"A business trip?" Henry said into the phone, sounding confused.

"Yeah, honey," Emma told him softly, putting the call on speakerphone so her wife could take part in the conversation. "Just for the weekend. It's a sensitivity training in Boston for police officers."

"But you guys were supposed to—"

"I'm sorry, baby boy. I'll come see you next weekend, okay? I promise. But Mom will still come this time, alright? She'll be there Friday night around 6."

"But I want to see you both!" Henry cried loudly, his tone making Emma jump slightly.

"I know, honey. I know. Next weekend, okay?"

"Yeah. Fine," the young man huffed. "I gotta go."

"Henry, come on. Don't get pissy, okay? I have to go. I don't have a choice."

"Whatever."

"Stop it. You sound like a teenager."

"Yeah, well… You sound like a jerk."

"Henry Daniel!" Regina shouted. "Don't you dare speak to your mother that way!"

"S-Sorry," Henry stammered, eyes welling with tears.

Though they couldn't see him starting to cry, the women could hear it in his voice.

"Henry," Regina sighed. "Don't give your mother a hard time, alright? She's doing her best. She wants to come. She just can't. But I'll see you on Friday, okay? If you still want to see me, that is…"

"Of course I want to see you!" their son exclaimed. "I always want to see you. I'm just upset because I wanted to see both of you. Together. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Hen," Emma told him. "I understand. And I'm sorry to let you down like this. You have every right to be upset with me. Just know that if I could be there, I would be."

"Okay."

"Alright. Well, it's getting late. You should get some sleep, okay, honey? Make sure you do all your homew—"

"Mooom," Henry whined. "I always do my homework."

This earned a chuckle from both women as they said in unison, "Goodnight, Henry."

"Night, moms. I love you both."

"We love you too, darling," Regina told him. "Always."

When Regina knocked at her son's dorm room door, it flung open almost instantly.

"Mom!" Henry cried, immediately throwing his arms around her.

"Hello, baby boy," Regina greeted him softly, rubbing his back as he embraced her. "How are you?"

"I missed you, Mom. So much."

"I know, dear, but how are you? How was class today?"

"It was shit," the young man grumbled, gently pulling his mother into the room and shutting the door behind him. "All I could think about was seeing you."

"That's all I thought about today too, darling."

Standing on her tip-toes to reach the necessary height, Regina placed a chaste kiss to her son's lips. Before she could pull away, though, Henry threaded his fingers through her hair and held her against him, deepening the kiss. When Henry's tongue pressed against her lips in a request for entrance, his mother allowed it, parting her lips slightly. Their tongues tangled briefly, until Henry abruptly lifted Regina into his arms and backed them against the nearest wall. She let out a surprised gasp as her back hit the wall, but she kissed her son back as soon as his tongue touched hers once again.

"Henry," she moaned softly into the kiss, when he did not pull away after several moments. "I—"

"Mom," Henry whispered, gently setting her down on the floor but barely widening the space between them as he reached down and began to quickly unclasp his belt.

"Henry—"

"I need you," the young man explained breathlessly, jerking his pants and boxers down to his thighs without completely removing them.

Again, Regina gasped, when her son jerked her panties down and off, pushing the skirt of her dress up around her waist. As soon as he lifted her up again, Regina could feel his erection, hard and ready, pressing against her, eager to be sheathed.

Without waiting for encouragement, Henry pierced his mother hard and fast, slamming their hips together in a brutal thrust that made her cry out. The pain subsided quickly, though, as Regina felt his length deep within her and his girth stretching her wide.

"Oh, God, Henry," she moaned, bucking against him as her breath came raggedly.

"Mom," Henry groaned, fucking her hard against the wall. "Fuck. I need you."

Shocked by the realization that she was already close to finishing, Regina gasped, "Shit, Henry. I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, mumma. Cum for me. Cum on my dick."

"Oh, fuck."

With that, Regina fell apart around him, her walls shattering and squeezing him tightly, milking the orgasm out of him until his seed was splashing into her in thick ropes.

Henry set her down gently, still gasping for breath, and leaned down to press their foreheads together.

"I fucking love you."

Also breathless, Regina managed to say, "Love you too, baby boy."

This made Henry shiver against her, and noticing this, Regina smiled and kissed his lips softly.

"So eager," she teased. "It's been a while since I've seen you like that."

Henry thought back to the moment he'd decided to take his mother, despite her half-hearted objections. And then about the time he'd attempted to take control of her and ended up both embarrassed and well educated about the boundaries between them.

When she saw the slight look of concern on his face, Regina assured him, "It's alright, baby boy. That was perfect."

This earned a smile from Henry, who slid his hands and up and down Regina's sides. Again, she kissed him.

They all agreed that the following weekend should include alone time for Henry and Emma, as Henry had gotten alone time with Regina the weekend before. When Emma arrived at the school, Henry escorted her to the dining hall where they talked over a mediocre meal.

"I miss mom's cooking," Henry sighed.

