Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"So... are you done?" Andrew's back automatically straighten at the sound of his mother's voice.

"Yeah, just finished," Andrew said, sweat dripping off his nose. He didn't miss how his mother's eyes slyly roamed down his body. "What?! Is my own mother checking me out?" he asked himself. Not seeing how his mother bit her lower lip as he wiped the sweat from his face with the tail end of his shirt.

"Well..." Alex fought to hold back her carnal desire as she stared at her son's glistening chest. "Go wash up, I want to show you something, we don't have much time left at this site before we're shut down for the winter."

"Wait. This place has another season other than being hotter than Satan's butthole?" Andrew asked, as the hem of his shirt fell from his hands.

"As a matter of fact it does," Alex said, lightly chuckling.

"When will such wonders cease to amaze me," Andrew sighed. Resting the back of his hand against his forehead.

"Stop being overly dramatic," Alex softly giggled. "Come on," nodding towards her tent, "I want to show it to you as the sun goes down," she said, smiling sweetly at her son.

"Alright, alright, I'm going," Andrew said, holding up his hands defeat.

Alex moaned into her mind as his sweat made his shorts cling to his ass. Once her son had rounded the water truck, she nearly dove into the make-shift port-a-potty the museum had sent along. Thrusting the wooden latch into place. She'd been dying to do this all day. She'd masturbated more on this dig than anywhere else she has been in Egypt, and the person that always made her cum the most was her son. Alex knew how depraved that was. Yet she couldn't stop herself as her shorts fell to her ankles followed by her panties. The only piece of underwear she wore during such expeditions. Her ass cheeks rested on the polished wooden toilet seat feeling the coolness of the freshly dug sand rising up to greet her very heated mound.

Leaning back, her left hand ran up her stomach as she rested her left heel on the lip of the seat. Giving her experienced fingers access to her wet cunt. Biting her lip, she had to contain her moans. She didn't need the whole camp to know the twisted thoughts that were going through her mind. Her fingertips rubbed lightly along her labia as she pictured Andrew between her legs. She never said anything to him, but she knew he had been watching her bathe herself. Just the thought of her son's eyes on her made her clit throb causing her to whimper in pleasure as she rubbed it and her left breast. "That's it baby, eat your mother's pussy!" Alex growled in her mind as she lightly slapped her clam.

Listening to how wet she was before plunging two fingers into her hot, wet sex. "Oh God Andrew! You're tongue feels so good teasing mama like that!" She lightly moaned into her mind as she enjoyed the sensations her imaginary son was giving her. "Yes Andrew! Mama needs you to pay extra special attention right... there!" Alex screamed out into her mind. Her mouth hung agape, her body convulsed, her muscles seized as her orgasm rocked her body. "Mmm... yes, Andrew, you're so good to your mother. Getting her all nice and wet, being a naughty little son making your mother drip so damn much!" She purred hungrily as she sucked her cream from her fingers. Wiping herself dry or as dry as she could be given that massive orgasm.

Alex stood waiting for her son on top of the embankment. Praying no one -- namely her son -- could smell her arousal. She knew her friend was coming; she could already feel the pain starting. So, she knew that would be the last time she would be able to touch herself until they returned to the city. Sighing knowing it was going to be a long six days. Especially when it took all her will not to ease down the blanket and pull her son's cock out from his underwear. "What is he thinking teasing me with that hard-on every morning," Alex huffed. She didn't know what she was going to do once he left for the states. Would she snap out of her little obsession? Would she always yearn to have a taste of her son and in turn have him taste her? Groaning in her mind wondering when she started thinking of her son as a man. A man that she just wanted to climb on top of and show -- while rusty -- all the skill that she had. Again, she asked herself why her son? When there were more attractive men in her little world that she knew would jump at the chance to give her a little poke or two. Alex couldn't rightly answer that. She wished she knew the answer to that question. "There you are, I thought I'd be standing out here all night."

"Right, no one was stopping you from going into your tent," Andrew said, tilting his head to the right. Wondering where this attitude came from, it surely wasn't there a few minutes ago.

"I bet you would like that you... dirty boy. Having your hot, fuckable mother just walk in there... mmm... getting on my knees and just taking that cock into my mouth. To show you what your father always begged for every night." Alex wanted to say, but instead she opted for the 'Come along' as she started down the embankment. Nevertheless, with each step, with each grain of sand that rushed to fill her boot print her clit pulsated, her canal quaked as she pictured herself kneeling before her son. Her eyes peering up at him as her tongue ran up the back of his cock. Imagining what his moans would be like as she slipped that broad head between her lips.

