Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"Finally!" Andrew decried once the dryer stopped. Don't get him wrong losing his virginity was awesome, he just didn't want to be sitting around naked when his mother came home. Hastily putting on a pair of shorts, carrying his other clothes over to the couch and dropping them on it before throwing another load into the dryer. Stopping in his tracks when he returned to fold his clothes and pack them back into his bag, since there was only one bedroom in his mother's place.

"I see you have been making good use of mine and Ra's blessings my Pharaoh," Bast said, her cat-like lips curled in what could be considered a smile as she sat on the sill of the window. Her left leg was crossed over her right as her gold-brown eyes gazed at him.

"I'm hallucinating, I have to be," Andrew said, pressing the heel of his right hand to his right eye.

"I see. You do not recall the events within the chamber where the blessing of the past was restored to your soul?" Bast asked, arching an eyebrow.

"So... you're real! Great! I'm talking with a god..."

"Goddess!" Bast hissed in a snarl-like growl.

"Right..." Andrew took a dry swallow as he saw the volatility in her eyes. "So... umm... how are you speaking English?"

"I know not this English you speak of. I am speaking in the tongue of my father, the great Ra, as your forefathers once did. It's the same with thee," Bast said, crossing her arms. "You're mind just comprehends it as this... English," Andrew fought back a laugh when it appeared the word left a sour taste in her mouth, "once my words reach your ears."

"Okay..." The fabric of his shirt slid down his chest, arching an eyebrow as his eyes peered over the fabric as Bast's eyes ran down his body. "So, what did you mean what happened in that chamber?" Andrew asked, trying not to anger a goddess. He still was under the impression that he was indeed hallucinating.

"Watch." Was the only thing she said as the image of the chamber appeared before him. You have no idea how weird it was to watch himself just tumbling down that shaft.

"I knew there was water there!"

"Water?! No, nectar of the gods," Bast corrected.

"Wait, does make me immortal then?" Andrew asked, looking at her through the image remembering all his ancient Greek tales.

"Hmpf! Hardly. Greeks!" Bast rolled her eyes. "No, as you are beginning to remember, it only carries the blessing of the gods. Mortal men cannot comprehend what it means to be immortal," she said, hinting at his dreams.

"Okay, so, what exactly are these blessings?"

"My father, Ra, has bequeathed to you that no heat, no cold shall touch your body. A king can't be seen sweating like a pig," Bast said, smirking at the time he spent in the desert. "The land shall bestow upon you its riches. Men will bend an ear to you as you exude your dominance over the world, and my own blessing..." Rising from her seat, her golden thatch of hair could be seen through the white linen cloth as her alluring hips swayed as she sashayed towards him. Her fur lined cheek brushed along his, her breath hot in his ear, "I made you irresistible to the women of this world, along with increasing this," she purred as she cupped his groin. "I am the goddess of sex after all." Her gold-brown eyes glanced towards the door as she sensed the approached of a mortal.

"Aw, finally home!" Alex let out a large sigh as she pressed her back against the door causing Andrew to come out of his stupor. The plastic bag rustled as the can of shaving cream and a razor she had bought for him lightly struck the door. Biting her lip as her eyes ran down her son's back. "Andrew I hope you aren't planning on leaving that mess on my couch?"

"What... Oh?! I was getting to it, was throwing clothes in the dryer before I came back to fold these," Andrew said, trying not to notice how Bast was back in her cat form and staring out at the city once again.

"I see, I take it you already had your shower then?" Alex asked, she couldn't wait to be smooth all over again. She wondered if her son would like what her naked pussy would look like once she was done. She could feel her clit throbbing at the thought of his mouth wrapped around it. How she hoped her angry friend would be done when she woke up. She had nearly driven herself mad that she couldn't touch herself or have her son tasting and fucking her. Alex hoped to fix that very soon. "Here, I stopped at the store and got you this," Alex said, holding out the bag to Andrew.

"Thanks," Andrew said, peering into the bag. He wondered how he was going to shave. His beard was itchy, and he wanted it gone, and he doubted his mother would approve of him using hers.

"Now, if you will excuse me. I'm going to take a very long bath," Alex said, leaning in getting her first kiss of the night. "Then I'll cook us some dinner," she said, pulling off her shirt as she walked into her bedroom. Since Andrew had seen her naked numerous times already she didn't feel the need to closed the door as she slipped out of her shorts and underwear.

"Mmm, so smooth," Alex sighed as her hand ran along her freshly shaven mons venus. "I wonder what Andrew would think?" she mumbled; a devious smile rose the corners of her lips. "Andrew!" Alex called out. The sound of the water sloshed in the tub as she stood facing the door. How she hoped he would like her hairless peach.

"Yeah!"

"Could you come here for a minute?!" Alex called back placing her hands on her hips. Knowing her naked body would be the first thing he saw as he walked through the door.

"What is..." Andrew's words stilled in his throat as he opened the bathroom door.

