather than defy her wife, Emma simply blushed and nodded her head.

"Ah… So today, we have three roles to play," Regina commented, smirking at her captives. "The dom, the submissive, and the defiant one." "One of you will be punished," she said, "and one of you will be rewarded."

Slowly, she approached her wife and slid the riding crop up the inside of Emma's leg, all the way up to the apex of her thighs, where she brushed it against the woman's clit.

"Today, Henry," Regina continued, "you will learn to respect your queen."

Without looking at him, she flicked the crop hard against his abdomen, causing him to gasp from the pain.

"If you give in now, I might forgive you," the brunette promised. "But if you don't… You will suffer."

Finally, she looked at him, and in reply, he shook his head. Regina then sauntered over to him, as Emma watched on with her arousal dripping onto her thighs, and cracked the crop against his thighs, once on the left, and twice on the right. He cried out, then bit down on his tongue before she could use the toy again. When she did, he swallowed the scream of pain and squeezed his eyes shut.

There was silence for what felt like a long time before he opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He was still hard. How was that possible? Adrenaline pulsed through his body as the veins in his penis throbbed with want. Just minutes before, he'd been sheathed in her heat, dominating her, owning her body, controlling her pleasure with his own. Now, he was vulnerable. The pain meant nothing. He could withstand it. But the want… the burning desire between his legs… that he couldn't handle.

"Mom?" he asked softly, raising his gaze.

The way she was looking at him – like he was prey that she would shortly devour – made him shudder.

She purred, "Yes, dear," before slapping the crop against his left nipple.

As soon as she saw him jerk the chains that held his arms up to the ceiling, Regina smirked and turned to her wife.

"He's not being a very good boy, is he, darling?" Emma shook her head, so Regina continued, "I thought we raised him better than that. Perhaps not."

Again, she turned to Henry and hit him with the riding crop, this time from behind, cracking it hard against his ass. When he only flinched and did not make noise, she sighed softly and walked over to her nightstand, pulling a whip from the bottom drawer.

"Oh, shit," Henry cursed under his breath, staring as she approached him.

"Oh, don't worry," Regina chuckled, sensing his fear. "This isn't for you. Yet. It's for your mother."

Emma swallowed hard, having received this treatment before and knowing what was coming next. Regina cracked the whip against her ass, and the blonde let out a loud cry.

"Be silent," Regina ordered, then cracked the whip against her lover's ass again.

Emma obeyed, swallowing the scream just as Henry had done earlier, and Regina smiled at this, stepping closer to her. Regina claimed her lips slowly, sucking lightly on her tongue and exploring her mouth. Emma shivered, but kissed back tenderly, allowing her wife to lead with her tongue. When Regina bit her lip, though, she gasped softly in surprise. It was only a small shock, but it set every one of her nerves on fire and made her body ache for more. Regina didn't break the kiss right away, but when she did, she noticed that Henry was staring.

"Like what you see, baby boy?" Regina teased, cupping Emma's chin and pressing her warm lips to the woman's cheek.

Nodding involuntarily, Henry continued to watch, then cursed himself for his response.

"I thought so," the brunette announced, then abruptly turned back to her wife. "I'm going to reward you for your obedience now, Emma."

The blonde gasped as soon as she felt Regina slip one cool finger into her dripping cunt. She wasn't nearly full enough, but the sensation when Regina curled the singular digit inside her was enough to make her moan. Henry groaned at the sound and attempted to squeeze his thighs together, but found his legs firmly stuck in place by the spreader bar. Emma moaned again as Regina kissed her hungrily, once again stroking the blonde's tongue with her own. She gasped again when Regina slid a second finger into her effortlessly and curled that one as well. Just as Emma was beginning to pant for air, the queen stopped and removed her touch completely. Then, she turned her attention back to Henry.

"How could my very own son disobey me so?" she mused, cracking the whip absently against his thigh.

He hissed in pain but said nothing, hardly believing that he was seeing the Evil Queen side of his mother for the first time.

"I certainly hope he learns his lesson."

Emma stared in disbelief as Regina jerked their son's cock, pulling hard enough to make him cry out. It hurt, but at the same time, it wasn't enough. Henry needed more. He needed her to continue, to keep touching him, but what he felt next was the crack of the whip against the back of his thighs.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Regina teased, trailing her hand lightly down Henry's front, then squeezing the base of his penis in a firm grip.

He swallowed hard but again did not respond.