Feeling the heat, his pulse on her tongue as she gently sucked on that hard piece of man-meat. Just to tease him until that mast was fully erected then when it was show her son the skill she had earned. The way he would moan as he erupted into her mouth bathing her tongue in that white, hot goo that surged up from his balls. Once she had swallowed every ounce of his cum, show him up close and personal the pussy he has been staring at when he thought she wasn't looking. To let him thrust that hard cock deep into her nether region. Letting it coat that surging phallus in her own creamy nectar. "Stop it! You're driving yourself insane woman!" Alex growled in her mind. Turning around once she had reached the bottom thinking that her son was taking it slow. Only to find that Andrew was only a few feet behind her.

Andrew looked down as his mother slid her hand into his. He still couldn't believe how soft they were. His own felt dry as a bone due to the hot wind and the stinging sand. There was something strange about her as she looked at him. It was almost as if there was a sparkle in her eye. The way she held his hand sort of felt intimate as she led him into the temple.

"Tell me Andrew," Alex said, as they stood at the base of the Bast statue. She felt her body heating as the smell of soap drifted off his body. The way his body brushed against hers heated her core like no man had in her eight years in Egypt. "What do you see when you look upon this statue?" she asked, her eyes studied his face. Watching how his eyes moved across Bast's face. The way his nostrils flared, how his lips pressed together when he was deep in thought. To how the waning light played along his jaw. Knowing he was going to be a very handsome man when he got older as his stubble shadowed his skin.

"It's not a cat -- I mean a house cat -- head that's been carved like most people see from the late New Kingdom and forward. It sort of looks like a lion's head to me. Why?" Andrew asked, seeing that approving smile she would always get when he noticed something that most would have overlooked.

"Very good, go on. What does the depiction of Bast as a lion mean?" Alex asked, feeling the urge to lean forward and taste those lips of his.

"That this statue must have been built sometime in the Old or Middle..."

"Yes, have you noticed something?" Alex asked. Wondering if he still remembered the lessons they used to have on the various gods and goddesses and how their images changed throughout the ages.

"It can't be from the Middle Kingdom."

"And why's that Andrew?"

"Look at how her hands are positioned. In the Middle if I remember correctly they tended to carve them folded out before her. This one..."

"Go on," Alex said, nudging him on.

"Almost like she's ready to march off to war or something," Andrew said offhandedly, as his eyes roamed down the statue.

"Very good, son. I have indeed dated it back to the Old Kingdom. And look at you, you did that in five minutes not even my students figured that out and they live for this field of study," Alex said, shooting her son a warm smile. "I think that deserves a prize, don't you?" she asked, she couldn't stand it any longer. She didn't care if it wasn't right, didn't care if it wasn't proper, or that a mother shouldn't do what she was about to do.

"Oka..." Andrew's words were cut off as his mother kissed him passionately. The last golden rays of the sun sank below the dunes bathing them in its waning warmth before disappearing all together.

"Mmm... someone's had practice," Alex teased as she pulled away. "Nice tongue action I must say. I wonder..." Pressing her body against his, her cheek brushed his, "How that tongue would work on another part of my body," she whispered into his ear before slipping past her stunned and flabbergasted son. Allowing Andrew to dwell in the innuendo she let hang in the air.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Andrew screamed out into his mind. His very confused mind tried to piece it all together or that was his hope until the heel of his right foot struck the base of the statue. "What the...?!" Andrew muttered when a hollow ring greeted him. "A... Mother!" Andrew stopped himself thinking this would get her attention.

"What?" Alex called back as she turned. She had hoped that he would and that she would get a second helping of those lips of his.

"There's something here!" Andrew said excitedly.

"What do you mean: Somethings here?" Alex asked, a little perturbed that it wasn't a lure to kiss her again.

"Listen," Andrew said, placing a finger to his lips. Hitting his heel against the base not hard enough to hurt him or the stone, just hard enough to allow his mother to hear what he had just heard.

