Part 03.3
"Try me baby," Alex whispered as her left arm reached across her chest touching her son lightly on his shoulder.
"I, Andrew McCain, your son, am Pharaoh of Egypt," Andrew said, with all the seriousness he could muster, just having to utter those words. It still sounded so ludicrous to him. His eyes watched as his mother's body flew through the air as she died laughing. "Yeah, that's how I thought that would go," he muttered to himself. Sighing as he pushed himself up from his seat glad they were alone otherwise he wouldn't be doing this. Bringing his right forearm up, making a fist, so his mother would have to look at the ring, to his hip as he felt the eons flooding his mind and soul. "Alexandria?!" His voice was soft yet carried power behind it causing his mother to look up. "I. Am. Pharaoh," Andrew said forcibly, the purple light of the ring flared to life along the entirety of the Ankh. A blue ring of light played along the blue-green color of his irises as he gazed down at his mother. The rays of the sun that managed to make it that far into the terminal sought out Andrew's body causing his skin to glow slightly.
"What the fuck?!" Alex whispered. "A-Andrew... what the hell is going on?!" she asked, her voice stuttered, unsure what the hell was happening. She hasn't drank anything in a few hours, she doesn't smoke anything and she made their breakfast so she knew there wasn't anything in it. So what the hell was taking place before her?! She rightly didn't know. Everything in her told her that this couldn't be happening and yet it was. "Andrew what do you mean by Pharaoh of Egypt?!" Alex asked, trying to wrap her mind around this and not loose her marbles.
"Umm... its kind of in the title, Mom," Andrew said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away.
"Oh god, I've gone insane?!" Alex groaned as she fell forward into her hands. "This is just a dream, a very bad, bad, bad dream," she muttered into her hands as she shook her head.
"Umm... hello, you know I have been dealing with this weird ass shit on my own for the past three months," Andrew said, waving, a little irritated with his mother.
"But how?!" Alex asked, silently begging for an answer with her hands and eyes.
"That's because I am of the blood, so are you and grandpa," Andrew said, sliding his hands into his front pockets. Loving that befuddled look on his mother's face. "Us three are the last living descendants of Pepi II the last Pharaoh of the Old kingdom, but I'm sure you know that," he said, like it meant nothing. Watching how his mother's eyes darted about, noting how her mind was working behind those stunning blue eyes.
"And how do you know..." Her voice died in her throat, the look on her son's face told her she so wasn't going to like the answer if she continued to ask that question, "okay... so... how did you know where the tomb in Giza was, how the Pyramids were a distraction, where everything you've discovered is located?!"
"Promise you won't freak out?!"
"Honey... we are so past that," Alex said, seriously.
"Because I know what they knew," Andrew said, matter-of-factly.
"Andrew what, exactly, does that mean?!" Alex asked, for clarification.
"Means what they knew, is what I know now," Andrew said, as he retook his seat as he noted the approaching travelers. "How else did you think I knew where half this crap is?!"
"Hey! This is my profession I'll have you know?!" Alex said, slapping Andrew's arm.
"Yeah, kind of hard to forget that."
"So you know everything about the Pharaohs?" Alex asked, all the while she was losing it. This just can't be happening and yet it was and she had no explanation on how to logically understand everything that her son has spoken.
"Unfortunately," Andrew said, in a tired sigh.
"Does your father know about any of this?"
"What?! Are you insane?! Of course, I haven't told Dad?!"
"Then... you've only told me?" Alex asked, trying to keep her smile from showing that her son had trusted her enough to divulge this mind blowing secret. How her heart raced as her son nodded. "Then... if you're a Pharaoh, then... you'll need a Queen..." Feeling her skin heat as her son's head snapped towards her. "You are after all Pharaoh, if, and that's a big if, if I believe all this, then you're going to need a Queen. Who better to rule beside you than a Princess of Egypt," Alex said, with a wide smile, giggling at her son's groan.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to jump to that."
"Hey, its not my fault that I'm a Princess," Alex said, sitting all prim and proper in her seat. "And Pharaohs of old married their relatives," she said, sitting straighter, squaring her shoulders already thinking of herself as her son's Queen. "At the risk of sounding insane, or more so, given the nature of this conversation. Have you chosen what name you want to be known by?" Alex asked, her eyes glanced over to her son. Feeling his lips brushing against her ear as Andrew whispered his name to her. Her ears twitched as they called for them to board their plane. "Andrew? Tell me what you know about Hatshepsut. Did she really have a relationship with Senenmut?" Alex asked, as she looped her arm around Andrew's left as they boarded the plane.
"Yeah, but I can't prove it to you. Hatshepsut kept the affair hush hush, if you know what I mean," Andrew said, glancing over at his mother. He found it odd that his mother was taking this so well.
"But you know where her sarcophagus is located, don't you?" Alex asked, to which her son nodded as they transversed the aerobridge. "Tell me sweetheart, exactly when did this all start?"
"When I fell into that room at the temple," Andrew stated matter-of-factly causing Alex's head to snap towards her son as they stepped onto the plane.
"I'm home!" Andrew called out once he entered through the door after dropping his mother off at her hotel.
"Andy!" Wilma gasped jumping from her seat on the couch beside her husband; they were re-watching the news of Andrew's discovery in Egypt. "Andrew!" she exclaimed, happy to see her stepson was safe from his long journey as she threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so happy your home?!"
