Author's Note: Alright, guys... Sorry it took sooo long to update! I was REALLY stuck! This isn't my best smut, for sure... but I needed to put a little more plot in here to address the fact that Henry really only has a relationship with them. I certainly didn't *resolve* that issue, but I at least brought it up, which I think was needed. Hope you enjoy and that I don't let anyone down!

"Do you think he's okay?" Regina asked her wife, over breakfast the next morning.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"I mean… like… Is he going to be okay?"

"I… don't follow…"

Looking blankly at the brunette, Emma tilted her head slightly.

"I love when you do that," Regina told her with a slight smile. "I love when you get confused and tilt your head like a little puppy."

"I don't do that!" Emma cried, immediately straightening up.

This earned a soft laugh from her wife, who wrapped her arms around her lover and held her tightly.

When they finally did pull away, after Emma returned the embrace, Regina asked again, "In all seriousness, though… Do you think we're messing him up?"

"What? No. Why would I—" Emma started defensively, but trailed off when other thoughts interrupted. "Do you?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Regina replied, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Regina, he—"

"He can't stand to be away from us. He's co-dependent."

"Oh, come on. That's not—"

"Yes, it is, and you know it. He has an unhealthy attachment to us. Not to mention, we're fucking him."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

There was a long pause between them as their steel-like gazes met.

Eventually, Regina answered, "Yes. A little." When Emma looked surprised, Regina added, "I just feel like we might be holding him back. I mean, I know he's growing up in some ways, but in others…"

"Just because he likes to nurse in bed doesn't mean—"

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the fact that he can't be away from us without crying. He has very few other relationships with friends and he's turning into a hermit."

"Well, at least his grades are still good."

"Emma! That's not the point! I'm worried about him. Why aren't you?"

"I don't know," Emma sighed. "I guess I'm being selfish."

"You are, a bit."

"I'm sorry, Gina. I just love you both so much, and I can't imagine my life any other way. I should want what's best for Henry, though. I mean, I do want what's best for Henry. It's just hard to admit that this might be hurting him in some way."

"I don't know that it is. I'm just concerned."

"I know, honey. We're his mothers first and foremost, before anything else."

"Maybe we should have a talk with him."

"He's going to freak out if we try, Gina…"

"Well, we're his parents, right? We have to have the hard conversations, whether he wants to or not."

"Okay. You're right. So what do we say? How do we know if he's telling the truth about how he's feeling?"

Regina shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't know yet. I guess we'll have to talk about it more before it happens."

The next time Henry visited home, the women sat him down at the dinner table and each took their place on either side of him.

"Henry…" Emma started. "We… That is, your mother and I…"

The knot in Emma's throat was too large for her to finish the jumbled thought, so her wife cut in gently, saying, "We're a little concerned about you, darling."

Henry blinked a few times, looking back and forth between his mothers, before asking, "Why?"

"Well, honey… You, um… You don't really talk much about any of your… friends… or what you do with your free time…" Regina told him.

"What do you mean?" Henry asked quizzically, looking confused.

"You haven't mentioned having even a single friend, or any extracurricular activity that you've taken part in since you started school," Emma explained.

"And…?"

"And we're worried about you," Regina cut in. "We just want you to be… Well…"

"Normal?" Henry asked bitterly. "Like everyone else?"

Regina quickly countered, "No, honey. Just… healthy. We want you to be healthy."

"I am healthy!" the young man shouted. "I'm fine! Why are you—"

"Henry," Emma said, her tone a warning. "Lower your voice."

"Whatever," Henry spat, shoving his chair back and standing up abruptly. "I'm going to bed."

"Henry, wait—" Emma tried, but Henry was already half way through the kitchen by the time she turned around.

After a moment of silence, Regina sighed, "Maybe we should just drop it and let him be."

"I think maybe we just went about it the wrong way. We kind of blindsided him. And it was also two against one just then. It wasn't really a fair conversation."

"True."

Before either could say anything else, they both heard a loud bang coming from upstairs.

"Let's go up and see if we can calm him down," Emma said, quickly rising from her seat.

"Wait," Regina warned, grabbing her wife's hand to hold he still. "Maybe we should give him some space."

"I don't want him to go to bed angry."

"Good point… Alright. Let's go."

After knocking twice on Henry's door, the two women stood in the hallway waiting as loud music poured from the room.

"Henry?" Regina finally called out. "Come on, honey. We just want to say goodnight."

No response.

"Hen," Emma tried. "Please. Just a kiss goodnight?"

The music became soft enough for the women to hear their son approaching the door, and they looked at each other with smiles as they waited for him to open the door.

"Just a kiss?" Henry asked hesitantly through the door, his hand on the knob.

"Just a kiss," Regina replied.

"We don't have to talk?" the young man pressed.

"We don't have to talk," Emma told him. "Now, come on. Kiss your mothers goodnight."