"What do ya think baby, does it look good all naked?" Alex asked, with a seductive smirk. Watching how his eyes ran up and down her body. Her own glanced down seeing movement in his shorts. "So, I take it that you like it?"

"Uh-huh," Andrew muttered incoherently.

"Then..." Turning around, bending over showing off her tight little mound. "Would you want to stick that big hard cock into this tight, wet hole of mine?" Alex asked, spreading her labia, feeling her canal clench and unclench as she did.

"Uh-huh," Andrew mumbled again.

"I'm so happy to hear that baby," Alex purred running her hand over her ass before giving it a light smack for her son's benefit. "But it will have to wait, I don't want to get you all bloody. But once it's gone," turning back to face him, "mama is going to fuck you so hard," she said, her tongue ran along her upper lip. "Now if you'll excuse me I should get back to my bath before the water gets cold," Alex said, teasing her son and that cock of his as it strained his shorts. Giggling as Andrew simply walked dumbfoundedly out of the room.

"Fuck! You like that!" Andrew hissed low as he pictured pounding his mother from behind. Taking out all his anger on that round, taut ass. Feeling his cum surging up his shaft as he climaxed into the soiled towel he had used earlier. "I'm so going to own you and that pussy," Andrew huffed as he stared down at his fresh cum. He was going to make his mother lust for his cock. "That will teach you for leaving us," Andrew muttered to himself.

Night had fallen, his mother snuggled up to him as they watched TV. Andrew was struggling with the small subtitles that ran along the bottom of the screen. However, his mother wasn't as she giggled along with the laughter over the speakers. He on the other hand was completely lost. Her cheek brushed against his shoulder. Her hands lightly held his between her bare thighs as her legs were curled beneath her. A light fruity perfume drifted off the tops of her breast as the dress shirt she wore was open to the fourth button. Andrew knew she wore no bra given how whenever she moved her right light pink nipple would peek out of the opening. So, as his mother enjoyed the show that he had no earthly idea what was happening his mind went over the events of the past few hours. His left eye glanced to his left as Bast rested on the armrest of the couch. Her eyes peering at him as she cleaned her paw.

"Was she always going to be around?" The thump of her tail was her silent answer. "Great. So I got a goddess following me around, what's next, the pyramids were actually landing pads for aliens?" If he didn't know better he could have sworn Bast was laughing behind those eyes of hers.

"Andrew," Alex whispered into his ear, bringing him out of his silent conversation with Bast.

"Yeah?"

"It's getting late. Come to bed," Alex cooed, her breath hot in his ear. Her nose nuzzled his hair, as she pressed his arm between her breasts. Watching how his eyes glanced down as she lightly brushed his hand along her mound. Her hand lightly held onto his as she led him to her bedroom. "You don't mind sharing my bed, do you? I've gotten used to your body, your heat, warming me throughout the night," Alex said bashfully, her cheeks heated as the light of the lamp played along her skin.

"No," Andrew said, in a monotone voice.

"Good, why don't you sleep naked," Alex said, in a husky voice as she watched as his shirt run up his chest.

"You sure about that?" Andrew asked, he never slept nude before. He normally slept in his underwear, except for his time in the desert. He so wasn't about to have a camel spider all up in his junk. He could feel his skin crawl at the thought.

"Mmmhmm," Alex nodded her head vigorously.

"Alright," Andrew said, watching how his mother was panting, the way she was licking her lips, the way her eyes so lewdly stared at his cock. "So which..."

"That side!" Alex said hurriedly, pointing to the left side of the bed. Her son didn't need to know of the numerous dildos that she had stored in her nightstand. Her fingers worked quickly along the buttons of her shirt. She wanted to feel her naked, or almost naked body pressed up against his throughout the night. "Baby, before we go to bed, will you..."

"Hmm?" Andrew hummed as he climbed under the covers. Pressing himself deeper into the mattress as his mother's face instantly appeared over his.

"Suck on your mother's breasts," Alex purred, her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip as her right hand danced down his body. A devilish smile formed on her lips at her son's primal grunt. "You like having your mother's hand stroking your big, fat cock, don't you Andrew?"

"Y-yeah," Andrew said, feeling his member growing in her hand.

"Good, I enjoy touching you, I especially love it when you cum in my mouth," Alex said in a wanton whisper, as her thumb rubbed small circles on the head of his rod. "And I can't wait to feel you shooting your hot load into my pussy. Now..." Moving her body up, her breasts dangling before his lips. "Suck on your mother's breasts," Alex demanded.

Her lips smacked as she tasted her son's seed on her lips. Sighing in bliss as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. Her thigh brushed along his ever since she first sucked him off; this had been her ritual to get to sleep. She had no idea this would all come to pass when his father called her out of the blue about her watching their son as he and his new wife traveled the world. Nevertheless, who would have thought it would be her son that made her want sex after eight years, or that she would enjoy pleasuring her son. She sure didn't, but she wouldn't have changed it for the world. Sure, she knew she could never make up for the eight years she missed of her son's life. She understood that. Yet she hoped they could be closer, maybe not as mother and son. She ruined that long ago, maybe as friends.

