Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

Wilma was walking down the sidewalk having stopped over at the store three blocks from her daily walk from work. Its why she liked working as a kindergarten teacher, she got off two hours before her peers. This way she could keep her figure, and splurge on the little habit she's grown fond of. Biting her lip at how her little peach throbbed, still feeling her stepson within her. She couldn't sleep with Andrew too often; Wilma didn't want to be stretched out to where Julian couldn't get any pleasure out of her. Then she would be failing in her wifely duties. Not something she was going to neglect, however, that didn't mean she wouldn't have her stepson's cock in her mouth every chance she got; biting her lip, recounting the times Andrew tasted her quivering mound as she swallowed his rod. Wilma was frozen in her tracks at the sight of her stepson. She didn't think he would be back so soon. Then her eyes fell upon the woman who was hugging him.

"What is she doing here?!" Wilma growled in her mind. She was not enjoying how that woman had her hands on her darling stepson. "Andy!" she called out, waving to him as he turned to look at her.

"Hey, Mom," Andrew called back, hearing his mother huff in annoyance, which only caused a smirk to form on his lips at the sound of it.

"Why do you let her call you Andy and not me?" Alexandria (preferring to go by the name of Alex instead), pouted as she crossed her arms.

"Because for the past three years she's been my Mom," Andrew said, plainly.

"I didn't think you'd be back so soon?!" Wilma said, as she wrapped her stepson in a warm hug. Shooing Alex off with the wave of her hand behind Andrew's back. Enjoying the look in her eyes as she had her hands all over her son. "I hope you haven't had lunch yet? I stopped by that little shop you love and picked us up something, I just didn't think you'd be home this soon," Wilma said bashfully, brushing her hair behind her ear as she pulled away from him.

"Sweet! I love that place," Andrew said, the sound of his rumbling stomach caused both women to giggle.

"I should get back to the museum," Alex said sadly, hating leaving her son in the hands of Julián's new wife. "We have a lot to catalog and get ready for the grand opening," she said, stepping up to her son. Peering out the corner of her eye as she brought her son -- her son -- into a warm hug; letting Andrew feel the breasts he had sucked on just thirty minutes ago pancake against his chest, her rock hard nipples digging into his pectorals. Nuzzling his neck silently telling that woman her son belonged to her, and she wasn't giving her son up without a fight. Her breath hot in his ear as she began to pull away. Her lips danced along her son's cheek, enjoying how that woman's eye was twitching as her lips lingered on Andrew's right cheek. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning," Alex said lovingly, as she held her son's face in her hands. Wishing they were back at her apartment in Cairo where she didn't have to hide her affection for her baby from the world.

"Okay... Mom," Andrew said, noting how her sky-blue eyes lustered as her thumbs brushed along his cheeks as the word left his lips.

"Come Andy, let the good Doctor go play with her bags of bones," Wilma said, casting an evil glance at Alex as she looped her arm around Andrew's right. Firing off her opening salvo in their war to win Andrew's attention.

"It must be very stimulating for you to be in charge of like minded peers," Alex shot back. "Andy?" Smirking at Wilma's hateful look, knowing that she was the very first one to call her boy by that name.

"Hmm?" Andrew hummed watching the invisible sparks fly between the two of them.

"Do you remember when you were five we made a little song about your name so you could spell it all on your own?" Alex asked, as she stood in profile to him. Hoping that his eyes were undressing her, not that he didn't already know that underneath her clothing she wore nothing.

"No." Drawing out the word as Andrew scratched the back of his head. "Wait... you mean where you showed me how to write it in hieroglyphs?" he asked, as his mother nodded.

"You will always be my baby Andy; don't you fall for that woman. She can't give you what I can, now can she?" Alex asked cocking out her left hip at him, speaking in ancient Egyptian, so very pleased that they had their own form of communication. "We both know you love being with me. You love how my pussy wraps around that hard cock of yours. Don't bother denying it because you know it's true. Tomorrow, when we're done, I'm going show you just what that woman will never do for you. Bye sweetheart, I'll call you later tonight," she said, as she climbed into her waiting car.

Wilma was fuming as the two of them spoke in a language that she couldn't understand. How she hated it! Still, that woman was leaving and she had Andrew all to herself. Doing things to him that she would never dream of doing. That cock of his would never leave his doting mother, now would it?