Slowly, the old wooden door creaked open, revealing Henry standing in boxers and a plain white T-shirt.

"Okay," he said softly, leaning in towards them.

Regina met his lips first, offering a chaste kiss. Emma was next, but her lips lingered longer, and her hand rested on her son's forearm as she continued to kiss him. Then, Emma pulled away and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she told him. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Sorry we upset you, baby boy," Regina added. "We love you very much."

Of course, the use of his favorite pet name weakened Henry, to the point where he reached out and grabbed their wrists as they began to turn around.

"Wait," Henry plead softly. "Can I come sleep with you guys?"

"I thought you were angry," Emma said playfully, trying not to laugh.

"I am!" her son shouted. "You shouldn't pick on me like that. But…"

"We weren't trying to pick on you, dear," Regina told him. "We were just concerned. But if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. Okay? And yes, of course you can sleep with us."

This earned a weak smile from their son, who held their hands as he was led to his mothers' bedroom.

Not surprisingly, Henry fell asleep first, lying between them.

"He's so handsome," Regina sighed, gently massaging their son's abdomen as he slept.

"I can't imagine a life without him…" Emma mused.

"I hope we never have to."

"He's growing up so fast…"

"Grown, I think."

"Don't say that. He's still—"

"He's an adult now, Em. You know that."

"But he still has so much to learn about life."

"That's true, I suppose… Still, he's… he's…"

"He's got facial hair," Emma giggled quietly, earning a soft laugh and a nod from her wife as well.

Looking over at their son, the blonde smiled and stroked the stubble on Henry's cheek.

Then, Regina confessed, "I can't decide if it's handsome or scary."

"Scary?"

"He's growing up too fast, just like you said. He's…"

"He's always going to be our baby boy. You know that, Gina."

Just then, Henry stirred slightly, shifting his weight on the bed but remaining on his back.

"Shit," Emma cursed. "We woke him."

"Nuh-uh," their son mumbled sleepily.

"Oh, honey," Regina cooed. "I'm so sorry. We were just—"

"Nnng," the young man groaned.

"Shh, bubby," Emma whispered, stroking his chest with a feather-light touch. "Back to sleep."

"Nuh-uh," Henry protested. "Don't wanna. Wake now."

"I thought you said we didn't wake you," Emma teased, giving her son's nipple a playful pinch.

"Nnng."

"Come on, sweetheart," Regina pressed. "Get some sleep."

"Make me," Henry taunted firmly, his eyes opening.

Surprisingly, he seemed to have snapped into consciousness, suddenly fully awake.

Seeing his eyes open, Regina warned, "Henry."

"I'm done sleeping," the young man told them both, sitting up slowly. "And… I'm done being mad."

This caused both women to raise an eyebrow as they looked at him, somewhat surprised by his abrupt recovery.

"Oh?" Regina asked, placing a hand on his toned thigh.

With a nod, Henry put one hand on top of Regina's, and the other on top of Emma's, offering a playful smile.

"Well… as glad as I am that you seemed to have forgiven us for upsetting you… You need your sleep."

"So do you," Henry countered with a grin. "But here you are. Awake. Talking about me…"

"We… We were just—" Regina tried, but their son cut her off.

"You're never going to lose me," he told them both. "But I am grown up now, and I can make my own decisions. I know what I want. And what I want is both of you."

Unable to hide the smiles tugging at their lips, both women squeezed his hands. Henry squeezed back, offering his own smile, then kissed each of their cheeks.

"I love you guys," he said. "And I know you're worried about me, but I'm fine. I don't need anything but you two."

"Henry…" Regina sighed, reaching out and stroking his hair.

"Don't," Henry snapped. "Just trust me, okay?"

"Aww, bub… Don't be like that. We just think you need more… social interaction…"

"I—" their son tried.

"Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to be with someone else…?" Regina asked him.

Instantly, Henry gasped, "What?!" and stared at his mother, dumbfounded. "Of course not!"

"You don't…?" Emma asked, looking at him quizzically.

"No, I don't! Why would you even ask that?"

"Well, sweetheart… I mean… Lots of young men… have… urges… and we just want you to feel like you can explore your options and—"

"Explore my options?!" Henry shouted. "Are you kidding me? Since when was this an open relationship?!"

"Henry," Emma said sternly, moving her hand to his thigh. "Listen. It's not like that. We just meant—"

"No. This is bullshit. Are you seeing other people?!"

"Of course not, Henry!" Regina cried, grasping both of his hands. "Of course not."

"Then why would you want me to?" he asked.

Then, Emma explained, "It's not that we want you to see other people. It's just…"

"It's just that we don't want to take away any of your options," the brunette finished. "You're so young, and we don't want you to feel… trapped…"

"You think I feel trapped…?" their son asked them sadly.

"I don't know, baby," Regina sighed. "That's all we're trying to ask."