"An echo, impossible," Alex muttered pushing her son out of the way. She couldn't believe it. It was true! There had to be an empty space beneath the Bast statue and there was no telling what they had placed in there. She wasn't foolish enough to try and open it. Yet she needed to know how large of an opening they were dealing with. Running her trained fingers over the stone, feeling the slight variations between the two pieces of stone. Alex mentally measured the opening at around four feet by two feet. "Oh my God! Do you know what this means!" Alex burst out in laughter as she wrapped her arms around her son, enjoying how Andrew's body felt against her womanly curves.

"That I get ten percent for a finder's fee," Andrew joked.

"No," drawing out the word, "but if you play your cards right you might... I say might, win something better than money," Alex whispered salaciously into her son's ear. Slyly rubbing her breasts against her son's chest. "But come! I have to tell the others and get the portable x-ray down here so we can see if there's anything worth the effort to keep it from crumbling to dust if do wish to open it," she said, a smile on her face. Her hair whipping through the air, her hand held Andrew's as she led him out of the temple back to the camp site.

And so, there Andrew sat in the farthest corner, surfing his texts from his Dad. His Adams apple bobbed as Wilma sent a photo of herself in their cabin fucking herself with a dildo as his mother's and her student's voices filled the air. He lost interest in what they were discussing as he typed out how the past few days went since they last texted one another, minus all the weirdness between him and his mother along with the kiss. Yet he kept going back to Wilma's photo, how he wished he was that dildo. Could anyone blame him for wanting to know what his hot step-mother felt like? Obviously, he wasn't paying attention as his forehead was struck by a pencil sent flying by his own mother.

"Well, thank you for joining the class Andrew," Alex said, staring him down like she had just caught him in the cookie jar (which would have been funny if she hadn't caught him at the age of eight purloining her snickerdoodles.)

"Sorry. Was texting Dad, been a few days since we've talked," Andrew said, which technically wasn't a lie. He just didn't admit that he was having a very, very dirty fantasy about his step-mother. The tent got very somber and very quiet as his mother's students looked at him and his mother waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Oh," her head drooped, the eyes lost that hard look in them as she admitted defeat. "Sorry Andrew," Alex said, her right hand nervously rubbed her left forearm.

"Don't worry about it, battery was dying and... well I don't want to think about what they're doing," Andrew said, hoping his mother wouldn't inquire about the semi he was supporting when her students left.

"Yeah, let's not go there," Alex agreed. "As we were discussing, how would you like to be one of the few to ever see that inner sanctum?" she asked, her eyes lustered hoping her son would say yes. She wanted to share this with him. To show him why she had chosen this life. Why she had to leave him. Maybe then Andrew would come to understand even if a little bit.

"Isn't that where like the priest of this place lived or something?"

"No, that's what the western wing was for. I wonder what you were paying attention to while you translated the walls," Alex said, shaking her finger at him.

"Your ass," Andrew said to himself. Seeing his mother beginning to blush as he smirked slightly.

"No, in this case the inner sanctum was where the priest did their sacred rituals, so what do you say, care to join us in the morning?" Alex asked. "Was it the kiss, or something else? Was my son having dirty thoughts about his mother?" she asked herself trying to keep her composure from showing how horny she was.

"Sure, sounds fun unless..."

"Unless what?" Carla asked.

"Unless there's a swarm of those camel things, then I'm so killing it with fire," Andrew said, in all seriousness which earned him a round of laughs.

"And there you have it people, my son," Alex said, teasing him as she gestured to him. "Why don't you head on to bed, we still got a few things to talk about," she said, nodding towards her tent. One: it was very hard to maintain her Professor mentality with him sitting across from her. When all she wanted to do was sashay over to her son, sit on his lap and roll her ass along it. All so her son could feel every inch of it. Two: she knew if they were in the same tent or room undressing for bed there would be nothing stopping herself from leaping across the hammock and taking that cock of his into her mouth, and making her son pray to the ancient gods of Egypt.

"Alright then," Andrew chirped knowing it would give him time to rub one out as he stared at Wilma's picture. He had no idea why she was sending them. Not that he wasn't excited that she was. There had to be something behind it? "Now you crazy kids keep the orgies to a minimum don't make me send Anubis in here to break you up," Andrew said, waving goodnight as he rounded the corner of the tent.

"Wow. He's changed," Haas said, remembering the fights that filled the campsite for hours.

"Have the two of you made up or something?" Carla asked, looking at her professor. She wanted to be exactly like Alex, she always thought Alex was beautiful, and she secretly had a crush on her professor. She knew she couldn't come out and tell Alex that. That would be inappropriate for her to do so, and she didn't want to ruin Alex's tenure at the college.

