Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"Like what you see?" Anta asked, as she laid on her right side. Displaying her 32A breasts to him, along with her very wet, and very soiled cunt as she lifted her left leg towards the ceiling. Her left hand reached around her ass; her fingers pulled her labia open showing off her pink center. Abasi's leftover cum dribbled out of her canal and down onto her thigh. "My pussy needs some more cock, why don't you take yours out and come stick it into my eager pussy."

"No, he definitely wants to fuck me, don't you?" Carla asked, as she knelt on the stone. Her brown hair was messy, her hands ran through all the cum Abasi and Bill had drenched her in. Her green eyes called to him as she played with her 36B breasts. Feeling Bill's cum splashing down onto the stone.

"Umm..." Holding up his hands, he so wasn't into sloppy seconds or fourths or however long they'd been going at it.

"Andrew!" His head turn as his mother called out to him. Sending her a silent thank you for her timely rescue.

"I will fuck that cock!" Anta shouted as Andrew fled the inner sanctum.

"What the hell is going on?!" Andrew asked himself as his legs sped over the sand.

"Andrew! What's the matter?!" Alex asked, as she took hold of his arms as she caught him. Keeping them from tumbling down into the sand.

"I really don't think you want to know," Andrew panted.

"Andrew?! What's..." Her eyes widened as she saw Anta standing naked in the doorway of the sanctum. Taking a dry swallow as Carla joined her their heads turning looking for someone or something.

"Andrew, come back, we promise you'll enjoy being inside of our pussies!" Anta yelled.

Not if she had anything to say about it. "Come," Alex said, nearly growling as she took hold of her son's arm. If she hasn't felt her son deep inside of her yet, neither could they. She had no idea what was going on with them, but they were in no way going to mount her son before her. The first ride belonged to her and her alone. "I think you best stay here for now," Alex said, as they entered her tent.

"Good idea," Andrew sighed as he lowered himself to the tent floor. Looking up as his mother closed the flaps.

"Tell me Andrew, did you like what you saw when you walked in on them?" Alex asked, as she stood with her back to him.

"The orgy or the naked women?" Andrew asked, tilting his head to the side.

"The naked women, of course?" Alex asked, smirking as she peered back at him.

"Umm... yeah, why are you asking?" Andrew asked, wondering if he left one lion's den for another. His Adams apple bobbed as his mother turned towards him, lifting her shirt up her chest as she did.

Alex's lips curved into a smile as her son's eyes gazed unabated as her shirt fell from her fingers. "Because I need a bath and I would rather watch you watching me as I do, and not when you peep on me as I do," Alex cooed as she bent in front of her son. "Like I didn't know you weren't peeping on me. A woman can feel these things, son," she tutted as her fingers tickled Andrew's chin. Feeling her folds squeezing the tampon in her canal as her son stared at her dangling breasts. "Well... you coming?" Alex asked, popping the button of her shorts as she walked past flashing him the blueness of her panties. Walking through the insect netting, bending down switching on the lamp that sat next to the water pail. Peering to the side as she saw how Andrew sat on the floor, his back straight as a board, his eyes squarely on her ass as her hands ran over it.

Her heart raced as she felt Andrew's eyes burning into her exposed skin as she shimmied her hips. Pushing down her shorts, she knew the panties she had worn didn't show off her ass all that well, and it appeared her son didn't have a problem how her ass appeared beneath the fabric.

"So Andrew, are you enjoying the show?" Alex asked, as her thumbs hooked around the waistband of her underwear.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew nodded, as his mother bent over. Even with the tampon in it still was a pretty sight.

"Then how about you repay me for all those times you spied on me," Alex said, her dark red hair swayed as she soaked the sponge and ran the bar of soap over it as she looked over at him.

"Uh?!"

"Surely, you can infer what I'm asking you to do?" Alex asked, smirking as she ran the sponge along her left arm. Knowing how the light was playing along her left breast. Chuckling inwardly as Andrew stared down at his groin then back up to her body. "It's okay to get hard son, it's a natural reaction," Alex said, in a teacherly voice. Feeling herself dripping down onto the sand, wishing she could touch herself, yet she'd rather not bloody her fingers. "Go on," she cooed, turning to her left, the light haloing her body, hugging her womanly curves. "It's only fair that I get to ogle you as you have done to me for these past two weeks," Alex said, placing her hands on her hips.