"Come Andy, let's have lunch and you can tell me all about your trip to the museum," Wilma said, as she smiled a friendly smile at their doorman as she and Andrew ambled over to the elevators.

"So tell me Andy, just what is this grand opening going to be about?" Wilma asked, her grey eyes peered over the rim of her glasses, her fork plunged into her salad as Andrew chewed on a bite of his greasy burger.

"They're going to show off what was found at the temple and what was in the tomb I rediscovered," Andrew said after swallowing, then munching on a fry he closed his eyes, enjoying the tastes of home.

"Nothing beats home does it Andy?" Wilma stated in a sultry tone as she reached across the table. Her hand covered his, her thumb softly brushed the back of his hand.

"It sure doesn't, you can't get this in Egypt," Andrew sighed, shooting his stepmother a coy smirk.

"You know what else you can't get in Egypt?" Wilma purred lustfully as she rose from her seat. Her ankle length skirt brushed against her legs as she walked around the table. Her light blue silk blouse didn't do a lot to show off her alluring body, then again, she did teach kindergarten. Parents weren't very pleased if she dressed like a slut around their children. Plus, she had all the men she would ever need, so she didn't need to dress to impress the few hot guys who worked at her school. They couldn't compare to her Julián or her sweet, hung son. "Egypt doesn't have me there," Wilma cooed as she gently caressed his face. Her soft, velvety lips captured his, tasting the lingering salt from his fries. "I'm your mother now Andy, I'm going to take very good care of you," she said, her eyes gazing into his, wondering why that pomegranate scent was always around him.

Watching how his eyes followed her as she sank to her knees. "I bet she won't do this for you, will she Andrew?" Wilma asked, as her fingers lowered the zipper of his pants. "She won't make sure this big, hard, fat cock is taken care of, will she Andy?" she inquired, staring intently into his eyes as her hand stroked his rod. Feeling her mound moistening as it grew in her hand. "You want your mother to suck this cock, say it Andy, tell me how much you want my lips wrapped around this thick root!" Wilma purred hungrily.

"It's one of my dreams to feel my cock gliding through your mouth. Watching you swallow every drop of my cum..." Andrew sucked in a breath as Wilma engulfed his cock.

Those grey eyes of hers gazing up at him as her lips glided along his ten and a half inch shaft. The sound of her tongue working her saliva around his rod resounded in their kitchen as her head rocked along it as her hand worked in time with her bobs. Her tongue moved up the back of his cock, her eyes never leaving his. Swirling her tongue around his crown loving how his pre-cum tasted. How she just wanted to sit on it yet, she needed time to regain her tightness from the fucking Andrew had given her the day before. Still, that didn't mean she didn't love the taste of her stepson's cock in her mouth. Her hand squeezed out all his tasty cum as it flooded her mouth. Her hunger burned in her eyes as she teased that crown of his. Sucking on it to get out every last drop of his cum. Wilma was not about to let any of it go to waste. Andrew's cum belonged either in her mouth or deep in her cunt.

"Now Egypt can't give you that, can it?" Wilma cooed lovingly, smacking his deflating cock against her lips before returning it to his pants.

"N-No it can't," Andrew panted as he came down from his orgasm.

"Good. I want you here with us, always Andy," Wilma said, knowing if he left she would be missing out on that fat cock of his.

Andrew remained silent unsure if he should tell her about how he had been asked to travel with the exhibit and then go back to the dig at the temple. He didn't even know how he was going to tell his own father about it. He knew his father wouldn't be too pleased knowing he would be leaving -- if he decided to go -- in less than a month. He also knew they wouldn't be able to come with him given their jobs.

"Think about it okay Andy, or maybe we can get the neighbors to move out and you can buy the place if you want your own," Wilma said, her hands gently rubbing Andrew's thighs. She would do, and be, anything for him. She knew Julián would soon get too old to please her as his wife; she couldn't blame him for that he was after all nearly fifteen years older than she was. She didn't want to live out her forties sexless. Not that she would leave Julián because of it. It would, however, put a very big strain on their marriage and she wasn't about to lose him, or Andrew. So she planned on making sure that she became a very big part of Andrew's life. Plus, with the three hundred million sitting in his bank account she knew Andrew was already set for life, and if she played her cards right, hers too. Its why she had stopped taking her birth control pills. Not to trap Julián or Andrew, whichever -- she hoped it was Andrew -- one got her pregnant. That way only she would know who the real father was and, if she timed it right, it would be Andrew, so their child could be taken care of by both of the men in her life. Her head turned as she heard her phone ring within her purse. "Give me a sec, okay?" Wilma cooed, winking at Andrew as she rose.