"No," Alex shook her head. "More like a truce for now given our current situation," she said, feeling her cunt throbbing like mad. She couldn't believe she actually kissed her son like that and that she loved it! "Now, let's go over the procedure for opening the inner sanctum again, and how we are going to examine the statue once the portable x-ray gets here..."

Andrew stood back as his mother and three of her students carefully broke through the sand that had hardened between the cracks of the large doors. Peering up at the backside of Bast, arching an eyebrow at the detail of the goddess's womanhood. Shaking his head at the perverseness of the ancient Egyptians as the sound of the scissor lift rose. Andrew wondered what they were going to find inside. He definitely wished he had a flamethrower in case a wave of camel spiders came rushing out. He had looked them up the second day he was there, and those things were -- Huge! He could already feel his skin crawling at the thought of their long hairy legs scurrying about. Those beady little eyes glinting in the light. Their mandibles dripping in their unquenchable hunger thinking they could have his hide as a snack. "No sir! My cute little butt is not going to be food!" Andrew said to himself with determination as he shivered at the thought.

"That should do it!" Andrew's head shot up at the sound of his mother's voice. Placing his hands over his groin as his eyes fell on his mother's ass. His mind just couldn't stop thinking about that kiss and the words she whispered to him. "Okay Abasi, roll us out of the way," Alex said, taking charge, feeling someone's eyes on her. Slyly peering over her shoulder, "Oh my God! Andrew is staring at my ass! Calm down, just calm down," she muttered to herself. How she wished she had a bra with her, then her nipples wouldn't be so... visible. Her hand held onto the rail as Abasi moved the lift out of the way. She tried not to notice how her son's eyes were on her as the lift lowered, yet that was easier said than done.

"Let's hope we don't end up like the guys who opened King Tut's tomb," Andrew said, stepping up to his mother's side as they stood in front of the doors.

"Shh!" Alex playfully slapped her son's chest. "No one has shaved so that won't happen," she said, not hiding her smile. Remembering when she had taught him the perils of opening up sealed chambers when he was nine. Now as her eyes ran along Andrew's three-week stubble, she couldn't help but love how rugged he looked. "Go on, do the honors," Alex said, nudging her son forward. Watching how the muscles of his back moved beneath his shirt as her son pressed his hands on the left door as Abasi did the same on the right. Biting the inside of her cheek as her eyes were glued to Andrew's ass as the muscles in his legs bulged as they tried to break the seal that had formed over the centuries that they couldn't reach with their chisels.

"Come on boys! Put your backs into it!" Anta shouted in encouragement.

"I am," Andrew mumbled his eyes glanced to his right as Abasi muttered something in Arabic. Then as his face began to redden from the strain, he heard a light crack and then another and soon the doors groaned as they swung open.

"I knew you had it in you," Alex teased her son. "Okay everybody!" Clapping her hands, getting her students attention, knowing they were as eager as she was to get in there not seeing Andrew entering the sanctum. "Grab your tools, and lights... Where did Andrew go?" Her head was on a swivel looking for her son, only to have her heart still as she heard the crashing of stone and her son yelping in pain.

Andrew didn't know why he entered the sanctum. Something inside his head urged him to be the first one to step over the threshold. It was as if something had taken hold of his mind, leading his body towards the back of the building. Not paying attention to the vivid images that were plastered on the walls. It was only when the ancient timbers holding up the false floor snapped underneath his weight did his mind come out of its stupor. "Shit!" Andrew yelled as he fell six feet into the darkness. His left shoulder hit the edge of the downward slopping shaft hard as he fell backwards. His head banged against the stone wall as his body tumbled down the shaft. Dark blue flames sparked to life on the oil-soaked torches that sat in their holders in the walls. Unlike the chamber above him, this one was only six feet by nine feet long, unlike the room above him this one was bare of any murals or hieroglyphs due to the smooth polished onyx walls. The only thing in that secret room was a lone pedestal standing at waist height surrounded by a foot-deep pool of water. Upon that pedestal sat a delicate carved stone cat out of the same stone that made up the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Andrew coughed spewing out the water that had invaded his lungs, a blue light shimmered along his irises, the deep cut on his forehead closed as his blood ran down his temple. He could have sworn, as he peered through his blurry eyes, an image of Bast stood over him before he lost consciousness.