"O-okay," Andrew stammered. He just hoped his mother didn't freak out by... his newfound size.

Alex swallowed hard as she watched as her son's rod began to fill with blood and harden as it rose. "God... that's fucking big. Wait... I thought he was smaller?!" Alex said to herself. "That's going to destroy my tight pussy, how I can't wait for that day!" Practically drooling at the thought of riding that hard cock of his. Before she could stop herself her legs propelled her forward. Remembering what she had thought but never said yesterday as she sank to her knees. Her mind was blank as the head of her son's cock was less than an inch away from her lips.

"Mo... oh shit!" Andrew gasped as his mother's lips wrapped around his rod. Her sky-blue eyes peered up at him as her hands rested on his hips as she continued to sink down his shaft. Her right eye winked at him as the entirety of his length rested in her mouth. Her thumbs brushed along his thighs, feeling them tremble, as she hammered his cock down her throat.

"You like mama's hot mouth all the way down you baby?" Alex asked, wiping her chin as she came up for breath. "You'll cum in my mouth won't you, Andrew?" she asked, as both her hands stroked him off. His father -- the only man she had actually slept with in and out of high school -- did not even come close to the size of her son. She had no idea where he had inherited it, or why she was so lewdly sucking off her own son. Just something told her she had to please this man, to ensure that when he lined her bed he faced no hardships. That the only thing he had to worry about was if she couldn't get enough of it.

"S-sure... oh God," Andrew moaned as his mother attacked his cock like a leech. Sucking on his manhood like there was no tomorrow.

"Mmmhmm," Alex moaned. Shaking her head, her eyes were lit with glee as she listened to that pleading voice of his. How she loved it, and oddly enough she loved the taste of her son's cock on her tongue. Again, her nose wiggled as that strange scent of pomegranates filled it. Her eyes fluttered as Andrew's cum flooded her mouth causing her cheeks to puff out due to the volume of it. "There's so much!" Alex drooled into her mind. Easing off Andrew's cock, opening her mouth as she peered up at him. She wanted to show him that she could take care of his needs and anywhere he wanted to dump his seed she would gladly allow. Her tongue curled out painting her lips in his cum before swallowing it all. "Now come wash your back and I'll do the same, and if this awakens again, then you just stick it back into my mouth; because I love the taste of your cum baby," Alex said, leading her befuddled son over to the water pail.

Date palms swayed in the gentle desert breeze. Barges drifted lazily up and down the Nile as he stood gazing out on his kingdom from his royal chamber from where he was destined to rule. Looking out to the left towards the upper Nile seeing the step and bent pyramid, then to his right as the red one rose higher and prouder than the two failures of his father trying to build a true pyramid. The construction of the white pyramid was currently underway even from this distance he could hear the faint sounds of hammers as the slaves toiled away on his father's grand project.

"Is that me?!" Andrew asked himself as he caught his reflection in a highly polished copper plate. What he saw was a boy no older than he was when his mother left. His head was bald except for the ponytail of ebony hair held together by fine, thin gold rings. His personal slaves, a mix of women and eunuchs, came rushing into his chambers. Who all quickly fell to their knees as his gaze bore into them. The women's bare breasts pressed against the cold stone their three-inch wide white linen, held secure by plain hemp rope barely covered their mounds or asses for that matter.

"What's the meaning of this Xerxes?!" Andrew was taken aback at how commanding his voice sounded due to his small stature.

"Please forgive the intrusion Prince Onouphrios," Xerxes placated to his prince as he bowed his head. "But you're father has called for you, please," he said, gesturing to the area where his royal jewels and body paint rested on the ornate tables.

"I see." Andrew felt how his body stood straighter, his shoulders became square. His head held high as he strode towards the area. "Xerxes how does Neith's pussy look this morning?" Andrew felt for the man as he lifted up the back of the linen cloth. The way the man's eyes held sadness in them when nothing would ever respond to such sights again. "Damn, if I was them I would have beaten the shit of me," Andrew thought to himself as he felt the cruelty in the boy surfacing.

"Very pretty my prince," Xerxes said, letting go of the cloth knowing it would be his head if he touched her body.

"As it should be," his past self said, before walking over to the tables. "Dress me!" he ordered as he held out his arms.

