Part 02.3
"A shadow... of a man, I can generally make out the shape of his body but that's it, he was talking but I couldn't hear anything. And I felt like I was looking up... like when..." His gaze lifted gently falling on his mother's. His question hung in his mind as he bit his tongue, knowing if he spoke it, it would only lead to a huge fright like the ones they had during the first two weeks during his stay, he had with her at the dig.
"I know that look Andrew. I know it well enough after two weeks of our shouting matches. I still don't have a good answer for you. All I can say is that I was stupid, foolish, selfish, and have I mentioned stupid?!" Alex's eyes lustered as her smile lifted the corners of her lips.
"Say it again?"
"I'm stupid, okay."
"Again," Andrew said, the makings of a smirk began to form.
"Shall I wear a dunce cap too?"
"How does it feel being that and a professor?" Andrew asked, his eyes glinted in mischief. "Seems so contradictory given your title," he flirted. "Wow. Haven't seen that shade in a while," Andrew stated as his mother's face reddened rapidly, continuing his teasing flirt.
"Moving along," Alex muttered heatedly. Pulling her son with her to the next stage of the tour. She couldn't believe her son had just -- done that! -- and so blatantly too.
"And this is where the few items, we brought with us, will be," waving to look at the pictures in place of the artifacts, "they're in the back, we'll go there in a few minutes, let me show you the rest first," Alex said, gesturing to the third stage of the exhibit.
Alex didn't like the look in his eyes. She knew the moment he walked in what he was going to do when they got there during the grand opening. After all it was the only working projector displaying the wall in the temple site they had studied. Turning to look as the sound of footsteps approaching.
"I'm telling you... it wasn't like that Carla. The way the sarcophaguses were placed it was like they were trying to hide it without depriving him of his funerary items." Anta's voice echoed off the walls of the hall as she walked through the exhibit to greet her professor and the man that's taken her to new heights. "Here, take this piece of pottery we unearthed at Amkhakha temple. You see here his name was scratched out."
"Oh? Is that what you're calling that place now?" Andrew interrupted as Anta and Carla stood at the threshold of the room.
"Andrew!" Anta and Carla yelled in surprise.
Alex ignored how they shoved their tongues into his mouth as they explored her son's body. She envied them, yet Andrew was leaving with her, that was for sure.
"We didn't think you'd be coming," Carla said happily, brushing her hair behind her left ear.
"Tomorrow. You, me, my legs wrapped around you. You making me scream... you game?" Anta whispered in Arabic in Andrew's left ear. She knew he could understand that. He had gotten quite good at holding a conversation in it during the month she had been teaching it to him.
"Oh... I know the place," Andrew replied in kind.
"I hope you aren't excluding me?" Carla asked, batting her eyelashes at him as her fingers lightly danced up his chest.
"Oh?! I wouldn't dream of it," Andrew said, inputting his number into Anta's and Carla's phones. "Text me. Let me know ahead of time when you want to come over. I'll send the address later. I'll let William, he's the doorman, know to send you up."
"You have a doorman?" Anta asked, skeptically.
"Ever since I can remember," Andrew nodded. "Trust me, you'll love it," he said, stepping out of the way knowing they probably needed to speak with his mother.
Andrew pretended to be busy and studying the projector. Yet in reality he was tormenting them as he fluttered around like a moth.
"Andrew? Do be careful, that is expensive equipment, come stand here," Alex said, pointing at the spot in front of her. "That way I know you'll behave," she articulated the tones of her hunger whispering in his ear. "So have the two of you finished the design for the final room?" Alex inquired remembering the heated discussion during their flight.
"Sort of, we're still going over themes after we got the measurements of the room," Anta sighed, feeling her exhaustion clinging to her like lead weights.
"Hang in there girls, give me two and a half more hours then head back to your room," Alex, said motherly as she rubbed their backs.
"Yes Professor Sanders." Anta and Carla nodded their heads.
"Why don't the two of you go and set the items out for Andrew to study them. Not the scrolls, best to keep them where they are," Alex said, directing her students. Anta was a no brainer, she had been there as an eye witness, she could fill in the blanks of what it was like before swarms of teams tired to get in. Carla had won the ticket since she didn't want to have to deal with Abasi and his constant flirtations. It had started out small, while he wasn't coming out and saying it, it wasn't hard to put two and two together, and Bill? Well, out of all her students she trusted his eye to detail, just like Carla's. So she left him behind to catalog the pieces they hadn't gotten too before the news of the tour was announced. "Come along Andrew, we have one more stop to make before..." Alex smirked coyly before spinning on her heel. Her hips swayed seductively, her pants detailing the shape of her ass as it moved underneath the fabric.
"Go. We'll talk later," Anta said, lightly kissing him.
"I have something you might want to see," Carla purred into his ear. Giggling as Andrew jumped slightly as she gave his ass a little spank as she eased by him.
"Andrew?!" Alex called sweetly to him.
"I'm coming," Andrew retorted, smirking at his own pun knowing that was what was going to happen sometime soon.
Andrew watched how his mother moved around the room. Showing where and how she thought it would look once they could agree on the theme for it. Where Onouphrios's sarcophagus and body would be displayed in the center of the room.
"Forgotten." The word left his lips without any conscious thought.
"What was that Andrew?" Alex asked, looking at her son quizzically from the other side of the room. Genuinely concerned about what was happening to her son, yet at the same time curious to know anything else that he could tell her about those ancient times. She didn't have a clue what was happening to her son, nevertheless, she was going to be there for him.
"What?!" Andrew asked, snapping his head up out of his far off mind.
