LATER

"I can't believe you just graduated!" Emma cried, throwing her arms around her son.

Tears in her eyes, Regina told announced, "I can, and I am so, so proud of you, baby boy."

This earned a bright blush from Henry, who looked away from his adoring mothers and down at his shoes.

"Our precious boy," Emma sighed happily, stroking the man's hair back.

"Aww, mum," Henry mumbled, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. "C'mon…"

"What's wrong, baby boy?" Regina asked him with a bright smile, touching his clean-shaven cheek.

"Mooommm," the man whined, wiggling away. "We're in public!"

As they stood on the athletic field of Henry's university, surrounded by other families congratulating their graduates, both women hugged their son tightly and grinned.

"You embarrassed, baby boy?" Regina whispered in his ear.

"N-No!" he snapped, pulling away as his cheeks turned a brighter shade of red.

"Alright, bubba," Emma laughed, ruffling Henry's carefully combed hair. "Let's get out of here and go celebrate, huh?"

With a nod, Henry followed his mothers to the parking lot, gripping his graduation cap firmly in his hands.

"So, where do you want to go to dinner, you handsome, graduated young man?" Regina asked, starting the car.

"I get to choose?" Henry asked excitedly, smoothing his hair back down.

"Of course you do, bub," Emma chuckled. "You're the graduate! Today is your special day!"

"How about Fogarty's?"

"Oh, that place in South Berwick?" Emma asked. "Sure. They're the ones with the great pies, right?"

"Mhmm!"

"Sounds good, guys," Regina told them with a smile, pulling out of the parking lot. "Away we go."

"Oh, wow," Emma gaped, staring down at her entrée of chicken parmigiana. "I forgot how huge these portions were!"

"Don't be a pansy, Ma!" Henry laughed. "You can do it!"

Rolling her eyes, Regina took a bite of her salad and shook her head slightly.

"What am I going to do with you to rascals, hmm?" Regina asked them, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Love me, feed me, never leave me?" Henry giggled playfully, taking a large bite of his lobster roll into his mouth.

"Hey!" Regina said firmly. "Small bites, please."

When Regina looked over at Emma, the woman's mouth was just as full, causing her to roll her eyes again. When the two continued to eat without restraint or manners, she gave her wife's shin a firm kick under the table, then pressed the bottom of one of her heels against her son's crotch, causing both to cough and nearly spit out their food.

Emma and Henry looked at Regina, dumbfounded, but remained silent. Smirking at them, Regina continued to rub her son's crotch with her foot, until she felt his hand rest on her shoe. For a moment, she stopped, but when Henry didn't push her away, she continued again.

At first, Emma wasn't sure why Henry was still staring at Regina, but when his face contorted slightly in an expression of surprised pleasure, she realized what was happening and froze. After sitting through a moment of hesitation, Emma decided that the look on her son's face was not one she could watch without joining in. She kicked off one of her own heels – ones she'd only decided to wear for Henry's special day – and pressed her foot against Henry's crotch, finding a hard tent in his pants.

"M-Mom," Henry stammered, shivering from their touch.

"Yes, dear?" Regina asked calmly, still smirking at her son.

"N-Nothing—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the waiter appeared beside their table and asked, "Can I get you folks anything else?"

"I think we're ready for dessert, actually. I'm pretty sure Emma wants the apple pie, and my son and I would like the cheesecake. Is that right, sweetheart?"

When Regina turned to look at him, Henry blushed and nodded his head.

As soon as the waiter was gone, both women resumed their assault on their son's aching hard-on. This only stopped a short while later when the waiter reappeared with their desserts. Again, when he was gone, the women continued stimulating Henry's erection through his trousers.

"Well?" Regina teased, addressing her son. "Aren't you going to eat your cheesecake, dear?"

With a weak nod, Henry took a bite of his dessert, nearly choking on it when the pressure on his crotch increased.

"M-Mum," he tried again, after managing to swallow.

"Yes, darling?" Regina answered. "Are you too full? Would you like to have the waiter pack up your dessert to take home?"

Blushing brighter, Henry shook his head, knowing what she was really asking. Both women smirked at this and continued to pleasure him as he forced himself to keep taking bites of his cheesecake.

Then, Emma and Regina felt Henry's thighs begin to shake, signaling his impending orgasm.

"Now, you'd better not get any cheesecake on your brand-new dress pants, Henry," Regina taunted the graduate. "Understand?"

Letting out a soft gasp as Emma increased the amount of pressure on the bulge in his pants, Henry nodded. Another one escaped him as he nearly reached his peak and tightly gripped Emma's hand, which was on the table near his. But both women immediately dropped their feet to the floor when they heard the second gasp, knowing if they continued further, it would be too much for him to hold back his climax.