Andrew was growing to hate this kid as the dream or was it a memory... he rightly didn't know continued on. Feeling his personal servants scurrying behind him as he walked arrogantly through the halls of his father's palace. The guards snapped to attention at his approach. The doors of the throne room were pushed open by two of his slaves. Watching how they kept their eyes down as he fondled their breasts before entering.

"Father," he said, kneeling on one knee as he bowed his head.

"Rise Onouphrios," Sneferu said, old age was eating away at his body. Andrew could feel the boy's lust for power and the lust he felt as the boy slyly glanced at his very beautiful mother. Her fine ebony hair fell down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes lustered in her warmth. Her berry stained lips curved into a smile. The dyed blue linen draped down her chest, only covering her voluptuous breasts while leaving the rest of her upper body open to his gaze. Fine gold necklaces rested against her light olive skin. The gold bracelets clicked as they struck the stone of her throne. Her right silky thigh taunted his gaze to move upward towards his mother's round ass teasing him with a little peek of her right cheek as her right leg rested on her left knee. "Walk with me son," he said, rising from his throne.

"Of course, father," he said, rising and falling into step behind his father.

"I leave in the morning to put down these fools who think to sack my kingdom. I except you to keep to your studies and to see that my pyramid continues to rise to the heavens."

"Yes father," he nodded, as they strode through the corridors.

"While I'm gone, listen to your mother, and your advisors," Sneferu said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Listen but be wary of their words. You will be king one day and your word will be law, not theirs, nevertheless, it doesn't hurt to listen. Listening requires nothing. Foolishness might cost you everything."

"Yes father, I shall listen and keep my own council," he said, nodding as he stared up at his father.

"Very good," Sneferu said, smiling down at his son. "Now come, let us enjoy a hunt before I must leave..."

Andrew's eyes snapped open, looking around the tent's ceiling reassuring himself that it was all just a dream. Yet the pair of naked breasts, the warmth of a thigh, the brushing of a cheek on his chest certainly wasn't a dream as his mother rested soundly in her sleep. His left hand rubbed his forehead. He could feel the coolness of the early morning air on his skin, yet he didn't feel chilled like the first night he had slept underneath the desert sky. It had been five days since he had fallen down into that hole. Today was the last day, which basically consisted of breaking down the camp. Which his mother said wouldn't take more than a few hours given the museum would be sending the truck to retrieve the tents, kitchen supplies, the med station, and all the other things they had brought along before his arrival. Plus, the truck would give the cooks and the nurse a ride back to the city. He, his mother, Anta, and Bill would take one of the Range Rovers, while the others would take the other one once they had made sure they hadn't left anything behind.

"Mmm, yes, Andrew, rub your mother's ass." Andrew arched an eyebrow as he peered down at the top of her head as she talked in her sleep. Ever since she had sucked him off five days ago, his mother would lift the covers and take care of his morning wood. Not that it wasn't phenomenal -- which it was -- however, that didn't make up for the past. Nothing ever would. "You best rub that ass or no pussy." Andrew wondered what the hell his mother was dreaming about, and if he was actually rubbing that ass. Even if it was a dream his dream self, best be getting some. Feeling her arms tightening its grip, the smacking of her lips as his mother faded back into her -- what appeared to be a very arousing dream. His eyes drooped; his hand covered his mouth to contain his yawn before drifting back to sleep.

He felt the hammock rocking, something warm and wet wrapped around his manhood gently easing him out of his slumber. The sight of red hair filled his view as it bobbed before him. His eyes ran down her bare back, arching an eyebrow at the sight of his mother's delicate, elegant panties she wore to bed the night before.

"Baby!" Alex squealed in surprise as she felt his hand caressing her left ass check. "I didn't think you were awake yet."

"So, you thought to just suck my cock in my sleep?" Andrew teased.

"But... but don't you like it when I do?" Alex asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Of course."

"Mmm... good then you don't mind if I continue? And don't you dare stop rubbing my ass," Alex purred as she returned her son's cock to her mouth. Knowing that today would be her last day, or so she hoped. Sometimes her period lingered a day more than it should. She so hoped it was, because her pussy throbbed in anticipation of finally sinking her son's fat cock deep to her core. While she loved sucking his cock, that no longer fulfilled the desires that were bubbling up ever since she first sucked her son off. That same pomegranate smell still drifted off his body, no matter how fragrant the soap was. That wasn't the only odd thing, no, she had watched as he labored under the hot sun for hours and still not a drop of sweat graced his brow. How she wished she knew what was happening to him and with everyone in the camp. Ever since they opened the inner sanctum, other than her, everyone else was fucking like mad any chance they got. Yet her son didn't seem to be affected like she had seen in her students. While the thought of joining them a few times was enticing, however, Abasi and Bill couldn't compare to her son. "I love your cock, baby," Alex purred as her tongue ran up the side of his cock.

