Author's Note: I am going to Hell.

"I want you to move to Boston," Henry confessed, as the three lay awake in bed the next morning.

"Henry…" Regina sighed. "You know it's not that easy. Besides… having your own place is good for you. You're growing up, and growing men need space."

"I don't want space!" her son shouted. "I want you!"

"Henry Daniel," the brunette said sternly. "Lower your voice."

"Sorry, Mum… I just…"

"We know, Bubs," Emma assured him. "We get it. We just want what's best for you. And we think that right now, what's best is for you to have some space to grow and be independent."

"I don't want independence, Ma. I want my family."

"I understand that, Hen. But you're not going to lose us. You can have both. Just… Right now… You need to stay where you're at."

"Do you not want to be around me? Are you tired of me?" the man shot back, voice shaking.

"Henry, no," Regina cut in quickly, gripping his trembling hand. "We are not tired of you, and we always want to be around you. But it's not healthy to be attached at the hip to your parents when you're as old as you are. Do you understand?"

"How is this any different from being married?" Henry countered.

Both women stared at him, never having considered what he was suggesting.

"What?" the man questioned. "I'm more like your husband than your son."

"Henry…" Regina said softly, reaching out to stroke his hair. "You are our son…"

"Regardless of whatever else you are, Henry, you will always be that," Emma added.

"I'd rather be your husband," he shot back, crossing his arms.

"Henry!" Regina cried. "You know that's not possible."

Then, Henry protested, "Well, can't we pretend?"

"What do you mean?" Regina asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Can't we just pretend that I'm your husband?" he explained.

"Hen," Emma sighed. "It doesn't work that way. Yes, you're our lover, but… You can never stop being our son."

"I don't want to stop being your son. I just want… more. I just want all of you. I want that commitment and that life together."

"We're not going to leave you, Henry, but… it's just not… possible…" Regina told him with a sigh as she reached up to rub her temples.

"I think you're both just in denial."

"About what, exactly?" Emma pressed, eyebrows furrowing.

"About what you really want from me."

"What do you mean?"

"You're pushing me away."

Both women looked at their son with sad, understanding eyes. They knew he was right, but they also knew that they needed to do what was right for him. The conflict was excruciating, but they were both all too aware that lying would be even more painful.

"We might be resisting what you're suggesting, but we're not pushing you away, Henry," Regina said.

"Why can't you just move to Boston with me?" he whined.

"Because we have a house here and jobs and a life already set up. And it's your time to build that for yourself too," Emma told him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "But we'll be right here through all of it. We're not going anywhere. A little distance isn't going to break us, Hen."

Biting his lip, Henry replied, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure," Emma promised.

"Exceedingly sure," Regina agreed.

"I miss you guys so much when you're not around," Henry sighed, lowering his head sadly.

"We miss you too. But we're so very proud of you, my sweet, handsome prince," Regina assured him.

"It's all gonna be okay, bub," Emma added, lifting her son's chin to kiss his lips. "Promise."

"I love you guys so much," Henry whimpered, throwing his arms around Emma and holding her tightly.

Regina joined them, wrapping an arm around each of her lovers before kissing her son on the cheek. When Henry didn't pull away, she began to rub his back gently, her fingertips tracing light patterns over his skin to calm him. But his anxiety to continue to make his heart race, and he clung to his mothers without letting go.

"Hen," Emma tried, stroking his hair. "It's okay, bubba."

Then, they heard a hard sob tear through him. Henry squeezed them tighter, if that was at all possible, and allowed himself to cry.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet baby boy," Regina cooed, peppering kisses over his cheek. "It's alright. It's alright. We're here."

"What do you need, bub?" Emma asked her son, wiping away his rapidly falling tears. "Tell us what you need."

"Need… you…" Henry whimpered, nuzzling each woman's neck.

Unsure what to say, or what he meant specifically, Emma and Regina waited for him to elaborate or act on his words. When he did, they were both surprised. Henry's hand reached up slowly and began to squeeze Regina's breast. When he started to whimper again, both women hushed him and stroked his hair as he continued to knead and fondle his mother's breast.

