"Henry, sweetheart," Regina called up the stairs. "Wake up, darling. We brought you a surprise."

"But don't get out of bed!" Emma shouted.

Confused, Henry simply sat up from his nap and rubbed his eyes, waiting for his mothers to appear in the door frame and explain themselves.

"Roll onto your stomach," Emma ordered happily, upon seeing her son upright in bed.

He was, of course, naked beneath the lone sheet that covered him from the waist down. With only some hesitation, Henry began to roll onto his stomach, as ordered. When he heard the sound of Emma's pants dropping, her belt buckle clanging as it hit the hard wood floor, Henry tensed and felt his heart stop. Next, he heard Regina unzip her dress. Before he could stop his head from spinning, Emma climbed into the bed next to him, naked.

"Baby," Emma cooed, pushing a hand seductively through her smooth, curly locks of hair. "Mommy's horny. Can you help with that?"

"I… I thought you said you had a s-surprise for me," Henry stuttered, staring at the open space between his mother's spread legs.

"Is that not enough of a surprise for you?" Regina teased, stroking his muscular back slowly, savoring the sensation of her hand moving over the ripples.

"It is," their son quickly asserted, nodding his head and swallowing his embarrassment.

"Then eat, silly boy," Regina laughed, slapping his ass as she gestured towards her wife.

Henry nodded again and wrapped his hands under Emma's thighs, then wasted no time burying his face between her legs. As soon as he covered her clit with his mouth, she bucked against his face and gasped.

"Oh, fuck," she cursed. "Your mouth feels so good on me, baby."

This continued for several minutes, as Henry was taking his time teasing her sensitive body with his tongue. Then, he felt something slick between the cheeks of his backside. He sucked in a startled surge of air, then gasped again when he felt the thing pushing into him from behind. It wasn't like the strap-on. It was thick. Its girth was stretching him so much that he barely remembered to breathe.

"Don't stop!" Emma cried, tugging his hair and guiding his head back between her legs.

Body shaking as Regina pushed the toy deeper, Henry resumed his efforts. As Emma began to rock steadily against him, Regina pushed the plug home and buried it as deep as it would go. As if the stimulation against his prostate was not enough, Regina flipped the switch and immediately, the plug began to vibrate inside him.

Henry nearly screamed.

Emma had to hold his head still so that he wouldn't pull away or get distracted.

Regina began to twist and press gently, moving the toy around slightly inside her son's body.

He could barely breathe.

Just when Henry thought they both might come – at least, he knew he was about to, even without direct stimulation of his member – Emma let out a cry.

"Wait!" she gasped.

Regina and Henry stared at her, dumbfounding. Henry's cock was throbbing, and it was all he could do not to push back against the toy.

"What?" they asked in unison.

"What's the matter?" Henry pressed anxiously.

"I need chocolate," Emma replied firmly, staring at them with eyes of steel.

"You need… what?" Regina gaped.

"Chocolate. Right now."

"Babe… This is kind of—"

"Chocolate, or we're finished here."

"I got it!" Henry cried, rising to his knees.

Regina pulled the toy out, making her son flinch, but as soon as it was outside of his body, Henry leapt from the bed and bolted downstairs.

He returned shortly after with five squares of dark chocolate and a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup.

"This okay?" he asked Emma nervously.

Emma nodded and made a grabbing motion with her hands, so Henry advanced and handed her both. After putting one of the squares of chocolate into her mouth, Emma uncapped the bottle of syrup and shocked her wife and son with her next gesture.

Henry watched, astonished, as she poured the syrup down her neck, over her breasts, and all the way down between her legs. At first, they could see Regina flinch. There was no way her new sheets were going to get out of this encounter alive. Then, Regina's eyes darkened with lust that matched her son's. He wasted no time going to work on her body, slowly dragging his tongue over every drop of chocolate.

Emma let out a low moan as she chewed slowly, her head falling back against the headrest.

"That's it, baby," she hummed. "Good boy."

Henry shivered, which was Regina's cue to push the toy back into him and turn it on. The movement was so strong and abrupt that Henry's body jerked forward.