"We meet again my Pharaoh," Bast spoke as she knelt over him. The golden fur of her face shone in the light. Her olive skin was smooth and youthful. Her heavy hanging breast pressed against the linen that covered them allowing the color of her nipples to bleed through. "I can't say this form is an improvement over your past one, but you are Onouphrios, at least in soul." Her cat-like eyes ran over Andrew's body as she placed her hand on his chest. Commanding the water to penetrate his body re-fusing her blessing into Andrew's body, just like she had done to Onouphrios all those millennia ago. Her gold-brown eyes flickered up as the cat statue began to crack, and crumble as the power that had been entrapped in that chamber returned to its former owner. Her fangs gleamed in the light as her image began to morph into a silver spotted Egyptian mau. Her tail lightly thumped against the stone, bringing her right paw up, her tongue ran along the pads, the mark of a scarab beetle was emblazoned on her forehead as the light played along her fur. Her green eyes glanced towards the opening; her tail swayed eager to see what man had made of the land before disappearing.

"Andrew! Andrew! Answer me baby!" Alex yelled down the hole. Her eyes searched the darkness for an answer and her heart grew still the longer no answer came forth. "Andrew! Answer me right this second! Let me know you are okay!" she called down, her hands beat against the stone as she waited for Anta and Abasi to return with a rope and ladder.

Andrew groaned as he came to. His right hand held his left shoulder as the pain throbbed like mad. The world spun as he lift himself up. Wondering why he was soaked, not the normal feeling of being soaked to the bones in sweat that he had come to know intimately. Wiggling the fingers of his left arm, glad they still worked. At least he didn't wake up covered in camel spiders, that was all he needed.

"Andrew this isn't funny! Answer me!" Andrew looked towards the shaft, his mind finally releasing that fragmented memory of how he got down there in the first place. Hissing as he held his left arm to his chest as he lifted himself off the floor.

"I'm here!"

"Oh thank God!" Alex released a sigh. Pressing her forehead to the stone sending a prayer to the heavens that her son was still with her. "Andrew where exactly are you?" she called down her archeologist instincts kicking in.

"I... I don't know," Andrew said, his voice echoing off the walls.

"What do you mean you don't know? Surely, there must be something down there to tell you what the place was for?"

"No mother, there's nothing down here, just really, really weird torches," Andrew said, looking around his surroundings.

"What do you mean?!" Alex asked, perplexed.

"They're blue, I mean the flames," Andrew said, as he called up from the shaft.

"Blue?! Is there anything else down there?" Alex asked, while she worried about if he was injured or not. She still wanted to get a firsthand account of what he saw.

"Nothing... except," Andrew said, tilting his head at the sole pedestal.

"Except what?"

"There's a pedestal down here yet there's nothing on it," Andrew said, finding the whole room odd given the nature of the stone. Even he knew this place was so odd when the Egyptians either used mud-bricks, sandstone, limestone, or granite not this black polished stone in their buildings. "Onyx?"

"What was that Andrew?"

"I think the whole room is made out of onyx," Andrew called up to his mother.

"Never mind that, can you get up here on your own?" Alex asked, while that tidbit gnawed at her mind.

"I don't know, I hurt my shoulder, but I'll try," Andrew said, whether he could or not, he was getting out of that room. It felt so... familiar and that scared him to no end.

"Okay, don't push yourself if you don't have to," Alex said, rolling over as she heard the clatter of the ladder as Anta raced towards her.

Andrew winced as he pulled himself the shaft by his fingernails. His tennis shoes barely gave him enough traction as he climbed towards the light. He wished he could use his left arm, while he could move it, it didn't feel like it was dislocated, yet it felt weak; and he wasn't about to go sliding back down into that place. His hand shot out catching the edge of the opening of the shaft as Andrew panted in exhaustion. While it was cool down in that room, he still would have thought he would be sweating as he sat in the opening gathering his strength, yet he was dry as a bone.

"Just look at you." His mother's concern caused Andrew to peer up. "Is that blood!" Alex almost shrieked at the sight.

"What?! Where?!" Andrew voiced his shock as he looked around his body. Wondering how he got dry so fast from being soaked through and through.

"Your forehead," Alex said, pointing at the spot.

"Weird," Andrew muttered as he rubbed his fingers together. He didn't feel a wound, so then where did the blood come from?