"What do you want, baby boy?" Regina whispered, kissing the top of his head. "Do you want to nurse?"

Henry nodded quickly and began to gently push Regina backwards until she was leaning against the headboard. Once she was steady, he curled up in front of her and leaned in, taking her nipple into his mouth. As Regina continued to stroke his hair, Henry reached out for Emma's hand. Once he had it, he pressed it against his abdomen, where Emma took the hint to massage him. She used her thumbs to draw patterns on his skin for some time, like Regina had done on his back earlier, until she saw her wife's eyes fall shut and her head lean back.

Then, Emma rubbed her thumbs over Henry's hips, one of the more sensitive places on his body.

"Mumma," he muttered breathily, breaking away from his mother's breast as his hips lifted off the bed slightly in response to Emma's touch.

"Mmm," Emma purred. "You like that, bubby?"

Henry hummed in reply, nodding once before reattaching himself to Regina's pert nipple. As Emma watched him suck lightly and saw Regina's chest heave with every breath, she felt herself shiver. This urged her to move her hands slightly south, so she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and rubbed the skin there, making her son's hip jerk once more.

He was making them both wet with his soft little whimpers of contentment, and it wasn't long before Emma noticed the tent that had quickly formed in his boxers. As he nursed, she slid her hands over the bulge experimentally, rubbing his shaft through the fabric. Of course, Henry's hips lifted again, and his mouth fell open in a silent, pleasured cry. Once she saw this, Emma smiled and slowly tugged on the waistband of the only piece of clothing between them, until she had revealed her son's firm length in its entirety.

"Oh, Henry," she cooed, reaching down between his legs to slide her hand down to the base of his cock. "Such a big boy. I don't know how you even fit inside us."

This earned a quiet groan from the man before he resumed nursing Regina's breast. This time, as he was beginning to suck harder, Regina let out a soft gasp. When his teeth grazed her nipple, she let out another.

"Behave, young man," Emma teased, sliding her hands over his toned abdomen and up his torso to playfully pinch his nipples. Then, as she watched his sucking become more gentle and calm, she asked, "Do you want me to make you come, bubba? My big, beautiful boy?"

Again, he broke away from his mother's pert nipple to nod his head quickly, silently urging the blonde to give him what he needed.

"Alright, bub. Relax. Deep breaths," Emma said softly, stroking Henry's hair back as he turned his head again and reattached his lips to Regina's breast.

Expecting to feel Emma's hand on him again, Henry was surprised when the sensation he felt around his swollen cock was wet and warm, rather than dry and smooth. When his mother began to suck lightly, in time with his nursing, he gasped and moaned.

In response, Henry began to suck harder, making Regina hiss in pleasure.

"Oh, Henry," the brunette sighed. "Bubba. Baby boy. You make Mommy feel so good."

"Easy, Bub," Emma purred, rubbing Henry's abdomen. "Gentle."

Both Henry and Regina whimpered as he complied and loosened his mouth's grip and eased his nursing. But the way Emma enveloped his length with her mouth caused Henry to break away every few seconds to suck in a staggered, shaky breath. Soon, he was squirming in Regina's lap as Emma's rhythm remained steady and slow. When her tongue passed over the slit in the head of his dick, though, Henry bucked, hitting the back of Emma's throat with his cock. She almost gagged, just from the sudden pressure, but she managed to keep herself steady and continued to suck him off until his hips were lifting steadily as he fucked her mouth.

Then, for the last time, Henry broke away from Regina's breast, his mouth falling open as a surprisingly high-pitched whine escaped him. One last buck of his hips signaled his impending orgasm, but just before he could ejaculate, Emma pulled away slightly. With one more jerk of his cock, he was coming, his throbbing erection spitting his climax all over Emma's lips and on the rest of her face. A loud groan erupted from Henry when he saw this, and he immediately reached down between his legs and gave his cock a few more rough jerks to milk the rest of his come from his penis, onto Emma's chin. As she looked back at him, locking eyes, she smirked seductively.