"Oh?" Andrew said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Mmmhmm, it's so yummy," Alex cooed, before sucking gently on his head before sinking down his shaft. "You're going to give your mama what she wants, aren't you?' she asked, her tongue teased the back of his crown.

"Maybe," Andrew said, smirking down at his mother.

"You better," Alex pouted.

"Alright everyone," Alex clapped her hands getting everyone's attention as the last item was loaded. "This dig had been... interesting to say the least. Let's hope that the government and the antiquities department gives us the go ahead to come back and really study this place in greater detail," she said, seeing her son perched on the rear bumper of the Rover with his arms crossed. The reason she left in the first place came roaring back, knowing that next time, if there was a next time he wouldn't be there with her. She tried to keep the sadness of that realization buried deep within her heart. "I want to personally thank Omar and Anuket for keeping us well fed during this dig. Without them I doubt all of us would have made it through that heat," Alex said, smiling warmly at the cooks. "And Akila I doubt Abasi would be here if you hadn't had that vial of scorpion anti-venom on hand, or the rash of heat exhaustion during the excavation of the site. I hope all three of you will join us again should this site open up again." Alex didn't miss that look in their eyes, it wasn't hard to see, they too had been caught up in what had affected her students. It was like the site itself exuded sex, or something like that, but that was just speculation and she didn't do speculation. She was a woman of facts. No matter how those facts were staring her in the face she just couldn't accept it.

"My head feels weird," Anta groaned as she pressed her hand against her forehead when they had been on the road for an hour. Her hand flew to her mouth as her mind bombarded her with the memory of every sex act she had done in the past five days. No wonder her pussy felt so damn sore. Everyone had taken a turn, if not more, in it, all except... her eyes glanced to Andrew as he sat beside her.

"I know, mine does too," Bill agreed. It felt like he had a massive hang over.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked, her scientific mind was curious.

"It's like coming out of a drug induced fog," Bill stated.

"Oh my God! Did we really... Did I let you...!" Horror laced Anta's face as Bill nodded.

"I thought you wanted... you know," Bill waved his hand referring to what she begged him to do on more than one occasion.

"Oh god, I can't show my face to Abasi," Anta muttered.

"Why? He was fucking about every woman there," Andrew muttered as he looked out the window.

"He was not!"

"Yeah, he was," Andrew said, glancing over at her. "You might want to check his phone; you might be surprised at what you find."

"Hey," Bill turned in his seat looking at Andrew. "Why weren't you, you know...?"

"Fucking everyone like a rabbit?" Andrew asked, finishing Bill's question for him. "Hell if I know, not like you and Carla didn't try to get me to..." Seeing Anta becoming red faced as his eyes ran down her body.

"My face is up here," Anta barked, as her arms covered her breasts thinking that would keep him from picturing her naked.

"What?! You're hot when you're not all sex crazed," Andrew teased.

"Thanks," Anta said bashfully, feeling her cheeks heat as strands of her ebony hair slipped from behind her ear. Her right eye peered through them as the rays of the sun struck his face. It almost looked like he shined. Almost like the sun itself had blessed him like she had read how all the ancient Pharaoh's were said to be.

"The others are probably feeling the same thing," Andrew said, offhandedly.

"Yeah, it appears so," Anta said, peering over the seat and into the Rover behind them. Seeing the argument that was ensuing. "Hey," she whispered getting his attention. Her finger beckoned him to come closer. "Why didn't you fuck me?"

"Oh... umm..." Seeing his mother's eyes peering at him in the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah," Anta said, her mind pulled her back to that feeling she had been floating in for the past five days as that pomegranate scent filled her nose. "Go on," she said, scooting closer to him on the bench seat. "You did just say I was hot, so why didn't you fuck me?" Anta asked again, her breath was hot along his skin as she whispered in his ear. Like all women at the site she didn't wear a bra due to the heat. So, when her breasts lightly brushed against his arm he would know that was all her and not that wire infused piece of supportive cloth.

"I don't like sloppy seconds or thirds," Andrew said, peering out the corner of his eye.