"What's wrong with your shoulder? There's Anta, just hold on for a little bit more, we'll get you out of there," Alex said, smiling down at her son as he looked up at her.

"Ow, Ow," Andrew hissed as his mother hugged him once he got out of that hole.

"Sorry," Alex said bashfully, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Bill take Andrew to the med tent to have his shoulder looked at," she ordered, as she gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry, I promise to come check on you once we check this out. I hope you understand."

"Alright," Andrew nodded. He knew that, even he couldn't blame her for wanting to get down there. He just wanted to know why that place felt so familiar.

"Why did he smell like pomegranates?" Anta asked, as she stepped up to Alex's side as they watched Bill leading Andrew out of the sanctum.

Alex arched an eyebrow as Anta stared intently at her son. She had never once seen Anta display any form of attraction to Andrew since he's been in their camp. Instantly, Alex felt herself growing jealous. What was wrong with her?! She shouldn't be getting jealous if someone else was interested in her son. That was only natural that a woman did yet... something inside of her wanted her son to be all hers and hers alone.

"I don't know, now," Alex said, turning her attention back to the hole in the floor. Trying to take her mind off of that very odd emotion she was feeling. "Let's go investigate this odd discovery Andrew fell into."

"Man, it sure is a hot one today," Bill groaned as they stepped out in the heat.

Andrew looked to the sky and then down his body. Sure, he knew it was hot, the weather net had told him that. However, he didn't feel an ounce of heat on his skin when he knew it was one hundred and twenty degrees. "What the fuck is going on?!" Andrew asked himself. Sure, he was glad he wasn't sweating his ass off the moment the sun touched his skin. This was just too weird, not only that, the pain in his shoulder began to wane as they climbed up the sand embankment.

"I bet it was nice and cool down in that place?" Bill sighed as he tugged at his shirt to circulate some form of cooling around his hairy chest. "Yeah," Andrew muttered not paying attention as his mind tried to comprehend what was happening to him.

"Well, here we are, you going be okay on your own?" Bill asked, as he held the tent flap open.

"Sure, I'm a big boy. Daddy doesn't need to hold my hand," Andrew joked. He didn't miss the smirk on Bill's lips.

"Alright, I'm gonna see if I can't get down there and escape this heat," Bill said, noticing how Andrew's skin was dry as a bone while his own held a light sheen of sweat on it.

"Have fun," Andrew called back as Bill waved to him.

"Something I can help you with?" asked a woman with very broken English.

Andrew watched how her ebony hair hung freely over the back of the chair as she leaned back while fanning her face. Watching how she held open her blouse as her sweat ran down the valley of her breasts.

"I fell down a hole, hit my shoulder, and I think my head too," Andrew said, wincing as he moved his arm.

"Oh?" The wood shifted as she sat straighter in her seat as she turned to look at Andrew. "Please take your shirt off and hop on the table," Akila said, her brown eyes ran down his body. Her nose wiggled as the scent of fresh pomegranates filled the tent. Her body heated as her eyes ran down his bare back as he dropped it on the table before he hoisted himself up onto it. Her hips swayed as she walked around him. "Tell me how much pain?" she asked, as her finger probed his shoulder. Shooting Andrew a coy smirk as his eyes fell on his arm that was sandwiched between her breasts.

"It hurt a lot, but the pain is..." Andrew took a dry swallow as he felt his manhood awakening.

"Yes?" Her naked lips smiled as her thumbs lightly messaged his shoulder.

"It's fading faster than I thought it would, given how hard I hit that stone," Andrew said, looking away.

"Yes, I imagine so." Her fingertips ran along his shoulder as she walked behind him. "Tell me does this hurt?" Probing around the large bruise she saw forming. Feeling his muscles tensing as her breasts pressed into his back.

"Y-y-yeah," Andrew stuttered.

"Well, it seems you got lucky, nothing broken, nothing dislocated," Akila mused as she walked back around the table. "Now let's take a look at that head, hmm?" Her hands took hold of the side of his head thrusting it down making him gaze at her breasts.

"Don't get hard, don't get hard," Andrew muttered in his mind. Yet that would be impossible since his cock liked what he saw.

"I don't see a wound, are you sure you hit your head?" Akila asked bringing his attention back up to her face. "Or is it this the head you injured?" she asked, a seductive smile formed on her lips as Andrew gasped as her hand grasped his waking member. "I think I need to check to make sure," Akila said, not giving Andrew a say in the matter.