"You said: Forgotten. What did you mean by that?" Alex asked, stepping up to the other side of the raised platform that the sarcophagus was going to be placed on. That was when she noticed a look in her son's eyes that told her that her son wasn't the one looking at her.
"I am... was a Pharaoh," Onouphrios said, taking control of Andrew's body.
"Who are you?" Alex asked, in ancient Egyptian. Quickly getting her phone out and opening up her camera, pressing the record button. She wanted to document this.
"Pharaoh Onouphrios, son of Sneferu and Hetepheres," Onouphrios said, bowing slightly, pressing his closed right hand against his chest as he did. His eyes slyly running down the woman's body. While she didn't have the beauty of his mother, she was a stunning woman, nonetheless. The images of her body writhing in bliss flashed before his eyes. "At least he and I have something in common," Onouphrios chuckled to himself. All the while grimacing inwardly at the ring on his right index finger. Knowing he would have to over come it if he wanted to take Andrew's body from him. He was Pharaoh not this boy! He wasn't about to be subservient to him!
"Wait?! I thought Khufu was their..." Alex's voice stilled as she saw the hate in his eyes and the sneer on his lips.
"Khufu," Onouphrios spat. "Was not first born, I was. I am the true Pharaoh. Not that pretender! The cur turned my own son against me. Raised a revolt only to be killed by Khufu's hands. Khufu was too much of a coward to do the deed himself."
"Okay... why would Khufu do that?" Alex asked, hoping that her son was still in there as she looked at the man on the screen of her phone.
"Power, of course," Onouphrios rolled his eyes. "Khufu always loved that, just didn't have the..." searching Andrew's mind for the right word, "balls to gain it himself. There is also my mother," he said, thinking back to the days they would drift down the Nile to survey some temple or whatnot in his father's kingdom. He could still feel her hands on him as she held onto his arms as he thrust his manhood deep between her legs.
"What about your mother?" Alex asked, wondering what else she might discover.
"It was no secret that my father had trouble producing an heir. He was old, considering at the time, forty, as you know it was ancient in my time, and my mother was very young."
"Yes, its no secret that girls were married off young and were made to bear children at an equally early age," Alex nodded.
"So it came to no surprise that my mother would look to her son for what my father couldn't give. Then came along Khufu three years after I was born... yet Ankhhaf, Kanefer, Nefermaat, Netjeraperef are my children. Not my father's, although he might have suspected that... Have I truly been forgotten?" Alex tried not to shutter at how Onouphrios was looking at her. It was the same way Abasi looked at her, like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. While Andrew might have some anger in his eyes when he gazes upon her, yet she didn't feel cheap when she knew he was undressing her with his eyes. Then as suddenly as it all started, Alex noted how Andrew's expression changed and the confused look and tilted head as he looked into the camera.
"Mom? What are you doing?" Andrew asked, unaware that his past life had resurfaced.
"Oh, just taping the most interesting, and handsomest man that I know," Alex said, flashing her son a brilliant smile.
"Now I'm interesting huh? I guess I'll have to get mummified now," Andrew joked, referring to the time he had showed up at the dig site.
"Hush you!" Alex softly chuckled. "Come," holding out her hand to him, "let's go see the items we brought along," she said, pocketing her phone.
"Hey Andrew," Carla said dreamily, as her Professor led him into the room. Her fingers fidgeted with her gloves as she stared at an interesting spot on the floor. Her cheeks had a rosy tint to them as her eyes flickered up. Remembering the times she screamed out his name, how her fingernails tore at her bedsheets as his long, hard, fat cock surged through her cunt when he fucked her on her bed. To her pleading moans, the begging to never stop as he took her over and over again before he had to leave.
"Hiya!" Andrew said, in a chipper mood. His eyes ran down her brown hair, seeing the hidden desire in her green eyes. Moving down along her 36B breasts that sat beneath her white button down dress shirt. Feeling his manhood start to awaken as they lingered on her shapely hips as her black dress skirt hid what he sought from view.
"No hello for me," Anta pouted as she sauntered over to him. Draping her body along his left arm, allowing Andrew to feel every curve of her womanly body. Her ebony hair brushed along his arm. Her brown eyes burned in want as she looked up at him. She knew her 32As weren't anything to write home about, yet she knew her pussy was, at least it was for Andrew, since no one else could fill her up like he could.
"Hello me," Andrew said, with a smirk as he looked down at her.
"You know what I mean, smartass!" Anta giggled lightly slapping his chest.
"Girls?!"
"Coming Professor!" Anta and Carla said in unison.
"I know I will be," Anta purred, winking at Andrew before moving off to help Alex.
Andrew stood back as Carla carefully carried the foot long six inch wide gold, gem strewn box to the table while his mother and Anta unboxed the rest of the artifacts they had brought along. His eyes couldn't look away from it as he leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest. Something within him whispered in his mind that he knew that box. Knew that box very well -- Why? -- he hadn't a clue. Glancing to the right as Anta put a medium sized scarab statue on the table then to the left as his mother placed what he could only assume were Onouphrios's crook and flail. No. He didn't need to assume he knew they were. Yet the question remained: why were they in that tomb? Surely they would have been passed down to the next ruler. The other items they had unpacked weren't as interesting as the crook and flail and definitely that box. Those pieces were ornamental that served no true purpose.
"Andrew? What do you think of the items we brought along?" Alex asked, noting how her son's eyes barely flickered up and then down back to the box. Her white gloved fingers pressed down on the table as she studied her son.
"They're... interesting," Andrew stated.
"Just not compared to this one that you've been eyeing ever since Carla placed it on the table," Alex said, gesturing to the box. "Not much to say about it, its solid..."
"No it isn't," Andrew cut in.