"Well… I don't. I don't feel trapped with you. I feel at home. Please… don't make me go…"

"We're not going to make you go, sweetheart… You're more than either of us ever could have dreamed of, darling."

After biting his lip and pausing for a moment, Henry asked, "Really?"

"Absolutely," Emma agreed.

The look of relief on Henry's face made Emma and Regina feel relief of their own, grateful that they'd all come to an understanding.

Then, the young man surprised them both, saying, "Prove it."

"Henry," Regina chuckled.

Then, Emma joined in, laughing, "Go the fuck to sleep, you little punk."

"No. Prove it. Prove you really want me," Henry said, voice stern.

"C'mon, Hen," Emma said. "You know we do."

"Prove it."

This time, Henry looked even more serious, startling his mothers.

"Henry…" Regina warned. "This isn't funny. We're not going to—"

But her son cut her off by moving quickly to straddle her lap. She gasped softly when she felt the pressure of his hard-on against her stomach.

"Hen, what are you—" Emma tried, but Henry ignored her.

"Come on," he said. "Prove it, mum." When Regina simply stared at him in shock, her mouth watering, he asked, "Don't you want me?"

Unable to speak, Regina simply nodded, her hands dropping to reach between her son's legs.

When her son rutted lightly against her, Regina let out a soft gasp and gripped his length through his boxers. Seeing that her wife had relaxed and was giving into their son's demands, Emma moved behind him and began to rub his back and shoulders.

Sighing at the sensation of Emma's hands on his back, Henry teased, "You want these off?" once again rubbing himself against his mother's abdomen.

"Mmm," Regina hummed, lying back against the pillows.

"Roll over," Henry ordered as he dismounted and stood beside the bed.

Hesitating for only a moment, Regina was compelled by the sternness of her son's voice to obey the command. Emma scooted back to the other side of the bed, and once Regina was on her back, the women were shocked to hear the sound of Henry's large hand slamming hard against the bare skin of the brunette's ass. Regina let out a loud gasp when she felt it and bit down on her lip to stop the cry that threatened to escape.

When she'd recovered, she started, "What are you—" but was interrupted by the smack of her son's hand.

"Henry," Emma tried, moving towards him, but he swatted her hand away quickly.

"Are you ready?" Henry asked, ignoring Emma and focusing his attention on Regina first.

Too surprised by her son's display of dominance to reply verbally, Regina bit her lip again and nodded slightly. This was all he needed to proceed, positioning himself between her legs on the bed. As soon as he was there, he lifted his mother's hips and pulled her roughly back against him, pushing the head of his cock into her sheath. Regina moaned loudly at the force of being filled abruptly and bit down on her own wrist to muffle the rest of the sounds that threatened to escape her as her son began to thrust.

"Ughhh," Henry groaned, bucking into Regina's heat. "Fuck, mom."

Regina tried to move back against him and meet his movements, but they were too erratic and forceful to match. He was losing control.

"Ma," Henry grunted, addressing Emma. "Get—the— ughhh, fuck."

Emma hesitated, but she knew what her son wanted, and his desperation aroused her, so she snapped out of her daze and reached into the drawer of the nightstand and removed the toy she knew he wanted.

"Ma," the man gasped, urging Emma to hurry as he continued to thrust his cock deep into Regina's cunt.

"Henry," Regina whined, starting to gasp with every buck of her son's strong, commanding hips.

Before Henry could turn to look at Emma, she was behind him, startling him with cool, slick fingers between his cheeks, making him groan softly as his body shuddered.

"You want us to prove how much we want you?" Emma husked in her son's ear.

When he nodded swiftly, she moved closer and lined the toy strapped to her hips up with his entrance. Henry groaned again as he felt the tip of the toy starting to press into him, and groaned louder when she pushed it in all the way. In time with Emma's thrust, he pushed his own length back into Regina's heat, and the two being penetrated moaned in unison.

"Oh, fuck," Henry grunted. "Ma."

As Henry bucked harder and faster, Emma tried to match him, but couldn't keep his pace. Instead, she held his hips and gave him slow, deep movements, which caused her son to moan louder each time.

Then, Regina gasped, "Fuck, Henry," and was rewarded with another hard slap to her ass. "Oh, God."

Soon, they were all panting from the effort of their lovemaking, until Henry finally cried out, "Ma! Mama, I'm gonna come."

"Yeah, baby," Emma husked. "Come inside her."

With a loud, low groan, Henry emptied himself into his mother's cunt, and as soon as she felt his seed filling her, Regina came too.

Author's Note: So that's what I got for now. I'm not sure where I'm taking it next, but I'll try not to make you all wait so long for the next update. No promises, though. I think I might do a bit of a time jump into the future to his graduation... not sure yet though where the plot is going. Thanks for reading! I'll work hard to deliver something good in the upcoming chapters!