"Beg me, and I might just let you," she offered, but he remained silent, so Regina turned her attention back to her obedient wife.

"Such a good girl," Regina cooed, stroking her hand over Emma's warm, red cheek before sliding two fingers back into her sex. "And so ready to cum. Aren't you, princess?"

Emma nodded vigorously, not brave enough to defy her, as Henry was. Well, perhaps it wasn't a lack of bravery. Perhaps it was a lack of desire to disobey. The results of obedience were far more pleasurable then the results of defiance, Emma had learned. She loved the pain. She loved the punishment. But not the deprivation. That was what tortured her. And Henry was feeling that burn now.

Smiling slyly as she once again curled her fingers inside her lover's core, Regina dipped her head down to suck one of Emma's pert nipples into her mouth. When she bit down hard, Emma's body jerked, and the chains holding her arms up shook loudly. Henry was nearly drooling as he watched Regina's hand pull out, her fingers glistening with his mother's cum. He was more than surprised when Regina stepped closer and offered her soaked fingers up to him, rubbing his mother's cum on his lips. He licked them eagerly, then opened his mouth to take in her fingers. When she pushed them in, he sucked them gratefully, savoring the taste of his mother's cum. When he moaned contentedly, Regina laughed and pulled away.

The next crack of the punishing whip, the hardest one yet, shocked Henry's body and made him scream. It was difficult for Regina to hide the pleasure she received from the sound, but she managed, turning her attention back to Emma and once again putting her fingers into the woman's sex. This time, though, there were three, and the fullness made Emma moan.

"F-Fuuuck," Henry groaned softly, jerking on the chains that bound him.

"What's the matter, baby boy?" Regina teased him, looking over to meet his gaze but leaving her fingers inside Emma's body. "Need to cum?"

When he didn't respond, she finally did pull her fingers out of her wife, earning a whine of protest, then walked back over to Henry. As soon as he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, slick with Emma's cum, the man let out a low, pleasured groan.

"Mom," he said breathlessly, as she began to pump his member with her practiced hand. "P-…. Pl-"

"That's it, baby," his mother encouraged him. "Give in to me. Beg."

"N-No!" he cried suddenly, pulling his hips back and away from her touch.

"No one says no to me!" Regina snapped quickly, slapping him across the face, once again making his head turn. "Especially not my insolent son!"

One last time, she stroked him, from base to tip, and wiped his precum on her fingers before walking calmly back over to her wife. This time, instead of just curling her fingers inside, Regina thrust them in and out of Emma's core until the woman was moaning loudly, her head tipping back and exposing the pale skin of her neck. Regina kissed her there, sucking the warm skin until it turned red beneath her lips, and continued to thrust her fingers in and out. Just as Emma was about to cum – Regina always knew – the queen removed her fingers.

"Do you need to cum, baby?"

Emma nodded immediately, wiggling her hips in desperation.

"Well… I suppose you have been good… and we probably should give our son a show – without a happy ending – to punish him for his bad behavior."

Again, Emma nodded, so Regina waved her hand and removed the chains holding her wife to the ceiling. The woman dropped her arms immediately and let out a soft gasp from the pain, but quickly obeyed when the queen ordered her to lie back on the bed. As Regina pulled the strap-on from the bedside table drawer, Henry stared wide-eyed. By the time she fastened it around her hips, he thought he might cum just from the sight. But alas, he couldn't. There was no relief.

Before pulling Emma to the edge of the bed, Regina gave Henry's ass one last hard crack of the whip. She positioned herself between Emma's legs, holding her at the edge of the bed, just as Henry had done to her earlier that evening. Then, she lifted her wife's legs up until they were up by her shoulders and carefully pushed the toy into Emma's still-dripping cunt. Henry groaned as he watched his mother sheath the toy in Emma's heat, longing to reach down and stroke himself into the orgasm he so desperately needed.

The blonde moaned as Regina pushed in as deep as the toy would go, holding the woman's hips tightly to steady her. She moaned again when Regina pulled back slowly, then again when the toy was pushed back in to the hilt.

"Fuck, Gina, please," Emma moaned. "Please. Please. I need you."

"Such a good girl," Regina cooed, stroking her wife's damp hair back out of her face. "See, Henry? This is how you please your queen."

With that, Regina began to thrust steadily until her son was nearly screaming from the sight.

"Alright!" he howled. "Mama, I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Please…"

"What was that?" Regina laughed, pulling the toy out of her wife, earning a moan of protest.