Emma nodded with a sigh and a sympathetic look before taking the last bite of her meal.

Back at the dorm, Henry wasted no time unclothing her bottom half in the first moment they were alone together. Like the previous weekend with Regina, Henry found himself insatiable. There was no time for more talk, for tender hugs and apologies. Only time for the release that he'd been craving all week, that Emma's had been craving for even longer.

"Henry!" Emma gasped in surprise, as he nearly threw her against his desk, bending her over it as he fumbled clumsily with his pants.

"I'm so fucking hard for you," her son ground out, finally releasing himself from the confines of the fabric separating them.

Again, Emma gasped, this time from the sensation of his surprisingly hard cock pressing against her ass. She wasn't ready for him yet, but he didn't wait. Henry then dragged his nails down from her shoulders to her ass once before he thrust into her from behind, and the sound of the desk slamming against the wall startled his mother. Still, he didn't stop his loving assault on her sex as he moved into her again. This time, she was ready, her hands tightly gripping the edges of the desk to brace herself for his thrusts.

"Henry," she moaned, feeling him push and pull her hips to get himself deeper into her cunt.

The maddening sensation of his cock moving inside her wasn't enough to make her cum, until he stepped a little closer, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts and thereby striking her in the perfect place. She bucked back against him, crying out, as soon as he hit it, and he knew instantly what he'd done. Triumphant, he began to thrust wildly into her, fucking her hard against the desk, just as he had fucked Regina hard against the wall.

"Need you," he growled, bucking hard against her ass.

"I—need—you too," Emma gasped, shocked by how hard and fast he was fucking her. "Please. More."

Henry obeyed without question, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts until his mother cried out. He stopped, unable to tell whether this cry was from pain or pleasure.

Immediately, she assured him, "No, I'm fine. Don't stop."

After stroking her back lovingly, Henry gripped her hips again and continued to rail her against the desk, as hard and as fast as he could manage, until Emma was screaming his name.

"Henry! Henry! Henry."

"Oh, God, Mom," Henry grunted, continuing his movements. "You're so tight. So tight and wet around my cock." Emma could only gasp with every thrust, rendered breathless by the way he was fucking her, so Henry continued, "You're fucking dripping for me."

"Don't stop," was all she could manage, but he only had to thrust one more time before she came hard around him.

He joined her in her ecstasy, an intense orgasm crashing through him, but even though his legs had become weak and he felt he might collapse, he continued to move inside her – slowly now – until he felt the last of her muscle contractions. Only then did he remove himself from her core. He pressed himself against her, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder several times, tasting the sweat on her back as his lips touched her skin.

"You're everything to me," he told her breathlessly, kissing her other shoulder, then all the way down her spine.

Henry's lips then pressed against each of her rear cheeks, making Emma shiver. She blushed, turning even redder than the intense climax had made her, as she felt yet another wave of fluid dripping onto her thighs.

After several long moments, Henry pulled away and offered gently, "Come to bed."

As they lay beside each other, the young man absently rubbed his hand over his mother's abdomen, feeling the subtle ripples of her muscles between his fingers. The softness of his skin had always been a pleasure of Emma's, and the tenderness of his touch had always comforted her. That night, though, as his hands began to wander to the tops of her thighs, his touch made her shiver.

Eventually, Henry began to use his fingertips, gently caressing her skin in various places between her navel and her knees, but mostly lingering between her thighs. Once again, as her son's fingers dipped slightly deeper between her legs, Emma felt a rush of her own arousal coating her lower lips. This time, as Henry moved his hand up just slightly, he felt it too.

"Henry…" Emma whispered, her breath hitching. "Finger me."

Henry smiled at this, opening his eyes, and propped himself up on his elbow. Using his free hand, he dragged his fingertips up between his mother's legs, coating them in her arousal, before dipping them between her folds. He slid them from the front to the back, then forward again, slathering his hand with her fluids. Of course, as his gentle hands grew closer and closer to her clit, Emma gasped softly, her muscles tensing.

Feeling this, Henry whispered, "Relax, Mum. I got you."

Almost instantly, Emma did relax – at least, as much as she could – and allowed him to work his magic on her body. Although his focus was on teasing her folds and playing with the skin around her entrance, Henry alternated between touching her where she was wet and dragging his fingertips over the sensitive skin of her hips and thighs. This was enough to keep her on edge, desperate for him to put his fingers inside her, or at least to rub her clit.

But he refrained for a long while, until Emma started to whimper. Then, he pushed his fingertip – just slightly – into her entrance. Instantly, her muscles clenched again, her walls contracting in anticipation of what was to come.

"Please," Emma whined. "I need you."

This was what Henry had wanted to hear all along, but he was determined to drag this out. He wanted to keep her on edge all night, if he could. As long as possible, until she burst for him beneath his touch. So, slowly, he dragged his finger through the wet mess of her folds again, back and forth, soaking his fingers once more. Then, again, he teased her entrance, just enough to make her walls contract. Soon, Emma's whimpers became louder, and her hips began to lift in desperation when his fingertips nudged at her entrance a few more times. His playful touch was bringing her close – so close – to what she needed, but it wasn't quite enough.