"Yes!" Alex yelled out in joy. Her feet dancing along the floor when not a hint of blood marred the water. Already feeling her cunt heating at the thought of having that big thing stuffing her to the brim. Stripping out of her clothes, snatching a towel from the closet, turning on the shower. She wanted to be fresh for her son. She wanted that nose of his to wiggle at the scent of her pussy and not the sweat that would undoubtedly occur on her way to and from work. Stepping into the cloud of perfume after her quick shower. She wanted this to be memorable for the both of them. Lightly smacking her cheeks, smiling to herself knowing this would be the first time in eight years she's had relations with anyone. Her head poked out the door of the bathroom looking around for her son only to hear the TV going in the other room. Lightly giggling to herself as she nearly jumped on the bed. Getting on all fours, pointing her ass at the door, knowing what would be the first thing her son would see as he walked in. "Andrew, I have something to show you?!" Alex called out her voice light and sweet on the air.

"Holy...!" Andrew stared unabashedly at his mother's mound as she wiggled her ass at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Strip! And come fuck your mother," Alex said, lightly patting her pussy. Rolling over, kneeling on her bed so she could watch how eager he was to get into his mama's pussy. Biting her lip as his clothes went flying. Watching that semi-hard tube of meat just a-swaying as he crawled along the bed. Alex gasped loudly as her son's lips danced up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts, along her neck as his hands ran along her hips before coming to a rest on her ass cheeks. "Andrew," Alex said, breathlessly.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now," Andrew said, a deep seductive voice in her ear as he held her close to his body.

"Sorry, to have kept you waiting," Alex moaned as her son's hands rubbed her ass. She had no idea how he learned about that little turn on of hers, not that she was going to stop him either. Their lips embraced as her hands skimmed up his back as the morning sun's rays filtered through her bedroom window. Bathing their bodies as she gave into the lust that had been burning in her chest at the first taste of her son's cock. Her hand reached down, moaning into Andrew's mouth as her fingers wrapped around his heated rod. A devilish smile appeared on her lips; her eyes flared in her hunger as she pushed Andrew down onto the bed. "Look at it baby," Alex purred as she knelt over her son's head. Filling his view with her shaven cunt. "It's been waiting for so long to feel your tongue on it, won't you..." Her gasp vibrated the air as her son wrapped his lips around her mound. "Mmmhmm," she loudly moaned, her hands moved along her stomach and up her chest. Fondling her breasts as his tongue gently parted her labia. Her eyes fluttered; her body trembled at the first touch of a man enjoying her womanhood after so long. Her hands danced down Andrew's chest as she leaned forward. Her thumb and index finger encircled the base of his cock before her others joined their brethren as she posed his broad head at her lips.

Feeling his body quivering as her hot breath flowed over his head. Her hips softly rocked on her son's tongue as her own swirled around his crown. Her head rocked as she swallowed her son's root. She couldn't understand why she swore off men. Then again, if she hadn't she doubted she would be sucking off her son, and about to have his huge cock stuffing her to her limits.

"That's it Andrew, lick your mother's pussy," Alex panted once she came up for air. "God, Andrew... your mouth feels so good," she moaned as she hung her head, her hand worked his cock as her mouth was unfunctional, her hand could still bring pleasure to her son. "Yes Andrew... I'm going to cum!" Alex moaned as she felt her nectar flooding her son's mouth. Biting her lip, closing her eyes as she rubbed her quivering mound against her son's lips.

"Look at it baby," she cooed as she rocked her wet labia along his shaft as she knelt poised over him. "Doesn't it look so fucking good rubbing your mother's horny pussy?" Alex asked, her words trembled as her clit rubbed along his cock.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew nodded.

"Good," Alex tutted as she rose slightly. Sucking on her lower lip as she ran the head of his rod through her hungry lips before sucking in a breath as it pressed against her paradise. "God! It's so... big!" she howled as his girth began to spread her out. Her eyes peered at her clock knowing she had an hour to get to work. "Plenty of time," Alex thought to herself as she continued her southern trek down his hard pole. Hissing as she raised up quickly, rubbing her clit to produce more lubricant. She wasn't about to leave an inch of her son's cock untouched by her cunt. "Mmm!" Her walls tightened and loosen as the entirety of her son's cock sat within her womanhood.

"You like your mother's hot, tight, wet pussy, don't you Andrew?" Alex asked, as his hands gently squeezed her thighs. Pressing her hand down on his chest, as she lifted her hips to the point where only the head of his cock remained inside her pussy before plunging back down to the base. "Oh fuck! Mmmhmm. That's what mama likes, having her pussy wrapped around something big and hard deep within her," Alex panted. A pleased smile graced her lips at how her son's body reacted as her tight, little pussy pleased his cock.