Andrew's eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Not that he hadn't had a blow job before, and who was he to stop her from taking his cock into her mouth. No. It was the thing that greeted him as the nurse pulled it from his shorts. That... thing... was not his cock! His cock wasn't that big, nor was it that fat. He was average sized, or he was before he fell into that hole, what he saw as her hands ran up and down his shaft had to be ten and a half inches long and three and a half fingers wide.

"Yes, this has to be the cause," Akila cooed bringing Andrew's attention back to the forefront. Her brown eyes burned with lust as she looked into Andrew's blue-green eyes.

Andrew moaned lightly as her thumb rubbed the back of his crown. Taking a dry swallow as she popped a few more buttons of her shirt. Displaying her 38D breasts to him, her dark brown gumdrop shaped nipples stood upon her matching areolas. His body shuddered as she wrapped them around his shaft.

"You like this don't you?" Akila cooed as she pressed her soft mounds lightly against his cock. Her tongue flickered out teasing his crown before her lips wrapped around his mushroom top.

"Oh God," Andrew moaned. This was his first ever titty fuck and he had to say he did quite enjoy it. Still though, the question remained: why would she even do it in the first place?

"You like my tits?" Akila asked her eyes peering up at him feeling his pre-cum coating her skin.

"O-oh yeah," Andrew said, his hand gripping the edge of the examining table as she sank down his shaft.

"Then I want you to coat them," Akila commanded before licking up the back of his cock.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Andrew said, his voice trembled as she slurped madly on his pole. God. It was sublime. His hand rested on the back of her head; his left arm propped himself up as he gazed up at the tent's ceiling. Who would have thought he would be getting a blow job and a titty fuck out in the middle of nowhere. Andrew sure didn't, not that he was complaining.

"Come now big boy, coat these titties in your cum," Akila purred as she stroked his cock. Directing the flow of his sperm as it shot out from the tip of his cock. Andrew's breath stuttered as she brushed the tip of his rod against her nipples coating them in the remainder of his seed. "I see nothing wrong, you may go, but do come back and see me," Akila said, winking as she sucked his cum off her finger.

Andrew sighed as he stepped out of the med tent. What the hell was going on with him? What the hell was happening to his body? He wished he knew. He did know it had to have something to do about that place, since nothing like this had taken place before he fell into that hole. "That's just ridiculous," Andrew said, shaking his head.

"I was just coming to see how you were," Alex said, feeling her body heating as her son's eyes ran up her body.

"Apparently I got lucky," Andrew said offhandedly, not telling his mother of all the weird things that's happened so far.

"Good, I'm glad," Alex said, breathing out a sigh of relief. She could hear her ex-husband berating her for allowing Andrew to get hurt. "Come, I want to get your firsthand account on the record before you forget what you saw down there," she said, nodding towards her tent. Her nose wiggled as the scent of pomegranates drifted off her son's body as she walked beside him. She wondered why that was, it wasn't like he used a scented lotion she would know, nor did the deodorant he used every day smell anywhere near that, and why that scent made her mind grow blank as her body called to wrap herself around him. "I'll grab us something cold to drink," Alex said, flashing her son a smile as he muttered an 'Okay.'

"Ah, that's better," Alex sighed in bliss as she pressed the ice-cold bottle to her neck.

Andrew tried and failed not to look as the condensation ran down her neck and into the valley of her breasts. His mind pictured how his tongue would feel as it ran along her skin following after its trail. Andrew shifted in his seat as his carnal mind began to stir still feeling the slickness on his cock. He didn't think his mother would enjoy knowing the nurse just blew him not five minutes ago.

"Now," pulling out a small tape recorder, "this is Professor Sanders on August 10th, two pm in the afternoon, with me is Andrew McCain the first person to enter the hidden chamber. Now Mr. McCain please state for the record as to what led up to the floor caving in and to you finding yourself in that room," Alex said, her professional side kicking in. "You can start any time you're ready," she said, unscrewing the top of her drink. Her eyes studied his face noting not a hint of sweat when it was one hundred and twenty degrees. Reaching over stopping the tape when he began to describe what he felt like as he entered the inner sanctum.

"Are you sure that's what you felt?" Alex asked, skeptically.

"I wouldn't lie about this, it's just too... fucking weird," Andrew said, hoping his mother would believe him.

