The next day, when Emma went for a nap, Regina stood in the laundry room, filling the washing machine with dirty clothes.

Henry appeared beside her and asked, "Do you want some help?"

"No, darling," she replied. "But thank you for the offer."

"Are you sure?" her son asked, his voice dropping as he pressed himself against her back and rested his hands on her hips.

"Um… W-What—" Regina stammered, eyes falling shut as he dipped his fingers beneath her trousers and began to rub her hip bones with his thumbs.

"Keep going," Henry urged her, referring to the laundry.

Regina reluctantly obeyed until the washer was finally spinning and the cover was closed.

"Turn around," he ordered.

When she obeyed this command, he pressed her back against the washing machine with his body.

"I'm hard," he told her, subtly pressing their hips together.

"I… I c-can tell," Regina shared, a shiver sliding up her spine.

Slowly, Henry unzipped her trousers and pulled them off, along with her panties, and let them drop to the floor. He wasted no time lifting her swiftly and setting her down on top of the vibrating machine. Then, he dipped his fingers between her folds, feeling the wetness that had pooled between her legs.

"You're ready for me," Henry commented with a confident smirk.

"Y-Yes."

Her son pushed in with two fingers and curled them gently, making her back arch. The vibrations and shaking of the washing machine only served to send a continuous wave of shivers up her spine, and to tighten the knot in her belly.

"H-Henry," she stuttered, her body starting to shake. "S-Stop. I'm… I'm close already."

"So?"

"S-So… I w-want you inside me…"

"We can always go again," Henry replied with a grin.

"W-Wait—" Regina protested, but Henry ignored her, curling and twisting his fingers against her inner walls until her thighs vibrated along with the machine. "Fuck!"

Regina's walls clenched around his large fingers, and he loved every burst of muscle spasms.

"Good girl," he cooed, stroking her hair back to calm her.

As her breathing slowed and she recovered from her orgasm, Henry released himself from the confines of his jeans and pulled his mother to edge of the machine.

"Ready?" he asked.

She shook her head, looking shocked, as her breathing had slowed, but her body was still tense.

"Good," the man laughed, slamming into her.

Regina screamed, always shocked by his girth.

"Fuck, Henry!"

"Mom," he grunted, feeling the vibrations shattering her body as his cock filled her repeatedly.

It only furthered his orgasm along to feel the combination of her body shaking and the steady rhythm of the washing machine.

"Fuck, ma," Henry breathed. "Fuck… Gonna come already… Fuck. I'm… s-sorry…"

"Shh, baby," Regina soothed him breathlessly. "It's okay."

As soon as she gave her permission, Henry cried out, pushing into her one last time, but this time holding himself inside her as he allowed the vibrations to rock them both. Luckily, as Henry's come began to fill her, Regina was not far behind. As her son finished, leaking into her, he whined, long and higher-pitched than usual. It surprised them both, but Henry couldn't stop the sound. The flame in his stomach was burning bright, and for whatever reason, the aftershocks of his orgasm were overwhelming.

"It's okay," Regina cooed, stroking his hair. "It's okay. Mama's here."

Henry whined again as he pulled out, reverting back to a childlike state where all he needed was his mother's arms around him. She sensed this quickly and did so, holding him close to her as he softened.

"I love you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his sweat-soaked forehead. "That was so good."

"So, so good," Henry agreed, nodding his head slowly. "We gotta do that again."

"You should give your mother a turn," Regina scolded him. "She deserves to try that out."

"Should we wake her?"

"No. Let her sleep, baby. You need to recover anyway. I think that was a little much for you."

"No, it wasn't!" Henry protested, but Regina knew better and continued to play with his hair.

"It's okay, bub," she told him, smiling. "I know you liked it. It was just pretty intense, huh?"

Henry conceded, nodding and kissing his mother's lips.

"You taste good," he commented with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah…"

"Then keep kissing me."

The young man did as he was told, sucking on his mother's lower lip for several seconds before sliding his tongue back into her warm, wet mouth.

After a few minutes of this – it seemed to go on forever – Regina reached between his legs.

"I thought you said I needed to recover," Henry laughed, stilling her hand.

"I know," Regina sighed. "But I need to see you come again. Need to see the look on your face and hear you whining for me."

"I do not whine," Henry snapped, scowling at his mother.

Regina just laughed and palmed him gently until his length began to twitch to life again.

"Ah, just in time," Regina announced with a smile, as a sleepy Emma appeared in the hallway with them, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh, shit," Emma commented, realizing what she was looking at.

"Sit where I am," Regina told her.

At first, Emma looked at them, dumbfounded, but when Regina hopped down, she allowed Henry to lift her up onto the machine as it spun and slide his hands up and down her thighs.

"Do you want to try it this way?" Henry asked gently, slowly reaching between her legs to rub her clit.

Emma whimpered.

"Try what, what way?"

"He wants to fuck you while you feel the vibrations of the washing machine."

Emma turned red as she bucked slightly, an involuntary movement in response to his expert fingertips pressing against her most sensitive area.

"I…" Emma started, but Henry interrupted her.

"Do you want to try?"

Emma couldn't speak, so she simply nodded.

Slowly – not at all like the way he'd fucked Regina – Henry pulled her to the edge of the machine and slid his penis into her. She received him well, her walls tightening to massage him as he buried his length in her heat.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned. "You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight."

Emma just gasped and whimpered, carefully rocking herself forward to meet his gentle, steady thrusts.

"M-More," she pleaded, when he slowed himself to make it last.

"N-No…" he stammered. "Wanna go longer."

"P-Please, baby. Need you harder."

"I don't… - ugh – wanna hurt the – uh – baby."

"You won't!" Emma cried. "Please. Please. Please."

Reluctantly, Henry increased his pace and pressure, but only slightly.

"I love you," he panted, continuing to fuck his mother with swifter movements.

"Oh, my God," Emma moaned, feeling the vibrations of the washing machine electrify her body. "Hen, I'm gonna—"

"Wait," he pleaded. "Wait for me."

"C-Can't—" she whimpered. "Feels so good."

"P-Please."

Emma bit her lip until it began to bleed and held in her orgasm as long as possible, but before he gave her permission or any warning signs of his own orgasm, her walls fluttered involuntarily around his cock, and she came.

Feeling her body react this way, Henry was brought to his climax and spasmed inside her, filling her with his come.

"I love you, Ma," he told her breathlessly, going limp against her as she held him tightly against her chest, body still shaking.