"Fuck..." Andrew groaned at the tightness of his mother's sex.

"That's it baby, just enjoy it, later when I get home, you can take your mother from behind," Alex said, breathlessly.

And so, Alex rode her son hard for the next twenty minutes. Climaxing several times as she bounced, rocked, circled her hips. Making sure that cock was covered from the tip to the base in her hot cream. Their combined moans filled her apartment as Andrew's cum flooded his mother's womb. Watching her son's eyes as they fluttered as she rolled her hips a few more times so he could enjoy how their combined juices mixed together. Her breath stuttered as her son's cock slid out of her wet sex, listening to how it landed in a wet slap against his stomach. Kissing her son passionately as she felt his cum running down her canal. Her hand ran along her stomach before coming to a rest over her mound. She wasn't about to lose a drop of it. It belonged solely in her mouth and in turn her stomach. Quickly running into the bathroom for a quick shower and to enjoy her prize.
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Two weeks later...

"Andrew?!" His mother's voice came over the line once he answered.

"Yeah?" Andrew answered as his fingers brushed down Bast's spine. He found it quite odd that a goddess would enjoy being petted like a common cat. Who knew!

"You remember when we x-rayed that cavity?"

"Of course," Andrew nodded against his phone. Remembering how she and her team were like chickens with their heads cut off as they rushed to get the scrolls they found stashed beneath the Bast statue into vacuum sealed containers so the air wouldn't cause the papyrus to crumble to dust.

"Well, we're about to study them in an hour. I was wondering if you would like to come and watch. We wouldn't have found them if it wasn't for you," Alex said, hoping to spend time with her son.

"Sure," Andrew said, glad to be able to do something other than watch Arabic TV.

"Excellent," Alex said, trying to hide her joy. "Anta should be there in five minutes," she said, she had sent Anta ahead before she made the call. Otherwise it would have been very... disconcerting if Andrew said no.

"Okay. Let me get my shoes on," Andrew said, moving Bast off his lap who jumped from the armrest of the couch landing perfectly on the sill of the window. Turning his head as Bast batted her paw at the Great Pyramids off in the distance. "You telling me that I need to go there or visit all the ancient sights?" Andrew asked, he couldn't believe he just asked a cat that. The thump of her tail, and the look in her eye told him it was so. "Alright if you say so," he muttered, as he finished tying his shoe. "Don't tear up the house, that's all I need," Andrew said, as he walked out the door.

Anta quickly flipped up her visor as she saw the main door to her professor's apartment building opening. Quickly tossing her makeup case into the console after giving her lipstick a touchup. Spraying her wrist lightly with her perfume, rubbing them together as she noted how he looked both ways before crossing the street to where she had parked.

"Afternoon Andrew," Anta greeted him warmly as Andrew slid into the passenger seat.

"Hiya," Andrew replied as he shut the door.

"So, have you given any thought about what I said before?" Anta asked, it was the same question she had asked over the past two weeks whenever she slid off that cock of his. She really did want to show him the sights. If she got fucked in them all the better.

"Sure, but can we also go to Saqqara and Dahshur?" Andrew asked, they could visit the necropolis and the plateau at the same time when they went to Giza.

"Want to hit all the pyramids?" Anta asked, flashing him a smile as she pulled out into the street.

"Something like that," Andrew said, offhandedly. He honestly didn't have a clue why Bast wanted him to go there. Yet he wasn't about to displease a goddess. There was no telling what she would do to him, and he had suspicion it was tied into the dreams he had been having over the past month or so.

"Sure! I'd love to show you. I mean you do only have a few weeks left here until you fly back home. I want us to enjoy as much time as we can together," Anta said, her hand gently squeezed his. She so was going to miss him when he leaves. She knew her pussy was surely going to. It took some time, but she could finally envelope his cock without being sore for days. Knowing she would have to skip some classes, but that wouldn't be a problem. She could always make up the work when Andrew flew back to the states.

"Come on, the professor is waiting," Carla said, as she stood in the doorway that led into the area that was off limits to visitors. Her cream tone blouse flowed down her chest tucked neatly into her light tan skirt as it gently swayed in the re-circulated air that flowed past her. "Hello Andrew, it's been a while," Carla said sweetly, seeing Anta smirking behind him. "Anta the professor wants you in the room to ensure that the room keeps its vacuum seal," she said. Ever since their return from the dig site she had seen Anta disappearing to who knows where and once she returned she always had a weird gait to her step and a smile on her lips. Carla had finally managed to get Anta to fess up to where she's been going only to have Anta whisper in her ear that she just got done fucking one of the biggest cocks she's ever had. It took another few days of pestering Anta to give up the name of whom she had been riding. How her thighs rubbed together when Anta described in detail how Andrew felt so deep inside of her.

"Right, you mind showing Andrew to the observation room?" Anta asked, from behind Andrew.