"So say," her middle and index finger walked up his leg, "what if I haven't fucked anyone that day, and if you say Abasi has been stepping out on me I don't see him touching me again. Would you then think you'd fuck me?" Anta asked, slyly brushing her nipple along his arm before letting him feel the curvature of her breasts. Her heart stopped, her breath grew still, her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she watch something growing down the side of his thigh. "That couldn't possibly be his... cock?" Anta asked herself as she swallowed hard.

"Maybe," Andrew said, a deep alluring voice filled her ear as his lips brushed against her ear. Blue light shimmered on his irises as he felt her trembling against him. Watching how her lips mouthed 'Oh my' as her hand grasped his root.

"Anta!" Alex said, in an almost growl as her hands gripped the steering wheel hard.

"What? Oh..." Quickly sliding back to her seat yet she couldn't keep from glancing at Andrew. That was until a cat stuck it's head out from underneath the seat. Who jumped into Andrew's lap without hesitation.

"What the hell is a cat doing in here?!" Alex asked surprised, as it sat on her son's lap staring up at him.

"I don't know, I don't think it was in here when we packed the Rover," Andrew said, his gaze was drawn to those green eyes. It almost felt as if there was a vast intelligent mind behind those eyes. "How would a cat get out in the middle of the desert in the first place?"

"Oh my... that's not just a cat that's a mau," Anta said in awe.

"A what...?!" Andrew said, looking over at Anta. His attention was brought back to the cat in his lap as it chirped at him. Its silver spotted tail wiggled and twitched as its paws softly kneaded his legs.

"A very rare breed of cat," Alex said, looking at her son in the rear-view mirror. "Some have speculated that maus are the progenitors of the modern-day cats," she said, arching an eyebrow as the cat chirped as if agreeing.

"And silver maus are the rarest of them all," Anta said, fighting herself from reaching over and taking the cat into her arms. Yet something told her not to touch.

"That still doesn't answer why it was out in the desert or how it got in the car, or how it won't get off my lap," Andrew said, the moment the words left his lips the cat growled at him. It seemed to him the cat could understand him. Thrusting his head back as it whipped its tail against the side of his face as the cat turned around in his lap.

"When we get back to the city, I'll look up some breeders..."

"I don't mind taking her," Anta cut in her brown eyes gazed at the scarab beetle on its head. Her fingers twitch wanting to rub those furry little ears.

"Yeah, I got a feeling she isn't going to go anywhere," Andrew said, as the cat cleaned her paw, all the while, her green eye peered at him to say that was correct.

"Well, you certainly can't have a cat Andrew," Alex said, in a motherly voice.

"Hey, not like I asked for one... she just appeared," Andrew said, his hand moved on its own. Feeling her purring as his hand gently brushed along her spine.

"Well..." Anta leaned over, her eyes going from him and to the cat. "What do you think you want to call her?" she asked, taking a chance, squealing in delight at how soft her fur was.

"I don't..." Andrew's words stilled as the cat rose and turned in his lap. Her right leg rose, her soft pads pressed on the tip of his nose as her eyes stared intently into his. "Bast."

"Andrew?!"

"What?! It's the name that she appears to like," Andrew said, almost seeing the cat smiling with her eyes.

"Fine," Alex sighed. She would have thought that now that they were gone from the site all the weirdness would have stopped. "But you're cleaning up the mess she makes," she said, sternly.

"I just love cats!" Anta squealed acting like a little kid on Christmas morning. Scooting back over to him, "Hey would you mind if I came over and played with her?"

"I guess," Andrew muttered, wondering how he was going to explain this to his father. He got the feeling when he went home the cat -- Bast -- would find some way to follow after him. He didn't know how a cat could transverse oceans and thousands of miles. It was just a feeling he got.

"Sweet ass sweet!" Anta gasped as Bast climbed into her lap.

"You're not going to become one of those crazy cat ladies, are you?" Andrew joked.

"Andrew!" Alex couldn't believe her son had just said that.

"Shut up!" Anta chuckled slapping the back of her hand against his chest.

"Here Andrew," Alex said, reaching through the gap of the seat handing him the key to her apartment. "3A, that's my place, why don't you go get settled while I oversee the unloading and file the findings. I should be back by dinner time," she said, as they sat in front of her apartment building.