Regina, who had been watching all of this as she sat in sheer agony, let out a moan of her own as her wife licked their son's come from her lips.

"Oh, holy shit," Regina groaned. "Fuck."

"Clean it," Emma ordered, moving so that she was sitting in front of her wife.

Regina wasted no time leaning in and licking the rest of their son's ejaculation from Emma's chin before kissing her passionately.

"Good boy," the blonde cooed, upon pulling away from the kiss, as she stroked Henry's hair again.

Too shocked by the intensity of what had just happened, Henry fell speechless and simply stared up at his mothers, unable to move.

"Love you, Bubby," Emma said softly, kissing Regina's cheek and Henry's forehead.

He could only nod.

The next time Henry visited, it was not a surprise, but it was just as appreciated. This time, they had a relaxing dinner before making their way to bed. For whatever reason, there was a calmness between them that made it easy to relax in their bed. Henry was especially warm, with one of his mothers on each side of him, and it made him even more comfortable.

As relaxed as he was, though, Henry stilled husked, "Mom," before sitting up and pulling each woman close to him.

His lips alternated between Emma's lips and Regina's, until all three were panting from the intensity of the kisses.

Soon, Henry was on top of Emma, rubbing his erection between her folds and listening to her breathy moans as his length brushed repeated over her clit.

"I wanna make you both feel good," he told them, looking back and forth between them.

"Please," Emma gasped, feeling the tip of his cock nudging her entrance. "God, I'm so fucking wet for you, Henry."

"Me too," Regina confessed with a smile as she stroked the flexed muscles of his back.

"Make love to me," Emma pleaded. "Please. I need your huge cock inside me." She knew the dirty talk would rev him up and get him off, so she continued, "Need your come in me."

"Uuugh," her son groaned, pushing into her cunt just enough to feel her clench.

"More. More. Please," Emma begged.

"Give it to her, Henry," Regina urged him, moving her hands down to grope his ass.

In response to Regina's squeezing hands, Henry's hips swung forward involuntarily, which slid his penis fully into Emma's sex, making her cry out.

"God, you're so huge," she breathed. "So fucking huge."

"And you're so fucking tight," he replied, pulling back a little before pushing back in. "Love feeling you so tight and slick and wet. Clenching for me…"

"Oh, Henry. Please. Please. I need to come."

"Let her come, baby boy," Regina whispered in his ear, leaning over his back until her breasts were pressed against him. "Make love to her."

"Ma," Henry groaned, pushing in again. Then, lost in the ecstasy of his mother's heat, several forbidden words fell from his lips: "Ma, I wanna knock you up. I wanna have your babies."

"Oh, my God," Emma gasped, instantly stilling his hips. "What?"

"Oh, fuck," Henry choked out, face flooding with blood and turning a bright shade of red. "I… I…"

"What did you just say?" Emma pressed, staring him dead in the eyes.

"I… N-Nothing."

"Henry Daniel," Regina barked. "Answer your mother."

"I… I want… I want to get you pregnant…" he confessed, hands shaking as he slowly pulled out of his mother's sheath.

"Henry!" Emma cried. "We can't! You can't possibly be—"

"I want your babies," he blurted, finally breaking to the point of giving up on his denial. "I want to make love to you and put my seed inside you and let you grow my babies inside you."

"Oh, my God."

"Ma, please. Why not? Why can't we?"

"Because I'm your mother! What would everyone think? We'd be—"

"Then let's move away and start over. Let me give you babies. Please."

"Henry…" Regina cut in. "It's wrong."

"You said that about us too! But look where we are. We're happy, aren't we?"

"Well… Yes," Regina confessed.

"Aren't you happy too, Ma?" Henry asked Emma.

She had to reply, "Yes. We're happy."

"Then let's build a life together. Commit to me. Let me give you babies, Ma."