"Hey baby!" Wilma said excitedly, into the phone. "Yes, he got home just when I did," she stated, "Andy says hi." Blowing him a kiss before walking out the room. "What?! Tonight?! I don't know Julián; I mean didn't we just go to one of those functions like a couple nights ago. Where you complained about how dull the people were?"

"I know honey, but I'm trying to see if we can land the contract with the museum to promote Andrew's find. Just think of the fame this will bring him?!" Julián said, with a smile in his voice.

"Since you put it that way, I'll be there for Andy's sake. So you best keep those old vultures from pawing at me like they were the last time," Wilma teased.

"Oh, I'll make sure you're kept nice and close to me," Julián whispered in a seductive tone.

Moving into their bedroom, although true she did sleep with both of them, some things were only meant to be heard by her husband. "Does that mean, you'll take me up to your office again and fuck me like a dirty, little, slutty whore?" Wilma purred, reaching down gently rubbing her moist little peach.

"Mmmhmm."

"Are you going to stick that tongue deep inside my hot, wet pussy as I writhe on your desk as the lights of New York bathe my body," Wilma panted as she rubbed her panty clad mound.

"You know it baby." Wilma bit her lip at her husband's sultry tone. How she loved it when he would take her up to his office and fuck her on that desk of his. To make her bask in the power he had within his company.

"When do you want me there? Do I have time to run to the salon?" Wilma asked, as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

"7, you think that will be enough time?"

"I think I can swing it on such short notice," Wilma said, teasing her husband. "But what about Andy, he'll be home all by himself?"

"Honey, that boy can take care of himself for a few hours. Andrew got quite good at it before and after I met you."

"You sure, it just feels wrong leaving him all alone when you and I are enjoying our night out? I just want to be a good mom to him," Wilma said, allowing some of her fear to leak through.

"Honey, have you seen my son smile when you come into the room? The way he looks at you like a mom? You are doing fine sweetheart." Wilma could hear the smile in her husband's voice. She too felt her lips lifting at his words.

"Okay, if I want to look my best then I best head out," Wilma said, noting the time.

"Alright. I'll see you when you get here, tell Andrew I love him, and to order a pizza if he gets hungry. He can afford it!" Wilma laughed along with her husband, she and Julián were still so flabbergasted at how rich Andrew had became over a week ago.

"Okay honey, let me tell Andy where I'm going and call the salon to see if they can fit me in. Then I'll rush my tight, little ass all the way over there," Wilma purred.

"I can't wait."

"Andy?!" Wilma called out to him once she left her bedroom after changing into the dress she was going to wear that night so she didn't have to rush home to change. "Me and your dad won't be home until late." Feeling her mound throb as Andrew looked over at her from his position on the couch. His hand hung in the air as he was in the middle of channel surfing. Watching how his eyes moved down her sexy black dress.

"You sure you're going to be back late tonight?" Andrew asked, with a sly smirk.

"Do you like it?" Wilma inquired, doing a slow spin for him. Her cheeks heated as she heard his whistle.

"Mmmhmm."

Biting her lip as she noted the bulge in his pants, wishing she had time to properly take care of it for him; yet she would miss her appointment if she did that as much as it pained her to not be tasting his cock right then. "Now you behave while we're gone, no raging parties while we're out, or you can clean the mess," Wilma said, in a teasing manner as she wagged her finger at him. How it warmed her heart seeing his smile reaching his eyes.

"Yes Mom," Andrew uttered, feigning a groan.

"That's right Andy, I am your mother," Wilma said, in a seductive tone as she walked along the back of the couch. Remembering how she rode that cock of his on it. Recounting how full she felt as their cocks stuffed her to the brim. Passionately kissing her stepson, she couldn't wait until Thursday. That was when she'd be ready to take him again. "I bet she won't do that for you," Wilma whispered as her lips pulled away.