"How do you know? There're no hinges, no trigger to open the lid if there ever was one. Just how do you know its not solid?" Alex asked, her archaeologist instincts were kicking in.
"Just like how I know where Nefertiti is buried," Andrew uttered with a shrug of his shoulders, "I just do."
"Really? You know where Nefertiti is buried?" Anta asked, skeptically.
"Yeah, you can't just say stuff like that, it makes you look," Carla said, leaning across the table. "Crazy."
"Alright, I'll bite," Alex muttered, reaching behind her back, and pulling out another pair of gloves for him. "If you can get this open without," holding up a finger, "harming it, then I'll listen to this Nefertiti business."
"Sure you will," Andrew said, under his breath. His blue-green eyes moved over the box. Noting the four small statues that sat on the corners. Ignoring how they gasped as he picked up the object. It wasn't like he was going to drop it. He just wanted to examine the statues better. Horus was to the left of him, then Isis going clockwise around the lid, Bast made up the third miniature statue, and Anubis rounded it out. Four nickel sized rubies sat at the edges of the lid, yet something told him that wasn't were they belonged.
"For documentation," Anta uttered quickly from behind her camera as Andrew looked over at her. "If there is something in there, we wouldn't want anyone claiming that it was all hoax. Now would we Professor Sanders?" she asked, panning the camera over to Alex.
"We most certainly wouldn't," Alex nodded agreement. "Please if you would continue," she gestured. Her eyes following the box as her son returned it to the table. Arching an eyebrow as her son took hold of the Horus figure.
"Relax, its okay," Andrew said reassuringly, as his mother's hand took hold of his.
"This is a priceless, over three-thousand-year-old, piece of history," Alex said worryingly, her chest heaved slightly. Knowing cost, and the negative press it would cause if even a single piece was broken.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Andrew said, looking into his mother's eyes. "I think," he quickly added to himself. Watching how his mother reluctantly lifted her hand off his. Noting how all three of them reacted as a small click resounded in that quiet room as he turned Horus to gaze at the center of the box. Andrew repeated the same thing with the other three. Rolling his eyes at his mother's smirk as she tried to open it once Anubis looked at the center of the lib. Waving her off telling her he wasn't done. Shooting her an 'Aha!' look as he slowly and gently pushed that round nickel sized ruby closest to him toward the center. Shooting Alex a taunting smirk as his mother rolled her eyes. Again, repeating the process this time in a counterclockwise movement.
"Andrew, I think... you should let me open it," Alex said, in a nervous and excited voice.
"Sure. I can't do everything around here," Andrew teased as he backed away.
"Come closer Anta, I want to capture every moment," Alex said, waving her undergraduate over to her while ignoring her son's statement.
"Yes Professor." Quickly moving in front of Andrew, smirking as she peered over her shoulder. Giving her ass a little shake as her blue jeans detailed her round, firm backside. Biting her lip as Andrew cupped his manhood, knowing that tomorrow was going to be so blissful.
"I'm slowly lifting the lid off now," Alex stated detailing her every movement.
"Turn the lid over," Andrew said, from behind Anta.
"The one blessed by the gods," Alex spoke loudly for the camera, then showed the camera the hieroglyphics that were cut into the metal. All three of them looked to Andrew wondering how he knew that was even there who just shrugged. "Moving on... oh my! Carla quickly we need pictures of this!" Alex ordered her head turned quickly to her other assistant.
"Professor isn't that...?" Anta peeked around her camera her eyes ran along the black, polished ten inch stone. To her it looked like a seal stone where they would imprint their name on wet clay or wax.
"I think so too," Alex agreed as the shutter of the camera flared off as Carla snapped off a few pictures.
"It looks like something else is inside there," Carla said, as she lowered the camera. Again, all three of them looked to Andrew who equally didn't have a clue.
"We'll get to that in a minute," Alex stated keeping her excitement from her voice while maintaining her professional mindset. Her sky-blue eyes moved down the statue of Bast, her eyes flickering over to her son as the stone looked like onyx. Remembering how that hidden room that Andrew had fallen into was built out of the same stone. "A Seal? Just look at it," Alex said in awe, "just look at those hieroglyphs," holding out the base at both cameras. "Andrew come here, since you're the one that found this, maybe you could judge the age of this item."
"Tell me Mr. McCain, doesn't this resemble something like the Bast statue back at Amkhakha?" Alex asked, holding it in her gloved hands. Her eyes running along her son's face as he studied the seal.
"Yeah, definitely Old Kingdom."
"And please if you would Mr. McCain, state for the record as to why you think this is that old," Alex said, shooting her students a look that told them to watch.
"The head is more 'lion' than 'house cat', has the same 'off to war' feel like the one in Amkhakha. That has to be the weirdest sex cult ever," Andrew mused aloud. "You do realize Bast is a sex and war goddess. Just think how weird those orgies had to be," he said, as he noted Anta's and Carla's questioning and confused looks, and his mother's bemused smile.
"How do you even know this?" Anta asked, assertively.
"You have met my mother, right?" Andrew retorted with a cocked eyebrow. "I was raised on this... So what's that?" he asked, his chin nodded towards the item that had been hidden under the Seal.
"Carla, Anta." Alex waved her students closer. "Just look at that sapphire."
Andrew arched an eyebrow when the light struck the surface. It felt like it was calling to him. Why it felt like he knew what it was like to run his fingers along those four fine silver chains that were held together by the gold clasp. Knew intimately what those hieroglyphs felt like as his fingertips moved along the gold housing of the sapphire.
"Does it say who it belonged too?" Andrew asked, a little afraid to find out that answer.