"Certainly," Carla said, with a stout nod.

"Then I leave you in her good hands," Anta said, placing a light peck on Andrew's left cheek.

"Please, if you'll follow me?" Carla asked gesturing for Andrew to follow after her.

Andrew always wondered what the unseen parts of a museum were like as he studied the eggshell white paint of the walls as he followed after Carla. Noting the cheap paintings that lined the walls to give the space a more welcoming feeling. He would've thought that given this was a museum and with all the artifacts they have they would at least have better tastes. Watching Carla slide her keycard through the reader, opening the door once the light turned green.

"The examining room is a floor below us," Carla said, waving him in.

Andrew's eyes moved over the three forty-inch TVs that were being used as monitors as the cameras supplied the feed from the room below them. Noting the four vacuum sealed containers that housed the four scrolls that they had found underneath the Bast statue. Then the crackling of a rubber suit came over the speakers as his mother came into view.

"Carla? Is Andrew there?" Alex asked, staring up into the middle camera.

"Yes Professor," Carla said, pressing the speaker button, listening to herself as it came back through the TV sets. Pulling out the office chair, patting the back of the seat before spinning her own around.

"Well, don't you look like a marshmallow in that thing," Andrew said, into the microphone.

"Ha, ha." Alex rolled her eyes as Bill chuckled from the other side of the room. "As you know Andrew we can't study these scrolls in a normal room. So, while this one isn't necessarily used for the purpose of archaeology it does fit the need we have for it today. These are the few scrolls that have survived to this day, not counting the six already in Cairo," Alex said, looking off to her left as she saw Anta getting into her own suit. "Bill here," gesturing to her student, "will be supplying a direct feed to you when we start examining the scrolls in greater detail. Give us a few minutes and we'll get the show on the road, so to speak."

Andrew arched an eyebrow as Carla moved his hand off of the speaker button. Her hand spun him around to face her. Placing a finger to her lips as she slid off the seat and onto her knees.

"Relax let me give you a little dessert along with the show," Carla said, winking up at him as her hands ran along his thighs. Gently pushing Andrew's legs open and pulling him forward along the seat. "I know I'm going to enjoy this," she said, licking her lips as she slowly lowered his zipper. "You don't mind if I have a suck and tug on this, do you?" Carla asked, as she snaked her hand into his underwear.

"Nope, not one bit," Andrew said, a little excitedly.

"Now Andrew, we're going to start." His mother's voice came over the speakers causing Andrew to look away.

"Go on, watch, while I enjoy this," Carla purred, as she stroked his rod to full mast. "Oh yes, I most definitely am," she said, in a seductive voice as her eyes gazed lewdly at his long pole. Her green eyes peered up at his face as his eyes moved across the screen. Smirking around his rod as she heard his moan as her lips wrapped around his crown. Her left thumb brushed along his thigh feeling it tremble as she sank down his length. Anta definitely was telling her the truth. Andrew was delicious! She so wanted it inside of her. It was the reason she wore her crotchless panties today. She tried to keep the slurping to a minimum so he could listen without interruptions.

"You getting all this Andrew?" Alex asked, as she slowly unrolled the scroll.

"Yeah," Andrew said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Damn she does know how to suck a cock," he thought to himself as Carla's head bobbed. When his father shipped him off, he so didn't think he'd lose his virginity and be getting so much head. Watching how she licked up the back of his rod before she gently sucked on his head. Swirling her tongue around his head gathering up his pre-cum on that pink muscle. Noticing how her skirt lifted and lowered as her hand moved between her legs.

"Andrew are you reading this? It's speaking about that unknown Pharaoh," Alex said, in awe.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew mumbled into the microphone as Carla rose from between his legs. Shaking her hips as she held up the hem of her skirt, showing off her landing strip and moist labia eager to be wrapped around something.

Carla's ass wiggled as she held her skirt up and against her stomach. A sultry smile rained down on Andrew as she peered over her shoulder as her free hand guided his rod towards her sweet entrance. "Feel that warmth Andrew. Doesn't it make you want to thrust this big, hard cock into my itty-bitty pussy?" Carla asked, gently slapping his cock against her clit. "I know it makes me want to..." Her brown hair draped down her back as she tilted her head backwards. "Sit on it," she said, her voice stuttering as his head breached her threshold. "Oh fuck," Carla hissed as she stopped at the seven-inch mark. "It's just so... big," she said, drooling as her canal was stretched like never before.

"Damn!" Andrew groaned as Carla's folds squeezed his cock.

"Mmmhmm, you like that itty-bitty pussy don't you?" Carla asked, rolling her hips. Sucking her lip wanting to take his rod deeper into her sex. Yet that would take time, time it seemed she would have to rush to get the most out of what limited time Andrew had left.

"Fuck yes!" Andrew growled as his hands grabbed her ass. Spreading her cheeks so he could watch his pole disappearing into her hot cunt.