Henry let out a soft whine when they stopped, but was also partially relieved, knowing that if he had come, it would have been obvious to everyone around him. The steps he took back to their car after paying the bill were excruciating, but he managed to remain quiet until the car doors were all shut.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, as they pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot. "What the hell was that?"

Both women wanted to laugh, but both stifled the sound.

Then, Emma turned around to smirk at Henry, replying, "Whatever do you mean, handsome?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?!"

"Oh, settle down," Regina laughed. "It was just a bit of fun."

"Just a bit of fun?" Henry gaped. "My balls are about to explode."

"Oh?" Regina teased with a grin. "Can't wait til we get home, hmm?"

Vigorously shaking his head, Henry shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"P-Please, Mum… C-Can I…"

"Can you what, dear?" Regina asked.

"Can I p-please t-touch myself?"

"Need it that bad, huh, bubby?" Emma chuckled.

"Ma, please," their son whined, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip.

"You look like you're gonna pee yourself," Emma teased him. "You gonna be okay?"

"Ma! Please!"

"Alright, alright," Regina told him. "Go ahead. Emma… I want you to get it on video."

With a broad grin, Emma pulled out her phone and turned in her seat to face her son, aiming the camera at his crotch.

Hesitating and clearly made nervous by the camera, Henry slowly unzipped his trousers and reached into them, jerking himself once. Shaking her head, Emma silently gestured for him to pull his boxers down. Obeying, Henry wiggled his pants and boxers down below his knees and rapidly started to pump his painfully hard member until his hips began to jerk upward into his hand.

Then, suddenly, Henry let out a loud cry and bucked once more, his come erupting from the head of his cock in thick bursts. Emma only ended the recording when the man's low groan finally came to an end and he stilled in his seat.

"Wow," Emma breathed, open-mouthed. "That was…"

Henry's face was bright red, and he was trying his hardest to avoid his mother's gaze. Of course, Emma was staring as her son struggled to shove his softened member back into his boxers as he pulled them up. Meanwhile, Regina was struggling to keep her hands on the wheel and her focus on the road. Luckily, the mansion at 108 Mifflin Street was just around the corner.

"You've got to see this," the blonde announced, waving the phone in her wife's general direction.

"Don't distract me while I'm driving!" Regina cried, gripping the wheel harder to avoid losing her focus.

Emma laughed at this, but although their son normally would have laughed along with her at his mother's outburst, he was too embarrassed to make a sound.

"What's the matter, Hen?" Emma asked curiously, noticing his obvious discomfort. "It's not like we've never seen you come before."

"Well, you've never recorded it," the man grumbled, once again dropping his gaze.

"We saw it on video chat when you were at school," Regina chimed in with a smile.

"Yeah, well… Having it recorded to be re-watched is a little different. And after you watch it, I'm deleting it."

"No way!" Emma cried. "We're keeping that shit forever. It was gold."

"No!" Henry shouted in reply, scrambling to reach for the phone from the back seat.

But Emma was too quick and pulled the phone away before he could grab it, shoving it between her thighs as she squeezed her legs shut.

"No, Sir. Mine forever."

Then, it was Regina's turn to laugh brightly. Scowling at his mothers, Henry crossed his arms and sat back in his seat. Shortly thereafter, the car pulled into the driveway at their residence, and Henry nearly flew out of the car once he'd flung the door open, rushing into the house before either of the women could say anything else.

They found him in the living room, sitting on the lounge with his head hung in his hands.

"Henry?" Emma asked gently, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

He pulled away immediately, shrugging her off, and mumbled, "What?"

"Honey… We weren't trying to make you feel uncomfortable or embarrass you. What you just did was incredibly sexy, and having it documented for the rest of our lives is an absolute treasure."

Slowly, Henry lifted his head and looked at his mother. When she saw that he was on the verge of tears, Emma instantly sat beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Baby boy," she whispered. "Don't be embarrassed. It was beautiful. You are beautiful."

"That's right, darling," Regina said confidently, sitting down on the other side of her son. "Absolutely stunning."

"Really?" he asked weakly, his voice squeaking slightly.

"Yes, dear," the brunette assured him. "Really."

Emma then confessed, "I'm surprised it made you so uncomfortable, though. I truly am sorry for making you feel that way. Could you explain to us why it bothers you?"

Shrugging, Henry replied, "I don't know. I guess I just don't like the idea of my most vulnerable moments being recorded and kept permanently. Watching it live is one thing, but someone being able to watch it over and over again forever is another…"

"Alright," the blonde said. "I'm sorry, baby boy. We can delete it, if you really want us to."

After a moment of hesitation, Henry shrugged his shoulders again and said, "I guess it's okay… as long as no one else ever sees it, ever."

"Oh, my gosh, Henry!" Regina cried. "Of course no one else would see it! Your mother and I would never share those moments with anyone else! Our eyes only, dear. I swear it."