"Please, Mama. I need you. I'll be good. I'll be good. I promise. Just… Please."

With a smile, Regina turned away from him again and thrust back into Emma's core, working rhythmically until the blonde was at the brink of release. Emma screamed as she came, clenching hard around the toy and lifting her hips in a desperate effort to take it deeper. Regina continued her movements until the woman's orgasm had finally washed over her completely and rippled away. Only when Emma was completely finished did Regina remove the toy and approach her son.

"Apologize, Henry," she ordered, staring sternly.

He nodded immediately and pleaded, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, Mama. I need you. I promise I'll be good."

"And you'll never, ever pull that stunt again, will you, Henry?"

"Never. Never. I swear!"

"You're mine, Henry Daniel. You will always be mine. And you will worship your queen."

"Yes, mother."

"Good."

With another wave of her hand, the chains were gone, and so was the leather that had been covering the most intimate places on her body.

As Emma lay recovering from her shattering orgasm, Regina sat beside her at the edge of the bed and beckoned her son forward. Of course, he obeyed, then knelt before her, bowing his head.

"Good boy," Regina told him. "Now, pleasure your queen."

At first, he looked confused, but when he realized the position he was in, he understood and moved closer until his mouth was between her legs. He spread her thighs carefully then put his mouth on her clit, sucking lightly at first, then dragging his tongue along her entire slit to clean the large amount of warm, wet arousal that coated her. He was pleased that she was so wet already. He then realized quickly that she'd enjoyed her display of power. He never would have thought it possible, but there she had been, whipping him, clad in nothing but leather. His cock strained between his legs, aching to be sheathed in her heat.

But he held himself back, vowing to please her first, as he knew she wanted, and his tongue continued to work hard until he felt her thighs squeeze around his head.

"H-Henry," she hiccupped as his tongue pushed inside her. "That's it, baby boy. That's it. Right there."

"Mommy likes that," Emma said slowly, smiling as she sat up and ran her hands through Henry's hair as he ate Regina out. "Make her cum, baby. She's close."

When he groaned in response, sending vibrations splashing through Regina's body, his mother came hard on his face, a fresh burst of her arousal flooding his tongue. He lapped it up hungrily, holding her thighs tightly as she reached her peak. Each time she thought it was over, he would lick her again, expertly teasing her clit with his tongue, sending a few more heavy waves of pleasure crashing over her. By the time her muscles could convulse no more, Henry was smiling, his lips and chin soaked with his mother's arousal.

"Good boy," Regina told him breathlessly, watching as Emma continued to stroke his hair lovingly. "Good boy."

"Do… Do I get to cum now, your majesty?" Henry dared to ask, after a long moment of silence.

After considering this, Regina nodded and sat up slowly, saying, "But not the way you're expecting. Lay on your stomach."

Henry shuddered, then laid himself down on the bed, face-down.

"No," Regina scolded him. "At the edge, as you had me."

As his body reacted again, Henry nodded his head quickly and scooted down so that his ass was at the edge of the bed. It seemed like forever that he waited patiently, longing desperately to rub his painful erection against the mattress to gain some friction and relief. Eventually, though, he felt Regina's fingers trailing down the crack of his ass, spreading lubricant over him until her fingers pushed past his puckered entrance.

"Shit!" the man cursed in surprise, hips jerking forward.

"Shh. Lie still, baby," Regina purred, rubbing his back. "Mommy is gonna take care of you, since you apologized so nicely."

But he couldn't stop shaking, especially when he felt the slick tip of his mother's toy pressed against his tight entrance. Slowly, she pushed into him, earning a long, low groan from Henry that lasted until she was buried to the hilt.

"That's it, baby," Emma encouraged him. "Take it like a good boy for Mommy."

As Regina pulled back slightly, making her son shudder beneath her as he felt his insides throbbing, Emma rubbed her son's shoulders and stroked his hair. Soon, Henry was moaning softly as his mother moved forward and back inside him, pressing against his prostate each time.

"What… What is… Why-" Henry tried, gasping with each movement, but found himself unable to get the whole sentence out.

"That's your prostate, honey," Emma told him softly. "And your mom is gonna make you cum by touching it."

"I… I… Mama!"

As she thrust into him one last time, Henry was horrified to find himself cumming all over the bed, pouring out his mother's prize onto the sheets.

"Oh, yes," Regina cooed, moving once more to drain the last drop of him. "That's my boy."