"No, not on the surface," Alex said, as her eyes quickly moved over it. Turning it over in her hand, gasping loudly as she stared at the hieroglyphs of Hetepheres's name. Her eyes fell on Andrew, knowing now she had physical proof what he spoke was true, why else would Hetepheres place it in there if she wasn't his mother?
"Hey! I remember that name, isn't she on display in Cairo?" Carla said excitedly, as she peered up from the screen of her camera.
"So do I, but what relationship does she have to Onouphrios?" Anta said, in that very astute voice of hers.
"Mother... maybe," Alex mused, while studying her son. "Alright Andrew, go on, tell us where Nefertiti is buried."
"Secret room in Tut's tomb," Andrew said, matter-of-factly. "She was, after all, the power behind the throne."
"You're assuming," Anta huffed.
"Twenty bucks and a kiss says I know exactly where she is," Andrew said, with a cocky grin as he held out his hand.
"This kiss, can it be anywhere?" Anta asked, her tongue flicking against her teeth.
"Sure."
"Deal," reaching out taking hold of his hand, "you better pay up, I want a very, very, very long kiss on my little peach," Anta purred.
"You better be inviting me along, you certainly can't go dashing into the Valley of Kings without me," Alex said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"We'll see."
Andrew gently rubbed his temple at how brain tired he was as his mother snuggled up to him as they rode up the elevator to her hotel room. He had watched as his mother attacked the stack of ribs at lunch. He couldn't stop himself from reacting as his mother sensuously sucked the sauce from her fingers. Those hungry sky-blue eyes burned libidinously as she teased the bone with her tongue. Andrew had to look quickly around making sure they weren't drawing any attention.
His hand slipped into his right pocket, his thumb running along the material of his mother's bra she had taken off at the restaurant. He had felt his cock flexing every time she so elegantly ate her apple pie á la mode. The way her lips wrapped the spoon as the metal glided along them. Still, those eyes would always find their way back to him. Silently telling him what was going to happen as she fucked him with her eyes.
"Come Andrew," Alex cooed as her hands tugged his leading him out of the cab and towards the door to her room.
Alex knelt over her son's lap as he sat on the foot of her bed. Her forehead pressed against his. Her eyes stared into his, her fingertips caressed her son's cheeks. Her lips gently plucked at his, her panty covered labia delicately glided along her son's hard bulge.
"You made it very hard Andrew," Alex said, in a heated pout.
"Oh?" Andrew smirked as his hands held onto his mother's ass.
"Mmmhmm," Alex hummed feeling her son's fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt. Gooseflesh raced up her skin, her thighs trembled as her clit brushed against his bulge. Releasing a shuddering gasp as she tilted her head back as her son's hands cradled her orbs. "Yes Andrew, I've missed you so much. You teasing me all day, driving me mad to the point of stripping out of my pants, bending over and saying: Fuck me!" Alex said, in a forceful, lust filled purr as she stared demonically at her son. Her tongue curled out tasting the lips of the man that made love to her. Her hips rocked faster as she dry humped her son. Right now she needed his cock. She needed to feel him back within the depths of her womanhood. Her eyes locked onto his, the conflagration of her willingness danced in the depths of her pupils,. The wickedness of those flames flared as her fingers slowly lowered Andrew's zipper.
"Andrew," Alex panted heatedly as her hand held his cock against her mon Venus. Her shirt was draped open, offering Andrew passage into her temple. Running her hand down his shaft as her hips rolled. Her hand pressed against the back of Andrew's head, pressing her forehead against his, making him see the fires, he lights in her soul. Her breath danced in shuddering waves against his lips as her clit rolled along her son's length.
"Yeah. Did you find something you wanted?"
"Mmmhmm," Alex purred as she rose to her knees. Drawing his gaze down, her fingers eased the satin fabric to the side as she lined up her son with the entrance of her garden. "Watch baby, watch as mama fucks you," she pleaded as her velvet tunnel parted allowing his rod of man entrance to her hot, lush valley. Alex loved the feel of her body underneath her son's hands as those delicious waves started to build. Biting his lip as Andrew began to match her rhythm. Holding her son's head against her left breast as his lips pressed softly and tightly around her areola. His tongue teased her nipple as her labia contoured to the shape of her son's rod. Whimpering loudly as she felt her cream surging down her canal. She couldn't scream, something she so wanted, she couldn't alert anyone that she was riding her own son's cock.
Alex's thighs burned; her skin held a light sheen of sweat that coated it. Gently pushing Andrew onto his back. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders as she rocked her hips. Her folds gliding along that hard, thick pole of his. Making her mound realize what its missed.
"Come on baby, give me that prize," Alex huffed, noting the time. "I want to walk around the museum knowing that I have my son's, my lover's, cum deep inside of me. I want to feel it dripping onto my panties as I talk to Anta and Carla. Knowing how they would be jealous that I got you first. Such a naught boy you are, letting them paw at you in front of me. Knowing how I would have to keep my..." The smacking of their lips filled the room. "Hands," Alex panted, "to myself."
"My, I wonder whatever are you going to do," Andrew taunted as his hands held onto his mother's ass. Remembering all the times he's gotten his mother to purr.
"You're playing dirty," Alex said, in a wanton whisper as she felt her son slowly spreading her ass cheeks. She had purposely left the closet door open so Andrew could watch how his cock looked like as it disappeared into her love pocket.
"Guilty."
Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened; her bliss filled eyes closed slightly as she felt every inch of his cock pumping into her cunt. "Yes Andrew!" Her scream was muffled by her hand. "Ahaha... Yes, that's it, fuck your woman, she needs that hard cock," Alex whispered heatedly. Knowing her son was close, and as much as she wanted to ride him for the rest of the day and night, she needed to return to work. Claiming his lips, as she slammed down on that hard root as she felt Andrew's cum shooting deep into her womb. Giving her hips three slow rolls, her walls clamping down on his spent rod, milking every drop of his seed from those now empty balls.