"Okay," Andrew said, as his mother dropped the key into his hand. As the car door opened Bast jumped out and sat waiting on him on the steps for him. Shutting the rear door once he had retrieved his bags. He had a lot of washing to do and a hot bath was sounding very nice at the moment. Looking up at his mother's apartment building as he listen to the Rover driving away. "Well Bast, this appears to be home for a while," Andrew said, looking down as Bast cooed at him. Bast easily kept pace with his strides as he climbed the stairs to the third floor.

Upon entering his mother's home, Bast made a beeline right to the window still. Her tail swayed lazily as she stared out upon the city of Cairo. His mother's apartment was awash in artifacts that she had found throughout her time in Egypt. It almost felt like he was standing in a museum as the door closed behind him. Locking the door, he didn't need anyone coming in while he was in the shower.

"You hungry?" Andrew asked, wondering why he was talking to a cat. The way she shook her head almost reminded him of a human. "You're just seeing things," Andrew muttered to himself.

"Who ever invented hot water is a god," Andrew sighed as he stood beneath the shower head. He couldn't understand how his mother or anyone else could stand being out in the desert for that long. Now that he had true privacy Andrew stroked his meat like mad as the last picture Wilma sent him flashed in his mind. Sighing in bliss as his cum struck the wall of the shower. Walking into the living room, the white towel was wrapped around his waist, knowing he was going to have to wait until his first load was done before he could have anything to wear. He wore his last pair of clean underwear that day and didn't feel like soiling his body putting those back on. Still, with only him there Andrew didn't see a problem just lounging in the towel as the washer ran.

Digging his phone and his charger out of his bag. Glad that he could finally charge his phone. Sighing when the battery had some charge left on it once it powered on. Hearing and seeing the rapid dings of unread text messages that waited for him.

"Hey Dad, finally got into the city. You won't believe how hot it got out there! Just letting you know I'm okay, I'm at her place." Andrew texted his father unable to say mother to his father. Knowing that would upset his father when he wanted them to enjoy their trip. Backing out opening the text from Wilma. Instantly he felt his cock stirring as a video awaited him. Looking around as if someone was hiding in the shadows waiting to jump out. His thumb hit the play button as his heart raced.

"Yes, fuck me! That's it Julián! Pound that cock into my pussy!" Wilma moaned. Wilma had a mischievous smile on her lips as she peered over her shoulder at the camera. "Well, Andrew, stroke that cock baby. I know you're watching this. Did you enjoy the photos that your father took of your hot mother? Did you jack that cock to me as you gazed at them? Mmm... Mama can't wait for when you get home. We are so going to enjoy our reunion," Wilma said, as her ass bounced. "What did you think your dad didn't know I was sending them to you?" Her giggle echoed through the speakers. "You have a very dirty papa, aren't you Julián?"

"Mmmhmm." Andrew heard his father's voice as the phone shook as he thrust hard into Wilma.

"That's it Julián! You know how I like it rough and hard!" Wilma loudly moaned as she collapsed onto the mattress. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum! Watch me Andrew, watch as your mother cums on your father's cock. Soon it will be yours!" Her feet hammered against the bed, as his father zeroed the camera down letting him watch as Wilma's hot cream coated his cock. Looking down as his own cock had pushed through the opening of the towel.

"Now when you get this, and I know you're out in the desert right now, but do show mama that cock," Wilma said, winking at the camera before she sucked his father's cock clean.

"Did you enjoy that son? I hope you did. I want you to know I haven't forgotten everything you did when your mother left. And Wilma said she was fine with it, so this was going to be a surprise for when you got home, but Wilma couldn't wait. Now you have fun, be safe, we'll see you soon."

"Holy..." Andrew was left in a state of shock as the video cut off. Well, since his father knew about the whole thing, he didn't see a problem with sending his step-mother a dick pic now.

"Oh? You're in Cairo now?! Good, I was a little worried about you being out in the desert for so long?" Julián texted after Andrew had sent his step-mother a picture of his junk. "Oh, Wilma likes what she sees. You should see her drooling over it." His father sent along with a laughing emoji.

"Hello?" Andrew answered as his phone rang.

"Andrew! Mama can't wait for you to stick that big cock into my hot pussy!" Wilma said, excitedly over the line. "You will let me have a ride on it?"

"Umm... and dad's okay with that?"

"Mmmhmm, I want my boys to be happy! Now show mama that cock again and put your hand on it so I can grasp the size of that monster!"