"There," he said, once he'd mostly recovered from the shock and most of the chocolate was gone. "Better?"

"Regina," Emma said firmly, nodding to her wife.

Regina and Henry changed places, leaving Henry sitting up as Regina crawled between Emma's legs and licked away what was left of the chocolate syrup.

As Emma rode Regina's face, dripping Regina's prize all over her chin, Henry jerked himself steadily and let his body ride out the vibrations the toy was sending shooting through him. Henry waited for Emma to come, and when she did – nearly choking on the last piece of chocolate – he cried out, bucked his hips, and spent his load.

"I don't want to go back to Boston," Henry whined, lying naked between his mothers on the morning of his projected return.

"You have to, baby," Regina cooed, stroking Henry's hair back.

"But I don't want—"

"Henry Mills," Emma said sternly. "This is your career, and we will not let you throw it away."

"Mom! I don't need to—"

"Henry," Regina scolded him. "Enough."

"I guess you're right," the young man sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. "I want to provide for my family. You both need me. You all need me."

With a gentle touch, Henry rested his hand on Emma's stomach and sighed again.

"I'll go back," he conceded. "I'm sorry. I'll be strong for you. For my family."

"Henry, you know it's not about that. We have plenty to provide for a—"

"No. I'm going to support you."

"You're being ridiculous. This is about you and your development. It's about you feeling fulfilled in your career."

"I don't care about my career!"

"Henry, you didn't go to college for nothing. Right?"

Henry only grunted in reply.

"Don't be so grumpy," Emma chastised him with a scowl.

Her son scowled back and crossed his arms, muttering, "Whatever," and climbed out of the bed.

"You're such a child sometimes," Emma sighed, looking to her wife for support.

"You don't mind it when I'm in bed with you," Henry shot back.

Mouth hung slightly open, Emma stared at him at he disappeared into the bathroom.

'You shouldn't have left angry,' Emma texted her son, in the group chat that included Regina.

'You shouldn't have called me a child.'

'Henry, don't be like that,' Regina chimed in.

Oddly enough, the two women were together in their kitchen, making dinner, as they both texted their son.

"Do you think he's going to stay mad?" Emma asked her wife, looking distraught.

"No," Regina said with a laugh. "Not if you show him your pussy."

Rolling her eyes, Emma replied, "Come on, Regina. Not funny right now."

"Well, it's true. He can't stay mad at us long anyway. Plus, you're…"

"I'm what?"

"You're pregnant, and we all know he's thrilled. He's just grumpy because he had to leave and he gets separation anxiety."

"Well… Maybe we should make him feel better. Do something to cheer him up. Ya know?"

"Like what?"

"Like… I dunno. Show him our pussies?"

"I thought that wasn't funny."

"Well, then you brought up his separation anxiety, and it all made sense. Plus, it makes me feel guilty for making him leave."

"Alright. Then let's finish up dinner and go upstairs."

Despite being in his office at work, Henry answered the video call that appeared on his phone when Regina called him. What he saw first was Emma's tank top, tightly hugging her braless breasts as her nipples protruded beneath the fabric.

"H-Hi," Henry stuttered, distracted by the view. "What's up? I'm at work."

"I know," Emma said with a smirk, then turned the camera over to her wife.

Unlike Emma, Regina was topless, and Henry's mouth instantly fell open when he saw her bare breasts.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked, staring at the screen of his phone.

"Henry…" Regina cooed, a playful smile tugging the corners of her lips.

"Y-Yes?"

"We miss you," Emma finished, pulling her tank top off and revealing her own breasts.

When the camera tilted downward, displaying all of the women he loved so dearly, Henry felt his mouth begin to water.

"Fuck," Henry gasped, feeling his pants beginning to fit tighter than they had been before the call.

"I… I miss you too," Henry confessed, wanting to hold his ground in his stubbornness but unwilling to do so given the circumstances.

"Show us what you've got for us, baby boy," Regina purred, pulling the camera close to the apex of her thighs.

"I'm… I'm at work." Henry protested weakly, reaching up to wipe his mouth.