"I see," crossing her legs as she leaned back against the chair, "very well, continue," Alex said, re-starting the recording.

"That's when I felt the floor giving out," Andrew said, trying to keep his eyes on his mother's face and not how that thigh of hers taunted him as the muscles beneath her skin moved as her leg lightly kicked. "Then I hit my shoulder on the stone, it felt like my body was turning every which way as I slid-tumbled down that shaft. Then I think I landed in some water beneath that pedestal with that cat statue on it..."

"Water?! Statue?!" Alex arched an eyebrow as she sat straighter. "Andrew, there was no water down there, or a cat statue, are you sure that's what you felt and saw and not something your mind tried to explain given your tumble?" she asked, concerned that he was suffering from a concussion. Knowing she was going have to keep an eye on him.

"No, there was water down there, otherwise I wouldn't have been soaked head to toe..."

"But Andrew you were completely dry when we got you out, clothes don't dry that fast," Alex said, trying to keep her questions unbiased.

"I know, I know. But there was water down there, I know I remember coughing some of it up," Andrew said, trying to get his mother to believe him.

"Okay, let's say I believe you and there was water down there," Alex said, knowing that the basin around the pedestal could have possibly held water in it at one point in time. Yet if her son was telling the truth then there was no way for it to evaporate so quickly given that it felt like fifty-five degrees down in that room, and the basin was bone dry when she and Abasi reached the bottom of the shaft. She was going to have to do something about Abasi, he was getting a little too... friendly with her. If there was a statue of a cat down there they couldn't find any traces of it, and stone doesn't just disappear. "Where do you think it went?" Alex asked, trying to get her son to see how illogical his statement was.

"How the hell would I know!" Andrew said, throwing his hands into the air. "I kind of passed out," he said, seeing the concerned look in his mother's eyes. Which was a very odd feeling for him given how she had left him.

"Are you sure you aren't suffering from a concussion?" Alex asked, stating it for the record.

"No... I don't think I am. The nurse didn't or couldn't find a head injury," Andrew muttered.

"Okay, what else..."

"Bast was there," Andrew blurted out.

"Do what?!" Alex asked, taken aback at what he had just said.

"Before I blacked out, I could have sworn Bast was standing over me. I know that look, I'm telling you it wasn't some carving I saw on a wall. Bast was as real as you and me," Andrew said, when his mother gave him a look that told him she didn't believe a word.

"Andrew... they were just stories to make people feel better about themselves. To help them when their time came, gods aren't real," Alex said, crossing her arms below her breasts.

"Believe me or don't. I know what I saw," Andrew said, surging from his seat. "I'm done!" he said, stumping past his mother.

"Andrew!" Alex called out to him as he stormed off.

Andrew's hand ran down his face as he groaned. Hanging his head as he leaned against the outer wall of the western wing. Something he only did since the stone was bare of anything. Why did he think his mother would believe him? Hell, he hardly believe it himself. "Hey, yeah, like I saw a god, and my cock grew four inches in less than ten minutes." Shaking his head, no wonder his mother didn't believe him. He knew he was going to have to apologize for that. If his mother was angry he couldn't blame her. Who in their right mind would believe a story like that? His head lifted as his ears caught something that was carried on the wind. Walking tentatively towards the sounds, arching an eyebrow as he stood in the entrance of the inner sanctum.

"Holy shit!" Andrew cursed as Abasi, Anta, Carla, and Bill were all in the middle of fucking each other.

"Fuck yes! Fucking give it to me!" Anta growled like a demon as Abasi pounded her from behind.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me like a whore!" Carla howled as Bill was between her legs fucking her to sweet oblivion.

Andrew couldn't move. His mind was too frozen in shock as they fucked each other like rabbits. He couldn't say how long they'd been going at it, but from the amount of cum he saw, Andrew had to guess he had stumbled upon them in the middle of their orgy. What made them just drop trou and start fucking their brains out? He had no clue. Yet he couldn't say Anta and Carla didn't have sexy bodies even if they were covered in cum. Easing himself backwards as Anta screamed and Carla's leg twitched, and a little squeak escaped her lips as they both came. He so didn't want to bear the brunt of their anger if they saw that he had stumbled upon them. He had enough problems as it were. Nonetheless, it was too late. He had been caught as Anta stared at him. Abasi's cum jetted out of her cunt as he collapsed to the floor. Carla pushed Bill's exhausted body off of her as he had shot his spunk into her.​