"I know that look Andrew. I know it well enough after two weeks of our shouting matches. I still don't have a good answer for you. All I can say is that I was stupid, foolish, selfish, and have I mentioned stupid?!" Alex's eyes lustered as her smile lifted the corners of her lips.
"Say it again?"
"I'm stupid, okay."
"Again," Andrew said, the makings of a smirk began to form.
"Shall I wear a dunce cap too?"
"How does it feel being that and a professor?" Andrew asked, his eyes glinted in mischief. "Seems so contradictory given your title," he flirted. "Wow. Haven't seen that shade in a while," Andrew stated as his mother's face reddened rapidly, continuing his teasing flirt.
"Moving along," Alex muttered heatedly. Pulling her son with her to the next stage of the tour. She couldn't believe her son had just -- done that! -- and so blatantly too.
"And this is where the few items, we brought with us, will be," waving to look at the pictures in place of the artifacts, "they're in the back, we'll go there in a few minutes, let me show you the rest first," Alex said, gesturing to the third stage of the exhibit.
Alex didn't like the look in his eyes. She knew the moment he walked in what he was going to do when they got there during the grand opening. After all it was the only working projector displaying the wall in the temple site they had studied. Turning to look as the sound of footsteps approaching.
"I'm telling you... it wasn't like that Carla. The way the sarcophaguses were placed it was like they were trying to hide it without depriving him of his funerary items." Anta's voice echoed off the walls of the hall as she walked through the exhibit to greet her professor and the man that's taken her to new heights. "Here, take this piece of pottery we unearthed at Amkhakha temple. You see here his name was scratched out."
"Oh? Is that what you're calling that place now?" Andrew interrupted as Anta and Carla stood at the threshold of the room.
"Andrew!" Anta and Carla yelled in surprise.
Alex ignored how they shoved their tongues into his mouth as they explored her son's body. She envied them, yet Andrew was leaving with her, that was for sure.
"We didn't think you'd be coming," Carla said happily, brushing her hair behind her left ear.
"Tomorrow. You, me, my legs wrapped around you. You making me scream... you game?" Anta whispered in Arabic in Andrew's left ear. She knew he could understand that. He had gotten quite good at holding a conversation in it during the month she had been teaching it to him.
"Oh... I know the place," Andrew replied in kind.
"I hope you aren't excluding me?" Carla asked, batting her eyelashes at him as her fingers lightly danced up his chest.
"Oh?! I wouldn't dream of it," Andrew said, inputting his number into Anta's and Carla's phones. "Text me. Let me know ahead of time when you want to come over. I'll send the address later. I'll let William, he's the doorman, know to send you up."
"You have a doorman?" Anta asked, skeptically.
"Ever since I can remember," Andrew nodded. "Trust me, you'll love it," he said, stepping out of the way knowing they probably needed to speak with his mother.
Andrew pretended to be busy and studying the projector. Yet in reality he was tormenting them as he fluttered around like a moth.
"Andrew? Do be careful, that is expensive equipment, come stand here," Alex said, pointing at the spot in front of her. "That way I know you'll behave," she articulated the tones of her hunger whispering in his ear. "So have the two of you finished the design for the final room?" Alex inquired remembering the heated discussion during their flight.
"Sort of, we're still going over themes after we got the measurements of the room," Anta sighed, feeling her exhaustion clinging to her like lead weights.
"Hang in there girls, give me two and a half more hours then head back to your room," Alex, said motherly as she rubbed their backs.
"Yes Professor Sanders." Anta and Carla nodded their heads.
"Why don't the two of you go and set the items out for Andrew to study them. Not the scrolls, best to keep them where they are," Alex said, directing her students. Anta was a no brainer, she had been there as an eye witness, she could fill in the blanks of what it was like before swarms of teams tired to get in. Carla had won the ticket since she didn't want to have to deal with Abasi and his constant flirtations. It had started out small, while he wasn't coming out and saying it, it wasn't hard to put two and two together, and Bill? Well, out of all her students she trusted his eye to detail, just like Carla's. So she left him behind to catalog the pieces they hadn't gotten too before the news of the tour was announced. "Come along Andrew, we have one more stop to make before..." Alex smirked coyly before spinning on her heel. Her hips swayed seductively, her pants detailing the shape of her ass as it moved underneath the fabric.
"Go. We'll talk later," Anta said, lightly kissing him.
"I have something you might want to see," Carla purred into his ear. Giggling as Andrew jumped slightly as she gave his ass a little spank as she eased by him.
"Andrew?!" Alex called sweetly to him.
"I'm coming," Andrew retorted, smirking at his own pun knowing that was what was going to happen sometime soon.
Andrew watched how his mother moved around the room. Showing where and how she thought it would look once they could agree on the theme for it. Where Onouphrios's sarcophagus and body would be displayed in the center of the room.
"Forgotten." The word left his lips without any conscious thought.
"What was that Andrew?" Alex asked, looking at her son quizzically from the other side of the room. Genuinely concerned about what was happening to her son, yet at the same time curious to know anything else that he could tell her about those ancient times. She didn't have a clue what was happening to her son, nevertheless, she was going to be there for him.
"What?!" Andrew asked, snapping his head up out of his far off mind.
"You said: Forgotten. What did you mean by that?" Alex asked, stepping up to the other side of the raised platform that the sarcophagus was going to be placed on. That was when she noticed a look in her son's eyes that told her that her son wasn't the one looking at her.
"I am... was a Pharaoh," Onouphrios said, taking control of Andrew's body.