"Good, then you don't mind if we keep fucking, do you?" Carla asked, hoping he would say yes.

"How can I pass up that?" A smirk raised the corner of his lips as Carla loudly moaned as he thrust his cock upwards.

"Mmmhmm. That's it fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Carla panted as her nails dug into his side.

For the next ten minutes nothing other than his mother's voice through the speakers and the sound of Carla's sex could be heard in that room. His nose wiggled at the smell of her arousal as her cream coated his rod. Knowing he could get used to being deep inside a woman.

"Fuck... going to..."

"Fill me up big boy," Carla purred. Her eyes bulged as Andrew thrust the entirety of his cock into her dumping his hot load into her womb. Her thighs trembled as she slowly eased off his rod. Listening to the moist sucking sound as his head left her quaking mound. "God. That thing was all the way inside of me?!" Carla said to herself as she stared down at his wet cock while her fingers ran through her swollen lips. Coating the pads of her fingers as she gathered up his cum. Her mind picturing how she would look when she was staring down at him as she rode that beast on a bed as her fingers spread the taste of his seed along her lips.
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Two days later...

Giza, Egypt. The land of the greatest Egyptian monuments of all time. From the Great pyramids, to the necropolis, to the sphinx, all built during the reign of Khufu. That was all common knowledge for those that paid attention in their world history classes. However, what no one ever knew was the secret that lies underneath the sand. Protected since the completion of that great work to keep the thieves that had been robbing the tombs of the past dead kings. When the Pyramid of Khufu was broken into not an ounce of gold, nor was there a sarcophagus that normally dominated those types of tombs. For years and years scholars, treasure hunters, and archeologist have speculated at why and where all the Pharaoh's body and gold and everything else that was meant to travel with him into the afterlife. As odd as the great pyramid might be, the Sphinx was far more stranger than an empty tomb. With no true record on why Khufu would build it and why he left no entrance to the interior, or why he positioned that monument in front to the pyramids themselves. No one was prepared for what the world was about to discover... by none other than Andrew McCain of all people.

"Well Andrew, I give you the Great Pyramids!" Anta said joyously, as she stood in front of them in the parking lot that catered to the tourist that came to view the wonders of Egypt. The warm desert wind ruffled her hair as her arms were outstretched to say come and explore with me. "Now." Pulling out her phone, tapping her Skype app, and waiting for her professor to pick up. Alex had told her that while she couldn't be physically be there with them, she did want to enjoy the experience with her son. "Say hello to the Professor?!" Anta giggled as she held out her phone.

"Hello Alexandria," Andrew said, waving to his mother with a smirk on his lips.

"Andrew, I've told you before." Alex's pouting face filled the screen. "To call me Mom, go on, say it!" she teased as a smile crept along her lips.

"Hello Mom," Andrew said, rolling his eyes as his mother spun in her chair. Giggling as her arms waved in the air.

"I wanted to come along, but the revelations that were disclosed in those scrolls and especially that coded one has us working overtime to decode it," Alex sighed. Remembering how Carla told her how strange Andrew had become as the images of that coded scroll appeared before him. How he was muttering something under his breath as his finger drew what Carla assumed to be hieroglyphs on the surface of the desk. From the way Carla described her son's actions it was almost like Andrew was in a trance.

She wished there had been a pad and a pen on hand so she could see what he was drawing. Ever since his fall into that hidden room something odd has been occurring around her son. Not to name that the cat that had somehow found its way into the Rover didn't eat or poop at least not that she had seen. Her scientific mind just couldn't wrap itself around all the weirdness that's been orbiting her son as of late. "How I wanted to show you the pyramids the way I see them. Then maybe... maybe then you'd understand why I..." Her cheeks heated; her head bowed. She hoped that over the last month and a half that they had somewhat healed their past offenses. Otherwise why was he fucking her every morning and night? Not that she didn't enjoy feeling her son making her moan like a harlot as he pounded his cock into her. "Maybe during Christmas break you can come back and it'll just be you and me. Would you be okay in spending the holidays with me?"

"I don't know Mom, I'll have to see what Dad and Wilma have planned first," Andrew said, wondering why he saw a hint of sadness in his mother's eyes.

"I understand Andrew," Alex said, somberly.

"Not to cut in, but the pyramids won't check themselves out!" Anta said, trying to inject some levity into the mood she felt forming.

"Right. Exploration awaits!"

"Andrew where are you going?!" Anta called out to him as Andrew veered off the path that led to the pyramids.

"The pyramids are a decoy," Andrew said ominously, in ancient Egyptian.

"Did you hear that?!" Alex perked up when her son spoke a language that hadn't been heard since the fall of Egypt. "Follow him!" she ordered. Wondering if they would find something new that so many have over looked like the hidden compartment beneath the Bast statue. Watching as the phone shook and Anta's bouncing breasts as she raced to catch up to Andrew. Listening to Anta's heavy breathing as it appeared to her that Andrew was walking with a purpose. For what? She didn't have a clue. "Andrew what do you mean the pyramids are decoys?"