"Yeah, bub," Emma agreed with a smile. "That video will be for our eyes only."

This earned a weak smile in return, but Henry was still wiggling nervously in his seat as he turned to Regina and asked, "So, um… Are you gonna watch it now, or…"

Leaning in and kissing his forehead, his mother replied, "I'd like to, if it's alright with you."

"I… I guess it's okay…"

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Yes. It's okay."

"Why don't we, um… go up to the bedroom, hmm?" Emma asked them, smirking slightly. "Give us some extra space?"

Both Henry and Regina nodded in reply and rose from their seats, following Emma up the stairs to their bedroom. Henry sat down first, and his mothers joined him on the bed shortly after. Next, their son watched anxiously as Emma handed the phone over to Regina, who took it carefully and pulled up the video on the screen. The, the man was surprised when Regina cast the video wirelessly to the large television on the bureau.

"W-Wait," Henry gasped. "I d-don't wanna see it! I thought you were just gonna-"

"C'mon, bub," Emma giggled, rubbing her hand seductively up his thigh. "It'll be fun."

"B-But I-" Henry tried, blushing brightly.

"It's okay, baby boy," the blonde purred. "You were perfect."

With a weak nod, Henry conceded, allowing them to hit play on the video. At first, they all watched quietly, until Regina saw Henry pull his cock out of his pants.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, staring at the screen.

Then, the noises started: soft little grunts escaping their son's lips with each jerk of his hand. This formed a fresh pool of arousal between Regina's legs, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat on the edge of the bed.

Seeing this, Emma asked with a smirk, "You're not gonna touch yourself watching our son come?"

Regina blushed at this and hesitated at first, but the movements of Henry's hand were growing more aggressive, and it was becoming harder to resist touching herself. So, slowly, she wiggled out of her pants and leaned back on the bed, her eyes never leaving the screen. She began to rub her clit, slowly at first, experimenting with different movements, then sped up to match the rapid jerks of her son's hand on the video.

Henry watched all of this intently and quickly noticed the shine of his mother's arousal on her fingers. This made his mouth water, and soon, he was feeling a rush of blood flowing to his cock, lengthening and stiffening his penis in response to the scene before him. Emma watched them both, and when she saw the tent growing in the crotch of her son's pants, she smirked, reaching over to rub him there.

"God, Henry," Regina gasped, now breathless as she watched Henry near his orgasm on the video. "You are so fucking beautiful."

This was Emma's cue to unzip her son's pants and reach into the hole in his boxers to stroke him slowly. As Regina reached her peak, Emma pulled on Henry's hardened cock harder and faster, urging him to reach his as well. Then, they both came to the sound of Henry's loud cries – both in person and on the video.

As soon as her orgasm had ended, Regina turned to her son and quickly straddled his lap, cupping his face and pulling him into a rough, wet kiss.

"Fuck," she breathed into the kiss, biting down on Henry's lower lip. "So fucking beautiful."

"M-Mum…" Henry stammered. "I… I c-can't… I'm… spent…"

"Come on, baby boy," Regina cooed, grinding down against her son's flaccid cock. "Please? Come for me. One more time."

Letting out a low groan, Henry felt his cock begin to harden. Oversensitive, it ached against his mother's body.

"I…" he tried, but when she reached down, stroking him once before lining up the head of his length with her entrance.

"Take me, bubba," she purred. "I need your cock inside me."

Again, Henry groaned, giving in and pulling his mother's hips down to thrust his length into her heat.

"Oh, fuck," Henry gasped, feeling Regina's walls clench around his shaft. "Mumma."

"Take her, Henry," Emma whispered, stroking his hair back away from his sweat-soaked forehead. "Let her ride you."

Regina wasted no time as she started to bounce hard on her son's throbbing length, clenching each time he was fully buried inside her.

"Henry. Henry," she gasped, fucking his cock hard and fast.

Henry was quickly losing his breath, trying desperately to keep up with her by jerking her hips in time with her downward thrusts.

"Oh, God, Mom," he managed to say. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Ugh. Ughhh." When Regina pushed him back until he was laying down on the bed, sliding her hips forward and back to change the angle of stimulation for them both, Henry cried loudly, "Ah! Ahh! Mom!"

Then, they were both coming, Henry ejaculating deep into his mother's womb as she continued to bury and release him, chasing the last waves of their orgasms.

"Fuck. You're both so beautiful," Emma told them breathlessly, watching as her wife collapsed on top of her son.

When Henry began to push Regina's hips back to slide her off of his length, Regina reached down to grab his hips in return and held herself firmly in place.

"Stay in me, baby," she whispered. "I need your cock inside me."

With a weak nod, Henry's eyes fell shut as he tried to slow his breathing, feeling the last little ripples of Regina's pleasure squeeze his length.