"Who are you?" Alex asked, in ancient Egyptian. Quickly getting her phone out and opening up her camera, pressing the record button. She wanted to document this.
"Pharaoh Onouphrios, son of Sneferu and Hetepheres," Onouphrios said, bowing slightly, pressing his closed right hand against his chest as he did. His eyes slyly running down the woman's body. While she didn't have the beauty of his mother, she was a stunning woman, nonetheless. The images of her body writhing in bliss flashed before his eyes. "At least he and I have something in common," Onouphrios chuckled to himself. All the while grimacing inwardly at the ring on his right index finger. Knowing he would have to over come it if he wanted to take Andrew's body from him. He was Pharaoh not this boy! He wasn't about to be subservient to him!
"Wait?! I thought Khufu was their..." Alex's voice stilled as she saw the hate in his eyes and the sneer on his lips.
"Khufu," Onouphrios spat. "Was not first born, I was. I am the true Pharaoh. Not that pretender! The cur turned my own son against me. Raised a revolt only to be killed by Khufu's hands. Khufu was too much of a coward to do the deed himself."
"Okay... why would Khufu do that?" Alex asked, hoping that her son was still in there as she looked at the man on the screen of her phone.
"Power, of course," Onouphrios rolled his eyes. "Khufu always loved that, just didn't have the..." searching Andrew's mind for the right word, "balls to gain it himself. There is also my mother," he said, thinking back to the days they would drift down the Nile to survey some temple or whatnot in his father's kingdom. He could still feel her hands on him as she held onto his arms as he thrust his manhood deep between her legs.
"What about your mother?" Alex asked, wondering what else she might discover.
"It was no secret that my father had trouble producing an heir. He was old, considering at the time, forty, as you know it was ancient in my time, and my mother was very young."
"Yes, its no secret that girls were married off young and were made to bear children at an equally early age," Alex nodded.
"So it came to no surprise that my mother would look to her son for what my father couldn't give. Then came along Khufu three years after I was born... yet Ankhhaf, Kanefer, Nefermaat, Netjeraperef are my children. Not my father's, although he might have suspected that... Have I truly been forgotten?" Alex tried not to shutter at how Onouphrios was looking at her. It was the same way Abasi looked at her, like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. While Andrew might have some anger in his eyes when he gazes upon her, yet she didn't feel cheap when she knew he was undressing her with his eyes. Then as suddenly as it all started, Alex noted how Andrew's expression changed and the confused look and tilted head as he looked into the camera.
"Mom? What are you doing?" Andrew asked, unaware that his past life had resurfaced.
"Oh, just taping the most interesting, and handsomest man that I know," Alex said, flashing her son a brilliant smile.
"Now I'm interesting huh? I guess I'll have to get mummified now," Andrew joked, referring to the time he had showed up at the dig site.
"Hush you!" Alex softly chuckled. "Come," holding out her hand to him, "let's go see the items we brought along," she said, pocketing her phone.
"Hey Andrew," Carla said dreamily, as her Professor led him into the room. Her fingers fidgeted with her gloves as she stared at an interesting spot on the floor. Her cheeks had a rosy tint to them as her eyes flickered up. Remembering the times she screamed out his name, how her fingernails tore at her bedsheets as his long, hard, fat cock surged through her cunt when he fucked her on her bed. To her pleading moans, the begging to never stop as he took her over and over again before he had to leave.
"Hiya!" Andrew said, in a chipper mood. His eyes ran down her brown hair, seeing the hidden desire in her green eyes. Moving down along her 36B breasts that sat beneath her white button down dress shirt. Feeling his manhood start to awaken as they lingered on her shapely hips as her black dress skirt hid what he sought from view.
"No hello for me," Anta pouted as she sauntered over to him. Draping her body along his left arm, allowing Andrew to feel every curve of her womanly body. Her ebony hair brushed along his arm. Her brown eyes burned in want as she looked up at him. She knew her 32As weren't anything to write home about, yet she knew her pussy was, at least it was for Andrew, since no one else could fill her up like he could.
"Hello me," Andrew said, with a smirk as he looked down at her.
"You know what I mean, smartass!" Anta giggled lightly slapping his chest.
"Girls?!"
"Coming Professor!" Anta and Carla said in unison.
"I know I will be," Anta purred, winking at Andrew before moving off to help Alex.
Andrew stood back as Carla carefully carried the foot long six inch wide gold, gem strewn box to the table while his mother and Anta unboxed the rest of the artifacts they had brought along. His eyes couldn't look away from it as he leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest. Something within him whispered in his mind that he knew that box. Knew that box very well -- Why? -- he hadn't a clue. Glancing to the right as Anta put a medium sized scarab statue on the table then to the left as his mother placed what he could only assume were Onouphrios's crook and flail. No. He didn't need to assume he knew they were. Yet the question remained: why were they in that tomb? Surely they would have been passed down to the next ruler. The other items they had unpacked weren't as interesting as the crook and flail and definitely that box. Those pieces were ornamental that served no true purpose.
"Andrew? What do you think of the items we brought along?" Alex asked, noting how her son's eyes barely flickered up and then down back to the box. Her white gloved fingers pressed down on the table as she studied her son.
"They're... interesting," Andrew stated.
"Just not compared to this one that you've been eyeing ever since Carla placed it on the table," Alex said, gesturing to the box. "Not much to say about it, its solid..."
"No it isn't," Andrew cut in.
"How do you know? There're no hinges, no trigger to open the lid if there ever was one. Just how do you know its not solid?" Alex asked, her archaeologist instincts were kicking in.
"Just like how I know where Nefertiti is buried," Andrew uttered with a shrug of his shoulders, "I just do."