"Okay, who am I to say no," Andrew chuckled, before snapping off another pic.

"Oh... baby, mama is going to show you the time of your life," Wilma said, her lust and hunger burned over the line.

"I can't wait."

"That's our reservation, we'll talk soon. Enjoy Egypt Andy, you might not get to see it in the later years of your life. You're Dad sends his love as do I." Setting aside his phone, resting his head against the back of his mother's couch. A smile graced his face as he stared up at the ceiling. At least he now knew his father was okay with what Wilma was sending him. He had no wish to hurt his father.

"I guess I need to take care of you again..." Andrew's head turned as he heard a knock on the door. Arching an eyebrow when he saw Anta standing out in the hall as he peered through the peep hole. Again a knock came upon the door. It appeared to him she had taken a quick shower and put on a free-flowing dress. "Yeah?" Andrew said as he peered through the crack of the door. Keeping his near naked body out of her sight. "She's not here right now."

"I know that Andrew, I came to see you," Anta said, flashing him a smile. "Can I come in?"

"Umm... I'm not dressed."

"So?!" Anta said, shooting him a seductive smile. "It isn't like you haven't seen me naked before," she said, her mind flashed to the time he had stumbled upon them after the floor caved in. The way she so lewdly displayed her body to him.

"Alright, I guess," Andrew said, quickly hiding his cock as he pressed it to his thigh as he opened the door wider.

"I brought some things for Bast," Anta said, the bag brushed against her blue sundress as she entered. Slyly noting the towel and how his hand covered something that she could only assume was his cock. Placing the bag on the couch, taking out the little feather toy she had brought along. "Look Bast!" Popping the toy a few inches beside Bast. Whose head quickly turned; her pupils dilated as they followed the bounce of the feathers. A light chuckle escaped her lips as Bast's left paw batted the toy a few times before she pounced. "You know I took your advice," Anta said, rising, brushing her hair behind her ear as she looked over at him.

"O-okay," Andrew said, feeling on display. Wishing he actually had clothes to wear as her eyes ran down his body. "Umm... listen I kind of feel exposed here, do you mind..."

"Don't you want to know what I found?" Anta asked, interrupting him. Feeling her nipples cutting into the fabric of the dress. She wore nothing under her dress once she knew she would be coming over here. The cool air of the room felt so good on her freshly shaven bald cunt. Her fingers trailed along the back of the couch as she walked towards him. She knew he had just taken a shower and yet the smell of pomegranates still clung to his body. How it made her pussy instantly wet, where she wouldn't need any stimulation to slide that cock of his into it. Although, she did hope that he would kneel down and taste her little peach. "The fool thought I didn't know his little pin on his phone. It seems he's been stepping out on me long before the dig."

"Okay, what does that have to do with me?" Andrew asked, his heart hammered in his chest as Anta stood before him.

"Well, I haven't been fucked today," Anta said, in a wanton whisper. Her fingers pulled the ends of his towel loose before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes moved down his body, sucking on her lip as she got a very good look at his cock. Reaching back, lowering the zipper of her dress, feeling it cascading down her body as she pushed it from her shoulders. She didn't say a word as she sank to her knees, batting his hands out of the way. Her breath was stolen as she watched how that tool of his pulsated. Looking up at him as her tongue flickered out before her lips engulfed his head. Her hand worked in time with her bobbing since she could only take seven inches into her mouth. She wanted every inch of his tool to be pleased. She wanted to be able to return while he was there, and no horny woman would rightly pass up a chance to ride something so... large, or that was what she thought. Her eyes darted down her body as she toyed with her labia. She couldn't believe how wet she already was. She knew she was moist, just not this wet, where her slickness dangled precariously on her clit.

"Fuck me Andrew, I want to feel you thrusting this thing deep into me," Anta said, pure unbridled lust burned in her eyes as she stared up at him.

"D-do... what?" Andrew asked, mystified.

"I said," allowing his slick cock to drag along her body as she rose to her feet, "I want you to fuck me," Anta said, feeling his rod pressing against her stomach as she kissed him. Her hands ran down his arms, taking hold of his hands before tugging him towards the couch. Resting her right forearm on the back of the couch as her knees rested on the cushions, her ass hanging over the edge. Her left hand ran down her stomach, lightly patting her mound telling him where she needed that cock of his. Peering over her shoulder, a curious look appeared in her eyes as Andrew just stood there gazing at her pussy. "Andrew, you have been with a woman before, right?" Anta asked, when Andrew looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"N-no," Andrew said nervously, taking a step closer to Anta's awaiting mound.