"Thieves." Was the only thing Andrew said still speaking in that dead language.

"What about thieves?" Anta asked, only to watch as he pointed towards the pyramids.

"A Pharaoh shall not be disturbed in his eternal rest," Andrew said, in that strange monotone voice as he rounded the right paw of the Sphinx.

"Andrew, you aren't making any sense baby, tell me what's going on?!"

"Andrew?!" His voice held confusion in it. "I am Onouphrios, god-king! You're Pharaoh," Andrew said, holding his head high as he marched towards the large stone tablet that sat between the Great Sphinx's legs.

"Whoa! What's going on!" Anta shouted as the ground began to shake after Andrew spoke a few words she couldn't decipher. "Are you seeing this Professor?!" she asked, a little afraid as she watched the Sphinx rise to a height that would allow a grown man passage beneath it. Keeping an eye out for falling stone blocks as she stared wide eyed at the sight.

"Yes! I'm recording everything! Whatever you do, don't lose sight of Andrew!" Alex said, nearly shouting in wonder as she watched as the sand rained down the sides of the Sphinx. There had always been speculation that something was always underneath the Sphinx's left paw. Numerous tests had been done to disprove those theories, yet none even thought to think to look underneath the Sphinx's main body. Her eyes ran over the ancient hewed limestone that looked as if it had just been quarried. Knowing that the pyramids had once been covered in the same stone at one point in history. Watching how the phone shook as Anta kept it on Andrew's back as she descended those polished steps. "Onouphrios? What is that?" Alex asked, in ancient Egyptian now that she knew how it was supposed to sound when it was spoken aloud. Knowing that not only was this a fantastic archeology find, but one for the linguistic department as well. Being able to read hieroglyphs, and speaking the language was two totally different things. Noting how Anta zeroed the camera on the small pedestal with an hour glass shaped stem. A fist sized copper orb dotted with stars that depicted the night sky from so long ago, encircled with three moveable rings, a half-moon ring with a copper rod connecting all four elements as the rod ran through the center of it.

"A key," Andrew said, plainly.

"A key for what?" Anta asked, trying not to be weirded out by Andrew's behavior but that was easier said than done. A chill ran up her spine at the smile on Andrew's face. This wasn't the young man she knew, wasn't the man she slept with numerous times. The way his eyes ran down her body made her feel cheap, that she meant nothing to him except what she or more importantly her body could give him.

"Be patient, you cannot rush your Pharaoh," Andrew said, in a gravelly voice. Spinning the small globe until the Orion constellation peered up at him. Moving the rings to rest over the three Kings that represented his father Sneferu, himself, and his son Khufu.

Alex watched as Anta spun around watching that huge wooden door swing silently open. Images and hieroglyphs ran as far as she could see before the darkness of that long tunnel hid the rest from view. How she wished she could be there to see it in person.

"Anta! I've already called the officers down there to block off the site and to get all the tourists off the site. You're probably going to lose signal the moment you enter the tunnel. As soon as I end this call immediately switch to video and record everything! I'm getting the team together and I'll be there as soon as I can. Be sure to keep Andrew in the frame," Alex said, excitedly. Ending the call grabbing the keys to the Range Rover, yelling for her students as they raced around to stuff their packs with the needed equipment. She couldn't wait to explore what her son had found.

"Where are my servants?! How is their King to see without Ra to guide him?" Andrew growled as he looked around. Wondering why his royal guard, advisors, slaves, and adoring masses weren't there to witness this event.

"Here. I can help with that," Anta said, gently laying her hand in the nook of his elbow. Noticing how he looked confusingly at her. Activating her flashlight app and turning it to the max setting before switching her camera over to video.

"Forgive me, mighty magician. If I had known I was in the presence of one such as yourself..." Anta didn't know what to say as Andrew bowed to her.

"Right," drawing out the word, "shall we go inside?" Anta asked, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Yes, such treasures! Come, come, let me show you," Andrew said, laughingly, as he lead the way.

Anta tried to take in everything all at once but knew she was missing quite a lot as they pressed deeper into the earth. Noticing how the air grew cooler as the only light was from her phone. Asking questions as they walked for what seemed hours to her, about how he knew this place was here and whatnot.

"I did draw the plans for this place, even set the foundation for the Sphinx, but..." Andrew stopped in his tracks as a fragment of his past life memory flared in his mind. The footfalls of sandals, the sounds of the well-trained movements of the soldier's arms as they aimed their spears at him. His hands gripped the armrest of his throne as his son led an insurrection against him.

"But what Andrew?" Anta asked, from behind him.

"Nothing." Anta could feel the hate in that single word. She wondered what had happened to cause such an emotion. "We're nearly there," Andrew said, turning the corner leading towards the Great Pyramid. Anta tried to get Andrew to speak more, but he remained silent as they continued down that dark, silent corridor.