"Oh, baby boy… Come on… You know you wanna play," Emma sung teasingly, taking the phone from her wife and tilting the camera to focus between her own legs. "Show us how hard we made you."

With a soft whine, Henry reached to unzip his trousers, pulling his cock roughly out of the hole in his boxers.

"No," Regina said firmly. "All of it."

Blushing, Henry jerked his trousers and underwear down to his knees, exposing his length in its entirety.

"Rub the head, baby," Regina said encouragingly. "Do it like your mommies would."

With another whine, Henry rubbed his thumb teasingly over the tip of his cock and gave the head a gentle squeeze between his thumb and forefinger.

"That's it, honey. Now, watch mommy."

The camera was now focused on Regina's fingers, which began to plunge in and out of her dripping cunt. That was it. That was all the control Henry had, and when he lost it, his hand went wild, jerking hard and fast as he stared down at the screen of his phone.

The game they played was intense, and Regina was the first to win. Henry watched as Regina's fingers were removed from their sheath for the last time, soaked and dripping with come.

"Ma!" Henry gasped loudly, bucking into his own hand.

This time, he jerked so hard it almost hurt, and the small burst of pain was enough to push him over the edge. Henry came hard in unison with Emma, who let out a high pitched howl as her wife pushed her hand aside and used her own to pleasure Emma.

"Good boy," Regina purred, smiling down at the camera as she noted the drops of come that coated his hand and thighs. "Good boy, baby."

"I wanna come home," Henry whined, tears suddenly filling his eyes as he wiped his hand and cock on a tissue.

Emma sighed and took the phone from Regina.

"Baby boy," she whispered. "You'll be home to visit this weekend, right? It'll be okay."

Sniffling, Henry nodded.

After blowing several kisses back and forth and exchanging 'I love you's, the three ended the call.

"Alright," Emma purred. "No touching."

With the wave of Regina's hand, Henry found himself bound to the bed by all fours.

"But I—" Henry protested, mouth watering as he stared at the naked bodies of his lovers.

His protest ended when Emma swiftly straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock.

"Ah!" she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and steadying herself with her hands on her son's chest. "Oh, God, bubby. That's it. I can feel you pulsing inside me…"

Henry blushed. He could feel his veins throbbing too, as his cock quickly swelled inside her.

"Ma," he whimpered.

"Need you," Emma moaned, her head falling back as she pinched Henry's nipples.

Her son bucked, jamming himself up into her.

As soon as he realized what he'd done, he gasped and asked, "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"Shh. Fuck me. I need you."

Emma dragged her nails down the length of Henry's chest, all the way down to his hips, making him arch his back from the wave of pain and pleasure.

"Good boy," Regina encouraged her son, stroking his hair back. "You ready for more, honey?"

He nodded vigorously as Regina straddled his face and lowered herself down close to his mouth. He sucked her clit between his lips eagerly, lapping at her fluids as he lifted his hips slightly to match Emma's downward thrusts.

The blonde was moaning the loudest, thrusting and rocking and sighing and crying as she fucked her son. Then, Regina joined in, whimpering as Henry sucked harder on her clit, then pushed his tongue into her cunt as deep as it would go. Henry's grunts were suffocated as Regina rode his face, rubbing herself over his lips and chin and leaving a wave of come in her wake.

When Henry licked around her clit quicker, Regina bucked hard, nearly hurting him, and cried out as she came hard, a new rush of fluid pouring from her core and into his hungry mouth.

Then, Emma was coming, rocking hard and fast, which triggered Henry's orgasm. He'd been holding it back, struggling hard to do so, and when she finally released, Henry felt a gigantic wave of relief wash over him as he gave one last gentle buck – he was trying not to hurt her – and exploded inside his mother.

"I love when you're both this hungry for me," Henry breathed, when they both dismounted. "Makes me wanna go all night."

"We can, if you want," Emma giggled, giving his cock one steady stroke.

Henry bucked and looked at her with wide eyes. Regina waved her hand and released her son from his restraints.

"I don't know if I can go again," Regina laughed, kissing her wife on the cheek.

But when she saw the look of disappointment on Emma's face…