Andrew remained silent about what he and his mother had done, and probably will continue to do. He knew no one would understand. Sure he and his father had one threesome, yet it wasn't like they were fucking each other like he and his mother were. Plus, he had a suspicion that his father still had some... if not lingering, feelings left for his mother. After all, they were together for fifteen years, five with just them alone before Andrew came along. Then his mother leaving to follow her dream, which broke his father to pieces.

"Don't stay up too late Andy, okay?" Wilma cooed lovingly, wondering why he wasn't answering her. Was she trying too hard to earn his love as his mother? Was her frustration at his real mother getting in the way of things? Should she tone that down while she was in town? She rightly didn't know. She's never been a parent before, she just didn't want to hurt him, or say or do the wrong thing.

"Be careful, okay? A hot little woman like you... mmm... makes a man's mind think of naughty things to do to you," Andrew said, his thumb brushed along Wilma's right cheek.

"I will Andy," Wilma whispered nuzzling the palm of his hand. "Don't wait up!" she called out as the front door closed behind her.

"I thought she'd never leave!" Andrew leapt from his seat as an alien voice surrounded him. Shielding his eyes as a blinding light filled the living room. Peering through the gaps of his fingers, his eyes ran up the god's bronze tanned legs. The pleated shendyt stopped just a few inches above the knee, a solid gold belt was wrapped around his waist with a waxing and waning moon as a buckle. His chest was thin, yet Andrew could feel the power emanating from his body as his eyes moved upward. Noting the two foot thick book tucked beneath his left arm. Arching an eyebrow as the being had the head of an Ibis, although, if Andrew looked closely, he could have sworn it was the head of a baboon.

"Thoth." The name was whispered in his mind.

"Hush you!" Thoth snapped; his golden eyes flared banishing Onouphrios back to the depths of Andrew's soul. "I warn you young Pharaoh, Onouphrios isn't to be trusted. Take what he shows you with a grain of salt. Onouphrios only wants what you have."

"What's that?" Andrew asked, lowering his hand.

"You're alive, and he is not." Andrew got a feeling Thoth was looking at him like an idiot for not even thinking about that. "You must learn how to use the power of the Pharaoh, or those before you shall try to wrestle your body away from you. I'm sure you've felt someone," those golden eyes gazed at him, "trying to rip you out of your body," Thoth said, with a glare.

Andrew took a dry swallow, remembering that very feeling at the museum. Looking down at the ring on his right hand, recounting how it had banished whatever it was at the time. "Okay... Isis said something about you helping me... learning how to use this?" Andrew said, holding up his right hand.

"I can," Thoth nodded, "I am after all the god of magic and wisdom."

"So... I'm like magic or something?" Andrew didn't like how Thoth's beak dropped open and something he could only assume was laughter emanated from his mouth.

"No... however, you do have the power of every Pharaoh that's come before you at your beck and call," Thoth said, in a teacherly voice. "That includes all their knowledge as well."

"So... the reason I knew where Nefertiti's tomb is, is because she was actually the Pharaoh?" Andrew asked, trying to wrap his mind around it all. Pinching the bridge of his nose when Thoth nodded. This was so not what he thought his life would be like.

"Shall we get started young Pharaoh?"

"Might as well," Andrew sighed.

"Excellent." Andrew had no idea why he got a little unnerved by that single word. Watching Thoth as he brought that strange book before him, the pages of that odd tome rustled as it opened on its own. A twinge of fear crept up his spine as the book began to float in the air. "Come along now young Pharaoh, knowledge awaits," Thoth said, spinning the book around.

"What the...?!" Andrew muttered as he watched as his body was pulled apart like grains from a pile of sand.

"Damn that foolish Merenptah?!"

"Wait?! Is that me?!" Andrew asked himself as he looked upon the rippling image of an old man staring up at him as he stood at the edge of the barge as they sailed up the Nile.

Feeling his head turning to the left and the stern nod. Watching his men (what Andrew perceived as his men), tossing over an offering to Sobek as they cruised through the waters of the Delta. Knowing if his great-grandfather had been stronger after Rameses II's death then the foolish priest wouldn't have risen up against him; and he, Psusennes, wouldn't have been exiled to the Lower Kingdom. He should be ruling from Thebes like the Pharaoh's of old not from Tanis (He had renamed the city once he moved Pi-Ramesses to its current location.)