"Holy shit!" Anta yelled as the glint of the vast volume of gold objects that filled that large vaulted room reflected the light from her phone. She had seen the photos that were taken when they had found King Tut's tomb. While the objects that were found in there were breath taking, nothing like of it was like what they had just found in that sixty by hundred-foot chamber.

"What the hell!" Andrew nearly shouted looking around the look of lost was plastered across his face. "You want to tell me how I got here?" he asked, all he could remember was walking towards the pyramids then everything got fuzzy.

"Andrew? Don't you remember?" Anta asked, seeing him shake his head.

"What?! Why am I talking like that?" Andrew asked, no one in particular as he watched the footage as they stood in the treasure room.

"How would I know, you just started speaking it. Even calling yourself a Pharaoh," Anta said, giving Andrew a weary look. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not too sure after seeing that," Andrew said, pointing to her phone. "So, where exactly do you think we are?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling. Slyly reaching over plucking a few of the gold coins from the equally gold tray. The smile on Anta's face told him she had seen him yet didn't say a word.

"There looks like there's another room back there," Anta said, holding up her phone, shining the light against the far wall. "Well Andrew, since we've come this far, care to continue on?" she asked, slipping her hand into his. Glad that he had returned to his normal self.

"Sure. Lead on," Andrew said, flashing her a smile.

"Three sarcophagi?!" Anta whistled as she panned her phone around the chamber. Sharing a nod with Andrew when he waved her on. "This one is Khufu," she said, reading the cartouche. "This one's Sneferu," reading the name on the cartouche on the middle sarcophagus, "and this one appears to be... Onouphrios," she said, peering back at Andrew. Hitting the stop button, "Andrew?" Anta purred shaking her ass at him. "Why don't you come and fuck me on this?"

"As you can see, the Sphinx is still standing! A month has passed since this remarkable event has occurred. This could be the greatest find since King Tut! And this all couldn't have happened without the keen eye and mind of the amateur archeologist Andrew McCain, seen here on the other side of your screen." Andrew shook his head as he packed his bags. He couldn't believe all the hype that's been raised for the past month. "Now here is Professor Sanders to tell us all that's been found so far." Andrew had to admit his mother was indeed hot as she stood underneath the desert sun.

"I do wish they would stop showing that interview, it doesn't paint me in a pretty light," Alex said, smiling seductively at her son as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Why? I'm sure you've got tons of fan boys by now," Andrew teased. His eyes running over his mother's body. Her moans, the begging, the pleading echoed in his mind especially the ones from this morning knowing that he would be leaving in a few hours.

"But..." Pushing off the doorframe, her hips swayed alluring as she approached the back of the couch. "They aren't the fan boys I want," Alex said, in a salacious purr. "And I doubt they can fuck me as well as you can, baby," she said, her fingertips tickled his chin as she leaned over the couch. Knowing how her shirt was hanging open she wanted her son to look. To see the breasts that were going to miss his touch. How she wished she had more time, time for her to suck on that long rod of his one last time, yet his flight was scheduled to depart in three hours, and she needed to get him to the airport so he would have time to get through customs. "You all ready?" Alex asked, as the sound of the last zipper closed.

Alex waved sadly to her son as she stood on the other side of the customs station. Her heart longed for her son to stay, so that she could show him the world he had just opened up for everyone. Knowing that because of him numerous historical texts were going to have to be rewritten. Blowing her son a kiss as he waved to her before he disappeared around the corner.

The jet engines wound down as the plane taxied into the gate. All through the flight he felt the eyes of every woman on him. A few of them even flashed him their uncovered cunts when most of the first-class passengers had fallen asleep during that long flight. He was even ambushed in the bathroom by one of the flight attendants. He couldn't believe the woman dropped to her knees and sucked him off like a pro. Andrew had to say that was the best flight... Ever!

"Ah, home," Andrew sighed as the New York air filled his lungs.

"Andrew!" Wilma waved her arm franticly when she caught sight of him. Her light brown hair whipped through the air as she raced towards him. Pressing her chest hard against his as she hugged him. "I can't wait to get home," she whispered seductively into his ear.

"Hey son, how was Egypt?" Julián asked, taking one of his son's bags from him.

"Oh, you know, hot, sand getting into everything, and a mass swarm of camel spiders out to chew on my butt," Andrew joked.

"Well, you're home now," Julián said, bringing his son in for a one arm manly hug. "I'm sure you're hungry but let's drop your bags off then we'll celebrate our reunion."

"Sure," Andrew said, happily.

As Andrew walked into his room there sat Bast in her godly form. Her arms propping herself up, her head turned staring out at the New York skyline.

"Hmm... so my Pharaoh, I see you have a grander throne to survey your kingdom from. I must say I approve," Bast said, those gold-brown eyes burned into him as his bedroom door closed.​