"Really? You know where Nefertiti is buried?" Anta asked, skeptically.
"Yeah, you can't just say stuff like that, it makes you look," Carla said, leaning across the table. "Crazy."
"Alright, I'll bite," Alex muttered, reaching behind her back, and pulling out another pair of gloves for him. "If you can get this open without," holding up a finger, "harming it, then I'll listen to this Nefertiti business."
"Sure you will," Andrew said, under his breath. His blue-green eyes moved over the box. Noting the four small statues that sat on the corners. Ignoring how they gasped as he picked up the object. It wasn't like he was going to drop it. He just wanted to examine the statues better. Horus was to the left of him, then Isis going clockwise around the lid, Bast made up the third miniature statue, and Anubis rounded it out. Four nickel sized rubies sat at the edges of the lid, yet something told him that wasn't were they belonged.
"For documentation," Anta uttered quickly from behind her camera as Andrew looked over at her. "If there is something in there, we wouldn't want anyone claiming that it was all hoax. Now would we Professor Sanders?" she asked, panning the camera over to Alex.
"We most certainly wouldn't," Alex nodded agreement. "Please if you would continue," she gestured. Her eyes following the box as her son returned it to the table. Arching an eyebrow as her son took hold of the Horus figure.
"Relax, its okay," Andrew said reassuringly, as his mother's hand took hold of his.
"This is a priceless, over three-thousand-year-old, piece of history," Alex said worryingly, her chest heaved slightly. Knowing cost, and the negative press it would cause if even a single piece was broken.
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Andrew said, looking into his mother's eyes. "I think," he quickly added to himself. Watching how his mother reluctantly lifted her hand off his. Noting how all three of them reacted as a small click resounded in that quiet room as he turned Horus to gaze at the center of the box. Andrew repeated the same thing with the other three. Rolling his eyes at his mother's smirk as she tried to open it once Anubis looked at the center of the lib. Waving her off telling her he wasn't done. Shooting her an 'Aha!' look as he slowly and gently pushed that round nickel sized ruby closest to him toward the center. Shooting Alex a taunting smirk as his mother rolled her eyes. Again, repeating the process this time in a counterclockwise movement.
"Andrew, I think... you should let me open it," Alex said, in a nervous and excited voice.
"Sure. I can't do everything around here," Andrew teased as he backed away.
"Come closer Anta, I want to capture every moment," Alex said, waving her undergraduate over to her while ignoring her son's statement.
"Yes Professor." Quickly moving in front of Andrew, smirking as she peered over her shoulder. Giving her ass a little shake as her blue jeans detailed her round, firm backside. Biting her lip as Andrew cupped his manhood, knowing that tomorrow was going to be so blissful.
"I'm slowly lifting the lid off now," Alex stated detailing her every movement.
"Turn the lid over," Andrew said, from behind Anta.
"The one blessed by the gods," Alex spoke loudly for the camera, then showed the camera the hieroglyphics that were cut into the metal. All three of them looked to Andrew wondering how he knew that was even there who just shrugged. "Moving on... oh my! Carla quickly we need pictures of this!" Alex ordered her head turned quickly to her other assistant.
"Professor isn't that...?" Anta peeked around her camera her eyes ran along the black, polished ten inch stone. To her it looked like a seal stone where they would imprint their name on wet clay or wax.
"I think so too," Alex agreed as the shutter of the camera flared off as Carla snapped off a few pictures.
"It looks like something else is inside there," Carla said, as she lowered the camera. Again, all three of them looked to Andrew who equally didn't have a clue.
"We'll get to that in a minute," Alex stated keeping her excitement from her voice while maintaining her professional mindset. Her sky-blue eyes moved down the statue of Bast, her eyes flickering over to her son as the stone looked like onyx. Remembering how that hidden room that Andrew had fallen into was built out of the same stone. "A Seal? Just look at it," Alex said in awe, "just look at those hieroglyphs," holding out the base at both cameras. "Andrew come here, since you're the one that found this, maybe you could judge the age of this item."
"Tell me Mr. McCain, doesn't this resemble something like the Bast statue back at Amkhakha?" Alex asked, holding it in her gloved hands. Her eyes running along her son's face as he studied the seal.
"Yeah, definitely Old Kingdom."
"And please if you would Mr. McCain, state for the record as to why you think this is that old," Alex said, shooting her students a look that told them to watch.
"The head is more 'lion' than 'house cat', has the same 'off to war' feel like the one in Amkhakha. That has to be the weirdest sex cult ever," Andrew mused aloud. "You do realize Bast is a sex and war goddess. Just think how weird those orgies had to be," he said, as he noted Anta's and Carla's questioning and confused looks, and his mother's bemused smile.
"How do you even know this?" Anta asked, assertively.
"You have met my mother, right?" Andrew retorted with a cocked eyebrow. "I was raised on this... So what's that?" he asked, his chin nodded towards the item that had been hidden under the Seal.
"Carla, Anta." Alex waved her students closer. "Just look at that sapphire."
Andrew arched an eyebrow when the light struck the surface. It felt like it was calling to him. Why it felt like he knew what it was like to run his fingers along those four fine silver chains that were held together by the gold clasp. Knew intimately what those hieroglyphs felt like as his fingertips moved along the gold housing of the sapphire.
"Does it say who it belonged too?" Andrew asked, a little afraid to find out that answer.
"No, not on the surface," Alex said, as her eyes quickly moved over it. Turning it over in her hand, gasping loudly as she stared at the hieroglyphs of Hetepheres's name. Her eyes fell on Andrew, knowing now she had physical proof what he spoke was true, why else would Hetepheres place it in there if she wasn't his mother?