How his body ached like mad. He knew his time was nearing its end. "Captain, set sail for Matrouh Governorate," Psusennes ordered. Hobbling over to his carrier to rest his tired body.

Andrew wondered why Thoth tossed him into this and how to get out of it. Staring down at his old wrinkly body, noting how richly adorned he was, given how the Delta wasn't as prosperous as Upper Egypt was at the time. Looking up his eyes taking in the surroundings. Peering with longing at the pyramids in the far distance. Remembering the days of yesteryear. Recounting his time as Menes, the rising of Egypt, and to the last days of Egypt.

"Psusennes?! Psusennes?! Where have I heard that name before?" Andrew muttered to himself. Running his hand through his hair when Andrew couldn't place the name.

"Well, it seems the priests of the Upper Nile have sent us a better offering to Sobek," Psusennes stated. Andrew heard the chuckling of the men behind him as he stood at the bow of the barge. Then Andrew felt something, something that he himself has felt before. Peering through those old eyes as the ring on Psusennes' right hand began to glow in a purple light. Feeling how the power of the Pharaoh flowed through Psusennes's old weary body. Feeling the years, the knowledge, the power that all the Pharaoh's had yielded, surging through his broken body as Psusennes stared down the approaching ship.

Did they not know the Nile belonged to him along with everything it touched?! A cruel smile formed on his lips as Psusennes raised his arms. Moving the waters of the Nile out from beneath the barge of the Upper Kingdom's soldiers. Hearing the keel of the ship splintering as it struck the bottom of the Nile.

"Sobek! I present to you your grand offering!" Psusennes shouted to the Heavens before bringing the crushing waves of the Nile down upon the heads of those screaming men. If Andrew looked closely, which he did, given how Psusennes was staring into the wall of water, he could make out the shadowy figure swimming within the depths of the Nile. Andrew tried not to listen at the men's cries as they were munched on and drown by the Nile waters. Even though Andrew felt the power flowing through him, it still felt like something was off. Something that Psusennes was missing.

"That's because Psusennes wasn't the true Pharaoh. Sure, he had the title but he knew not what being Pharaoh truly meant." Thoth spoke. His voice rained down from the Heavens. "He was just good at using the power of the Pharaoh that is all."

"Not the true Pharaoh?! What did Thoth mean by that?" Andrew muttered to himself.

"When Pepi I died, the blood line which had reined since the time of Menes (Narmer), would have been snuffed out, if we gods had not acted; spiriting away the last child who survived the chaos that came after the rein of Pepi. Then you, young Pharaoh would not be here to this day," Thoth said, in a teacherly voice.

Andrew's mind throbbed as images danced before it. Showing him the long line of the descendants of Pepi II that survived clustered away. That was until one image snapped him out of his reverie. The image of his mother!

"Yes Pharaoh, just like how Atum created the universe and everything in-between. Your mother created you, and through you Ma'at shall once again be balanced as your forefathers have done before you."

"No way!" Andrew shouted.

"It's true, young Pharaoh. You are the last blood relative of Pepi II to take the throne of Egypt."

"This is just insane!" Andrew yelled out throwing his arms into the air, not caring if the memory or whatever Thoth had tossed him into was disrupted. "There's just no way! The sheer amount of years, the maneuvering of people, of my parents, just to get me?! Preposterous!"

"I see. You do not believe my words."

"No shit! You're going to have to get up earlier than that to fool me?!" Andrew shouted at Thoth. Granted probably not the wisest thing to do, to scream at a god. Yet Andrew was incensed, angry that the gods thought they could play around with his life, with his mother's life... "Wait. Were they the ones who made my parents break up?! Were they the cause of my mother fleeing to Egypt?!" Andrew asked himself as he begun to pace the deck. "Was it their plan to get me to Egypt in the first place?!"

"Prepare yourself Pharaoh!" Was the only warning that Thoth gave before a magical construct of Apep shot out of the waters of the Nile.

Andrew was so pissed off at that moment he failed to realize that he had unwittingly called forth the power of the Pharaoh. It wasn't until the golden heads of his flail crushing the skull cap of the magically formed snake that he took notice of the weapon in his left hand.

"You see?! That proves you are the true rightful ruler of Egypt, young Pharaoh. For only those of the blood may summon the very Crook and Flail of Atum!"