He held out longer, though. He was too stubborn to give in, despite the delicious sounds of her body's wanton pleas. Carefully, and with great intention, Henry pressed his thumb against his mother's swollen clit, making her hips buck and a strangled cry escape her lips.

"Please!" she sobbed, desperately trying to push herself against his hand.

But he removed his touch almost as quickly as he had placed it there, leaving her once again desperate for more.

"I need you," Emma begged, gripping his arm to try to pull him closer. "Please. I need more."

"Shh," he cooed, stroking her hair back. "Be a good girl."

Emma melted instantly at his words, her whole body tensing. With a careful touch, Henry once again pressed his thumb against her clit, this time nudging the tips of two of his fingers into her entrance as well. She gasped and felt such pleasure that she nearly screamed aloud, but the sound was strangled into silence by the intense rush of ecstasy that shot through her. When he saw her back arch off the bed, Henry knew he couldn't tease her much longer, so he slowly – slowly – slid his fingers into Emma's pulsing, dripping heat. His fingers slipped in without resistance, and her walls welcomed him eagerly by clenching around him almost instantly.

"Oh, fuck, Henry."

"That's it, Mumma. Good girl."

"Oh, fuck," Emma moaned, his words intensifying the electricity he had sent coursing through her veins. "Hen."

As soon as his fingers were knuckle-deep, the young man curled them expertly, stroking the spot on her walls that was sure to bring her almost instantly to climax. She screamed and bucked against his hand, grinding on it, desperate for him to move faster, harder, deeper.

"More," she gasped, feeling his fingers straighten.

Again, he curled them, but this time, he moved his thumb in a circular motion around her clit, rubbing it gently and increasing the pressure each time she let out a loud moan.

This continued until Emma screamed a final time – his name escaping her lips in a loud cry – and she came with his fingers completely buried inside her.

"I think he's doing better," Emma said to her wife that Sunday night, when she'd returned from her visit to Henry's school.

"You think so?"

"Well, I at least think he trusts us a little more. Maybe the alone time was a needed change. I don't think he – or we – would want much more of it any time soon, but I think it changed things up a little and allowed us both to bond with him in a slightly different way, you know?"

Regina nodded slowly and smiled at her wife, easing back against the pillows of their bed. Emma then leaned back as well, joining her under the covers, and slid her hand over Regina's abdomen, just the way her son had done to her two nights before. Her hand traveled slowly, playfully, until it was gently nudging open her wife's thighs. Regina's eyes had fallen shut as she'd enjoyed Emma's gentle caress, but now that the woman's hands were closer to the apex of her thighs, her body was reacting differently. She made no move to close her legs, but instead allowed Emma to explore, until finally, just as the woman was about to slide her fingers between her folds, Regina felt a rush of fluid escape her core. Emma felt it instantly and looked up at Regina, smiling softly.

"I love that," she whispered, carefully dragging two fingers between her wife's soaking folds. "Love how wet you get for me."

Regina could only whimper in reply as Emma pressed her fingertips against the entrance to her heat and the pad of her thumb against her clit. She wasn't taking her time the way her son had done, but she was touching Regina in all the same ways. She wanted to share that experience with her, rather than leave her out of it.

"He fingered me like this," Emma said softly, slowly sliding her fingers into her wife's dripping cunt.

Regina groaned, then gasped as the blonde curled her fingers, stroking the woman's walls from the inside.

"Just… like… this…" Emma purred, pausing between each word to curl her fingers again.

Each time, Regina lifted her hips slightly to push Emma's fingers deeper, and her wife allowed this, longing to bring Regina as much pleasure as possible. The same pleasure she'd received from their son.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, stroking Regina's sweat-matted hair back. Regina nodded quickly, and Emma added, "It's been a long time since I've touched you like this."

Again, Regina nodded as Emma continued to move inside her, bringing her to the brink of bliss.

"We're always penetrating in other ways, whether it's a toy, or Henry's cock… I haven't taken the time to finger you in so long," the blonde sighed thoughtfully. "I missed it."

Finally, Regina's soft moans became louder as Emma curled her fingers just a little bit faster and pressed just a little bit harder on her clit. Just as Regina was starting to lose control – Emma could sense it, like always – her wife began to rub her clit in fast, tight circles.

"Ahh!" Regina screamed. "Fuck!"

Bucking in response, the brunette came hard on Emma's fingers, crying out the woman's name.

"Was that… okay?" Emma asked, once the convulsions of Regina's orgasm had ended.

"Of… Of course," Regina answered breathlessly, pushing her own hair out of her face. "Jesus Christ. That was amazing."

"Really?"

"Yes, baby. Really."

With a proud smile, Emma pulled her lover into her arms and held her there until their breathing slowed.