"Well then, allow me to be the one who shows you what you've been missing," Anta purred, her hand reaching out from between her legs. Her nails tickled the underside of his cock. Knowing now why he didn't pound her into the floor of the inner sanctum when she offered her body to him. He must have been so freaked out seeing her and the others like that? "Now go slow, that's a big cock you're going to be stuffing into my pussy. You don't want to hurt me do you?" Anta asked, her tongue curled out as the head of his cock breached her paradise.

"No," Andrew muttered, watching in awe as his rod sank deeper and deeper into Anta's cunt. When her left hand shot back only then did he still his advancement.

"God, its just so... big," Anta moaned. Hanging her head as her cunt squeezed and relaxed trying to grow use to the size. He was far bigger than Abasi and Bill. It was going to take her a bit to... "Oh fuck!" She nearly yelped as her core went into meltdown as Andrew withdrew his cock. Biting her lip, she so wasn't expecting to cum from the simple withdraw of his cock. Squealing as Andrew sent his rod back into her. "Oh God! Mmmhmm, just like that Andrew, doesn't my pussy feel good?" Anta asked, breathing heavily as her body quaked. Whimpering as she felt his member pushing deeper into her canal as her velvet pocket grew accustomed to his size.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew mumbled. He was lost in a world of bliss. He never knew a woman would feel so... good.

"Good. I want your first time to be good," Anta panted, "put your hands on my hips and really put some thrust to those..." Her mouth hung open as his balls slapped her clit. "Fuck!" Anta bellowed out as her nectar surged out around his rod. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me Andrew, tear that pussy up!" she growled loving how that cock felt so deep in her womanhood. Knowing that no one was going to compare to Andrew after this. "Fuck! I cumming!" Anta yelled as her womb detonated. "Mmmhmm, keep fucking me Andrew, keep enjoying my hot, wet pussy," she moaned, reaching back resting her hand on his hip as his youthfulness kept that cock plowing her molten canal.

"Shit! I'm..." Andrew grunted after they had been fucking for the past fifteen minutes.

"Do it! Paint my pussy in that cum. It's okay, I'm on the pill," Anta said, breathlessly. It was the only good thing about her weird trip through Orgyville. Otherwise, the amount of cum that was spewed on and in her would undoubtedly make her pregnant, and she so didn't need that right now. Tossing back her head, her tongue curled out, her eyes fluttered as Andrew sent his cock deep into her. Feeling her womb swelling to the brim as his hard root pumped what felt like gallons of cum into it. Her hand cupped her mound as she sat on the back of her legs. She didn't want to stain her professor's couch in her son's cum. Feeling it pooling in her hand as her muscles loosened their hold on it. God. Never once did she think semen was delicious until now.

"Hand me that towel," Anta said, her chest heaved as she pointed at Andrew's discarded garment. Wondering why he didn't have a drop of sweat on him, even after that very vigorous thrusting. "Thanks," she said, smiling at him as she wiped her cunt dry. Turning her head as she heard something beep.

"Right clothes!" Andrew said, nearly forgetting about the load he had in the wash. His body stiffened as Anta pressed her body against his back as he tossed his clothes into his mother's dryer.

"I like this," Anta cooed as she stroked his three-week beard. "Although, I would like to feel this all nice and smooth when you taste my... pussy," she whispered heatedly into his ear.

"Wha..."

"What, did you think this was only a one-time thing?" Anta asked, resting her cheek against his back as her arms wrapped around him. "Oh no, I plan on riding you every chance I can," Anta cooed. "So, don't think you've seen the last of me," she said, as she walked over to where her dress lay. Knowing his eyes were on her as she bent down to pick it up off the floor. "Come zip me up," Anta said, holding her hair out of the way with her bare back towards him. Hearing the dryer door close and starting, her skin heated as that zinc tab rose closing the brass teeth. "Now before I go," she said, spinning on her heal. "This needs a good cleaning," Anta said, taking his deflating cock into her mouth, cleaning every inch of it of her juices. "Here's my number, call me sometime, I'll be happy to guide you around the sites; because you so have to see the Great Pyramids before you leave," she said, writing her number on the palm of his hand. Waving goodbye to him as the door closed behind her.​