Andrew examined both items closely. Noting how the golden surface of the Flail and Crook seemed to bubble and fluctuate. "How do I send them back?!" Andrew shouted worryingly as the heat began to bake his skin. Jumping back when the items disappeared on their own. All the while his Egyptian name was scrolling past his eyes.

Thanks to his mother he knew precisely what those hieroglyphs meant. Touched by the Gods! Shaking his head to dislodge all this weirdness. There just couldn't be any way that he, Andrew McCain, was the direct descent of Pepi the II. Yet deep down he knew it was the truth and he was Pharaoh. Running his hand down his face knowing his mother was going to have a field day with this.

"Thoth?!"

"Yes Pharaoh?"

"You said something about the other past Pharaohs will try to usurp my body," Andrew stated looking up at the sky. Swearing he could see the letters of Thoth's book upon it.

"That is true, they will, until you make it known that you... are... Pharaoh."

"Then teach me how not to let that happen?!" Andrew barked. If he was to be this... Pharaoh, of no land, then he wasn't about to be taken over by some ghost!

"Very well, now it seems we are getting somewhere?!"

"Andy?! Andy?! Wake up," Wilma said worryingly, as she shook her stepson awake. When they had gotten home late last night nothing she did would stir him, and she so wanted another hot load from him before she turned in for the night. However, now as she stood in her clothes she wore to teach in, she longed to climb into his bed and awaken her son like only a mother can.

"Uh... what's...?!" Andrew woke groggily as the sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom. Wondering how he got into his bed and undressed for that matter. All he could remember was descending into some tunnels in northern part of the Qattara Depression where the salt was high and the moisture was low. Andrew pondered if his mother knew about this. Doubtful.

"Shh," Wilma cooed sweetly as she stroked his hair. "You were pretty much out of it last night. Nothing I did could wake you, even teasing you," she said, with a coy smile.

"I can go for a little teasing," Andrew retorted matching her smile.

"Alas I cannot, woe is me," Wilma said, playing up the role. "I have minds to mold and yours is turning to mush?!"

"Is not?!"

"Is too!" Wilma giggled as her nails tickled Andrew's stomach. "Make sure you eat breakfast before you leave for the museum, okay?"

"Yes Mom," Andrew said, teasingly.

"Don't you sass me, or I won't let you have any of your mother's pussy," Wilma purred before passionately kissing her stepson.

"I'll be good I swear!" Andrew said, in a cute child-like voice.

"There you are?!" Julián said, as he appeared in his son's doorway. "Morning son," he said, smiling warmly at his boy.

"Hey Dad," Andrew yawned as he stretched.

"You might want to get dressed Andrew, William just called up he said your mother's car just arrived. I'd like to get out of here before she gets here," Julián said, gesturing for Wilma to join him.

"Right," Wilma nodded. "Now you have a good day Andy," she said lovingly, patting Andrew's stomach.

"Andrew?! Why aren't you dressed?" Alex asked, in a disapproving motherly voice. Feeling her skin heat as her eyes ran down her son's body as Andrew stood in only his underwear.

"Just woke up, it was either this or have you wait out here while I take a shower," Andrew said, watching how his mother bit her lip as he pulled back the flap of his boxers. "So... I take it you want to wait out here then?" he asked, as he began to close the door.

"I didn't say that Andy," Alex said bashfully, her hand rested on the door. Blushing hard at her son's cocky smirk.

"Want to come in?" Andrew asked, nodding to the interior.

"Julián and his new wife aren't here are they?" Alex inquired trying not to scowl. She didn't want to hurt her son's relationship with his father or Julián's new wife. However much, she loathed to see that woman's hands on her son's body.

"No, just me," Andrew stated as he noted how his mother's eyes darted over his shoulder then back down to his fly.

"Then I'd love to... honey," Alex said shyly. Brushing strands of her dark red hair behind her ear as her eyes glanced to the floor. Slipping into her former home, memories of the past flashed before her eyes. Her index finger beckoned her son to her as she leaned against the door. "This is what I miss the most since you've been gone," Alex whispered as her lips left his. "I don't know what I'm going to do until Cairo if you don't come with me to London." Andrew smirked as his mother whimpered as he lightly ran his hand along the curvature of his mother's ass. "Andrew, you know what that does to me," she said, seductively biting her lip as she gazed at her son.