"Hey! I remember that name, isn't she on display in Cairo?" Carla said excitedly, as she peered up from the screen of her camera.
"So do I, but what relationship does she have to Onouphrios?" Anta said, in that very astute voice of hers.
"Mother... maybe," Alex mused, while studying her son. "Alright Andrew, go on, tell us where Nefertiti is buried."
"Secret room in Tut's tomb," Andrew said, matter-of-factly. "She was, after all, the power behind the throne."
"You're assuming," Anta huffed.
"Twenty bucks and a kiss says I know exactly where she is," Andrew said, with a cocky grin as he held out his hand.
"This kiss, can it be anywhere?" Anta asked, her tongue flicking against her teeth.
"Sure."
"Deal," reaching out taking hold of his hand, "you better pay up, I want a very, very, very long kiss on my little peach," Anta purred.
"You better be inviting me along, you certainly can't go dashing into the Valley of Kings without me," Alex said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"We'll see."
Andrew gently rubbed his temple at how brain tired he was as his mother snuggled up to him as they rode up the elevator to her hotel room. He had watched as his mother attacked the stack of ribs at lunch. He couldn't stop himself from reacting as his mother sensuously sucked the sauce from her fingers. Those hungry sky-blue eyes burned libidinously as she teased the bone with her tongue. Andrew had to look quickly around making sure they weren't drawing any attention.
His hand slipped into his right pocket, his thumb running along the material of his mother's bra she had taken off at the restaurant. He had felt his cock flexing every time she so elegantly ate her apple pie á la mode. The way her lips wrapped the spoon as the metal glided along them. Still, those eyes would always find their way back to him. Silently telling him what was going to happen as she fucked him with her eyes.
"Come Andrew," Alex cooed as her hands tugged his leading him out of the cab and towards the door to her room.
Alex knelt over her son's lap as he sat on the foot of her bed. Her forehead pressed against his. Her eyes stared into his, her fingertips caressed her son's cheeks. Her lips gently plucked at his, her panty covered labia delicately glided along her son's hard bulge.
"You made it very hard Andrew," Alex said, in a heated pout.
"Oh?" Andrew smirked as his hands held onto his mother's ass.
"Mmmhmm," Alex hummed feeling her son's fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt. Gooseflesh raced up her skin, her thighs trembled as her clit brushed against his bulge. Releasing a shuddering gasp as she tilted her head back as her son's hands cradled her orbs. "Yes Andrew, I've missed you so much. You teasing me all day, driving me mad to the point of stripping out of my pants, bending over and saying: Fuck me!" Alex said, in a forceful, lust filled purr as she stared demonically at her son. Her tongue curled out tasting the lips of the man that made love to her. Her hips rocked faster as she dry humped her son. Right now she needed his cock. She needed to feel him back within the depths of her womanhood. Her eyes locked onto his, the conflagration of her willingness danced in the depths of her pupils,. The wickedness of those flames flared as her fingers slowly lowered Andrew's zipper.
"Andrew," Alex panted heatedly as her hand held his cock against her mon Venus. Her shirt was draped open, offering Andrew passage into her temple. Running her hand down his shaft as her hips rolled. Her hand pressed against the back of Andrew's head, pressing her forehead against his, making him see the fires, he lights in her soul. Her breath danced in shuddering waves against his lips as her clit rolled along her son's length.
"Yeah. Did you find something you wanted?"
"Mmmhmm," Alex purred as she rose to her knees. Drawing his gaze down, her fingers eased the satin fabric to the side as she lined up her son with the entrance of her garden. "Watch baby, watch as mama fucks you," she pleaded as her velvet tunnel parted allowing his rod of man entrance to her hot, lush valley. Alex loved the feel of her body underneath her son's hands as those delicious waves started to build. Biting his lip as Andrew began to match her rhythm. Holding her son's head against her left breast as his lips pressed softly and tightly around her areola. His tongue teased her nipple as her labia contoured to the shape of her son's rod. Whimpering loudly as she felt her cream surging down her canal. She couldn't scream, something she so wanted, she couldn't alert anyone that she was riding her own son's cock.
Alex's thighs burned; her skin held a light sheen of sweat that coated it. Gently pushing Andrew onto his back. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders as she rocked her hips. Her folds gliding along that hard, thick pole of his. Making her mound realize what its missed.
"Come on baby, give me that prize," Alex huffed, noting the time. "I want to walk around the museum knowing that I have my son's, my lover's, cum deep inside of me. I want to feel it dripping onto my panties as I talk to Anta and Carla. Knowing how they would be jealous that I got you first. Such a naught boy you are, letting them paw at you in front of me. Knowing how I would have to keep my..." The smacking of their lips filled the room. "Hands," Alex panted, "to myself."
"My, I wonder whatever are you going to do," Andrew taunted as his hands held onto his mother's ass. Remembering all the times he's gotten his mother to purr.
"You're playing dirty," Alex said, in a wanton whisper as she felt her son slowly spreading her ass cheeks. She had purposely left the closet door open so Andrew could watch how his cock looked like as it disappeared into her love pocket.
"Guilty."
Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened; her bliss filled eyes closed slightly as she felt every inch of his cock pumping into her cunt. "Yes Andrew!" Her scream was muffled by her hand. "Ahaha... Yes, that's it, fuck your woman, she needs that hard cock," Alex whispered heatedly. Knowing her son was close, and as much as she wanted to ride him for the rest of the day and night, she needed to return to work. Claiming his lips, as she slammed down on that hard root as she felt Andrew's cum shooting deep into her womb. Giving her hips three slow rolls, her walls clamping down on his spent rod, milking every drop of his seed from those now empty balls.