There was a long silence that followed as Emma and Regina soaked in what he was saying. Both were shocked, but they had to admit that all they'd ever wanted, since everything had begun between them, was a normal life, and a family.

"Emma…" Regina softly addressed her wife. "Maybe he's right."

"What?!" Emma gaped. "Are you serious?"

"You don't want that? You don't want to build a family together?"

"We have a family."

"You know what we mean."

"You're for this?!"

"You're really not? Don't lie to us, Em. You know you want a family together."

Emma went quiet again, until Regina dared to reach around in front of Henry to stroke the sensitive skin of her hips.

"Babe… Don't you want to have his babies? His beautiful, beautiful babies?"

"Regina, stop… We can't…"

"Don't you want him to fill you with his come and let his seed grow inside you?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, Emma groaned, squirming slightly as she realized that this was an incredibly arousing fantasy that she had not yet indulged.

"Ma, please," Henry begged her. "Let me give you my babies."

"FUCK!" Emma screamed. "Alright! Yes. Yes, Henry. God. Just do it. Do it."

"Oh, my God," her son breathed. "Yes!"

Then, breathing heavily from the heat of the arousal flowing through her, Emma looked over Henry's shoulder at her wife and asked, "Spell?"

Given that she had been regularly taking birth control, she knew they would either have to wait until she stopped, or Regina would have to use magic to allow the pregnancy. When Regina nodded, Emma sighed with relief and let her head fall back onto the pillow.

"Bubba," she whimpered, lifting her hips slightly as his fingers dipped into her folds. "Don't tease me. Give me your babies, honey. Please."

"You want me to make love to you?" Henry purred, suddenly confident, now knowing just how aroused his mother was.

His fingers were soaked when he pulled them away.

"Mom?" he then asked, looking over his shoulder at Regina. "Are you sure this is okay?" When Regina nodded, he breathed, "Thank God. I've wanted this for so long."

"Henry," Emma gasped, feeling the tips of his fingertips slipping into her heat. "Now."

"You want my babies, Ma?"

"Please. Please, give me your come, Henry. Let me have your babies."

"Ugh. Ma. You're so fucking hot."

Finally, he pulled his fingers out and lined up with her entrance again, pushing in slowly.

"I'm gonna give you all of it, baby," he whispered, rocking his hips back and forth as he made love to the blonde, who was nearly thrashing beneath him. "Pretty girl," he sighed. "My beautiful girl. You're gonna make such beautiful babies with me."

"Oh, God!" Emma shouted, feeling him buck into her. "Jesus. Fuck. Regina, he's so fucking hard."

"And big," Regina agreed with a smile, as she reached between Henry's legs to grope his heavy balls. "With such perfect sacks of his seed. Full of our babies…"

Emma moaned at this, and Henry bucked harder as he felt Regina squeeze his balls.

"Fuck, Mom," Henry panted. "Ma's so tight. Feels so good on my cock. Gonna make me come."

"Yes, baby," Emma gasped. "Please, give it to me. Give me your babies, Hen."

"Uuugh," he groaned, fucking her harder as his body began to jerk sporadically. "You feel so fucking good. So fucking good. So—fucking—good."

Grunting with each thrust, Henry breathed heavily, panting in Emma's ear.

"I'm gonna… gonna… Oh, God, Ma."

"Yes, Henry!" Emma screamed. "Please, baby boy."

"Gonna fill you up," Henry whined. "Gonna make you so full of my come."

"Now, Hen. Come. I'm gonna… I'm coming!"

He didn't need her to tell him this, though. He could feel it. Feel her walls squeezing him, stroking him, tightening around him. It made him gasp as his orgasm came crashing in, and he cried, "FUCK, MA! That's it. That's it. God, I'm coming. Gonna- give you- so many—babies, Ma."

By then, there was no rhythm to their movements. Both simply bucked hard, desperately riding out their orgasms, and Henry began to shout, "Mommy. Ma! Mumma!" as he came inside her, filling her the way he'd promised.