"I... do," Andrew whispered in a deep sinful tone.

"Go on, take a shower, we'll stop and pick something up." Panting heavily as she ground her hot peach against Andrew's hand.

"Okay, McGriddles?" Andrew asked, arching an eyebrow. Watching how his mother's eyes fluttered as his fingers gently brushed along her clit as she nodded. "While I have my shower you can tell me what you know about Pharaoh Psusennes," he said, over his shoulder as he walked towards his room.

"The Silver Pharaoh?!" Alex said, in shocked surprise.

"Yeah, that would be what they called him," Andrew said, with an amused look in his eye. "It does have a nice ring to it," he said to himself.

"Okay, what's your sudden interest in Psusennes?" Alex asked, quickly catching up to her son.

"I know he was near the end of Egypt's dying days. Just what kind of power did those Pharaohs of Lower Egypt have? Also any suggestions on books about the Egyptian gods?"

Alex leaned against the doorframe listening to her son speaking through the gap in the door. She knew if she went in they wouldn't leave for hours. While she knew that would be so enjoyable, she couldn't. She knew Julián couldn't find out about them. So she had to control herself until they were in her hotel room. There she would lavish her boy with the body that is solely his.

"Andrew... while I'm pleased with your curious interest in ancient Egypt. Something tells me this surely isn't merely about a simple study of an ancient culture," Alex said, resting her head against the door as she listened as Andrew turned his shower on. "But to answer your question I don't know much about Psusennes. The Third Intermediate Period isn't my era of study. But like all my peers we know Psusennes was one of the few Pharaoh's of that time that could rival King Tutankhamun with the amount of wealth they found in his tomb. But that was a dark time before Egypt's end."

"Hey, question, do you use satellite maps to scout out a dig?" Andrew asked, opening the door.

"Yes..." Her words stilled as her son's rod rose to greet her. Alex couldn't understand why that pomegranate smell was always stronger when her son was aroused.

"Could you get like a couple of pictures of the Qattara Depression along the northern rim?" Andrew asked, a sly grin formed on his face at the way his mother smacked her lips as she stared at his rod.

"Have you...?!" Her sky-blue eyes asked that silent question as she glanced up at her son. Her hunger flared in her eyes when Andrew shook his head. Nodding her head when Andrew mouthed 'You want this?' as he stroked his rod. Shaking her ass for her son as she walked towards his bed. "Come Andrew, let you mother take care of that big, hard cock of yours," Alex purred as she crossed her legs and leaned on her right arm.

Andrew moaned lightly as his mother's lips glided along his shaft. His hand rested on top of her head as her warm mouth pleasured his male phallus. "You have beautiful eyes Mom. Oh shit!" Andrew groaned as his mother applied a tad more suction, a little bit more to her grip on his pole as she sought to have her reward.

Alex's eyes lustered as her son's words settled on her shoulders. Sinking down along his root as she felt his semen flooding her mouth. Drinking it down without hesitation as her tongue cleaned off the head of his cock. "Do you really like the way my eyes look, or just when I have your cock in my mouth?" Alex teased. "Don't answer that, now get! Or we'll be late," she giggled as she smacked her son's naked ass.

"So tell me Andrew, why the Qattara Depression?" Alex asked, as she listened to her son in the shower.

"I have a hunch." Andrew's voice echoed off the shower walls.

"A hunch about what?" Alex inquired; her curiosity pegged.

"Oh, you know, just where they buried the Pharaohs of Lower Egypt," Andrew said offhandedly, as he washed his hair.

"Really?! Is that what you're going with," Alex chuckled. "Here I thought it was something serious. Everyone knows due to the dampness of the Delta that their bodies, like Psusennes's, would decay and be left with nothing but bones."

"Would it be more believable if I told you where Akhenaten was buried?!"

"Now you're just pulling my leg," Alex said, rolling her eyes. "No one knows where Akhenaten is buried, and we've looked?!"

"Just not in the right place," Andrew said, ominously.

"Okay big shot, just where is Akhenaten buried?" Alex asked, obtusely.

"With Nefertiti, of course," Andrew answered as he dried himself off.

"Yes, you did say something about knowing where she was buried yesterday," Alex cooed as she pushed the door open. The door was closed so she would be able to control herself and not molest her son in his own shower. Although... a seductive smile formed on her lips at the thought of being ravished by her own son in his shower was highly stimulating. "Are you sure you can live up to all these grand expectations you've been going on about," Alex teased as her eyes ran down her son's wet, clean body. It was just taunting her to make dirty all over again, but alas, they had places to be, and no time for the more finer things in life. "So Andrew why were they buried together and not separate?" she asked, as she leaned against the doorframe as she watched her son brushing his hair.

"Because that's where Tutankhamen buried them to hide their shame of turning their backs on the Gods," Andrew spoke as he gazed at himself in the mirror. "Or would you like to know where Thinis is?" he asked, with a smirk.

"Thinis?! How do you know about Thinis? I don't recall ever telling you about it," Alex stated arching an eyebrow. Her curiosity was instantly pegged. She has hunted for Thinis ever since she reached the shores of Egypt and still she had nothing to show for it.

"You didn't, I just know," Andrew said, with a guileful grin. "You're probably thinking it's this great big city aren't you?" he asked, peering over at her as he brushed his teeth seeing his mother nod. "It never was; the city pretty much died out when Sneferu moved the capital to Memphis," Andrew said, smirking around his toothbrush as his mother peered at him with a skeptical look.

"Are you trying to fuck with me?" Alex huffed irritably as she crossed her arms.

"No... I'll show you where it is, as long as you get me those satellite images I asked for," Andrew said, wiping his lips clean. "Although I thought you wanted to be famous."

"Not at the expense of losing my son," Alex said softly, wondering what was going on with her son. Wondering how he can say such things and actually mean them. Then there was how Andrew acted on the video when he had somehow opened that tomb that no one even realized had existed. To the way he acted in the museum yesterday, Alex was greatly worried about Andrew's mental state. Neither said another word once Andrew was dressed, during their ride down to the first floor. The sound of the car door encased them in silence as they sat in the rear of the car waiting for their driver to walk around it. "Andy," laying her hand on top of his, "tell me all you know of Thinis," Alex said sweetly, feeling her cheeks heat at her son's smile.

"Here Andrew, show me exactly where you think Thinis is?!" Alex said, causing Anta's and Carla's heads to snap towards Andrew as Alex unfolded a map of Egypt. "If you can prove to me what you've told me then I'll believe what you've stated about the Lower Egyptian Pharaohs," she said, in a motherly voice as her hands rested on her hips as she gazed at her son as he stood on the other side of the table.

His finger trailed up the map, along the Nile, starting from Hierakonpolis. Along the left bend in the river as the tip of his finger passed Naqada and Taramsa or where they once were located. Yet in his mind those towns where like bright pin points on the map that only he could see along with every other Egyptian city that had faded into the sands of time. Slowing his pace as he neared Abydos. Before his finger slid to the right hand shore of the Nile that sat across from Abydos. Wondering if his own name would be inscribed on the wall of recorded Pharaohs. "Here." His finger tapped the map a few miles inland a tad north of Abydos.

"That is not where Thinis is?!" Carla huffed in irritability having used Thinis for her thesis paper.

"Thinis is located here Andrew?!" Anta exclaimed as she tapped roughly thirty miles north of Abydos.

"So Andrew care to explain why you proclaim to know the location of Thinis when we all know that's where the city lies." Alex asked, in a teacherly voice gesturing to Anta.

"Told to you by whom?" Andrew asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Manetho, of course," Carla said, referencing who they believed was an Egyptian priest.

"Then he really never been there to begin with, since no city/town other than Badari was formed so far north, proves how either he was a fool or you are for listening to him," Andrew stated tapping the site of Badari. "And it was just an outpost at the time. This is where Thinis is," he said, firmly.

"Okay, let's say I believe you, tell us why Thinis is there and not where Manetho spoke of?" Alex asked, crossing her arms.

"Because Thinis wasn't really a political capital, nor was it a cultural one. Abydos and Hierakonpolis served as that function when Egypt was still a young kingdom. Thinis only rose to power due to the proximity to Abydos. But that power was short lived when Sneferu moved the Capital to Memphis so he could build his pyramids," Andrew stated waiting for his mother to refute anything he just said. "As to why its there, well, it was a fishing village supplying the priests of Abydos with food before Menes ordered the construction of Thinis into the new capital."​