"Me too," Andrew said softly, as he gently rubbed her back.
"I see you've been making a name for yourself." Julián smirked at his son as he rested a hand on Andrew's left shoulder.
"You know me Dad, I can't go anywhere without making a scene," Andrew said, flashing his father a warm smile.
"You aren't too tired to tell us about it are you?" Wilma asked, ever since the news she's talked up her son to everyone she knew. Then there were the reporters calling to speak with Andrew, yet, what could they do when he was still in Egypt?
"No, but I am starving!" Andrew said, with a wide grin.
"Come on, I'll make you my famous grilled ham and cheese!" Julián said, wrapping his arm around his son as he and Wilma led Andrew to their kitchen.
"Really, you said that?!" Wilma asked, to which Andrew nodded as he recounted his talk with Dr. Anders.
"You should have seen his face when I opened that hidden door. I was like: It's amazing how all those properly trained archeologist missed something as mundane as a simple door," Andrew grinned as he munched on a chip as his father and stepmother hung onto his every word.
"What happened next?!" Wilma asked, sitting on the edge of her seat.
"Showed them I was right and they were wrong," Andrew said, his thumb pointing towards the living room where the TV was still going.
"Well, good, glad you did," Julián nodded. "Now that your home..."
"About that Dad..." His eyes glanced down at the plate wondering how his father was going to take this, "I promised Mom I'd go with her on the rest of the tour, and when the tour ends we'll be heading back to the temple dig site."
"Oh?" Julián placed a hand on Wilma's when she started to speak. He knew she wanted Andrew home with them, yet he was a grown man now, no matter how much he saw his son as that smiling ten-year-old child that always did his damnedest to make him smile even, when he didn't want to. "I knew about you going back to the dig, we were here when that woman handed you that check remember? But why the rest of the tour?"
"Kind of made a compromise with Mom, since no one believed me," Andrew said, glancing up at his father.
"And that was the only way to get your mother to believe you?" Julián asked, skeptically.
"Sort of," Andrew nodded.
"And just where are you going on this tour?" Wilma asked, crossing her arms below her breasts not eager to miss out on time with her stepson.
"London, Paris, Rome, the last stop is in Cairo," Andrew said, before biting into the last half of his sandwich.
"Oh, we loved Rome!" Wilma said, her eyes lighting up. "Didn't we Julián?"
"Mmmhmm," Julián nodded. "When are you supposed to be going back to the dig?" he asked, pulling out his phone. Opening up his calendar, hoping that he could rearrange some things so he could at least be in Cairo before his son was out in the desert for months on end.
"The end of February," Andrew stated. He watched as his father's finger moved along the screen as a scowl began to form upon his lips. "Dad, if you can't make it, its fine. I know how busy you are."
"Yes, I know son, I won't get to see you for a while if I can't figure something out," Julián said, not looking up.
"What about Paris honey?" Wilma asked, as she lightly landed her hand on her husband's forearm.
"Do you know when the tour will be in Paris?" Julián asked, peering up at his son.
"No... but I'll find out," Andrew said, arching an eyebrow when someone texted him at the same moment as he pulled out his phone.
Julián looked perplexed as his son smiled. Glancing over to his wife who had a little smirk on her lips. They both knew what that look meant. "Andrew?" Julián's voice was firm in that fatherly tone as his son walked over to the intercom system.
"Send them up William," Andrew spoke into the intercom once he depressed the button.
"You mind telling me just who you've invited to our home?" Julián asked, as Wilma nodded in support.
"Oh, just some friends I met in Egypt while you were on your honeymoon," Andrew said, turning back to his father. "And the date for the Paris exhibit, it'll take place the week before Christmas."
Wilma gasped as her mind began to race, "Think of it Julián, our family in Paris for Christmas?!" Her hand lightly squeezed his bicep as she gazed at him. "It'll be wonderful!"
"Okay, Paris it is," Julián nodded as a knock came upon his penthouse door.
"Andrew!" Anta and Carla squealed as they threw their arms around him once he had opened the door. Anta's deep V neck, scalloped trim, orchid colored, skin tight dress clung to every curve of her womanly body. Carla's rose colored side tie, halter dress almost appeared to be painted on to her body given the state of how hard her nipples were as the material detailed the shape of her areolas as well.
"We aren't wearing anything under the dresses," Anta whispered into his ear.
"Andrew, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?" Wilma asked, as she stood at Julián's side. Keeping the annoyance from her face as she noted how they each had a hand on Andrew's ass. Looking over at her husband as she felt his hand on her ass. Blowing out a sigh in her mind, she couldn't get upset with her stepson. It wasn't fair to him if she kept him locked in his room and her only visiting his bed twice a week. Her grey eyes watched as the brown haired woman placed a lingering kiss on his cheek before her green eyes peered at them.
"Dang Andrew just look at this place! It's bigger than both our apartments combined!" Anta said, in wonder as she slipped around Andrew as he shut the door.
"Thanks, and thanks to my wife it has that warm feeling it was missing for a long time," Julián said, with a warm smile, as he placed a kiss on his wife's temple.
"I'm Carla, as she's Anta," she said, holding out her hand to Julián and Wilma.
"You've done a wonderful job putting a woman's feel to this place," Anta said, in a friendly voice as she shook Wilma's hand.
"Thank you, I'm just glad my boys enjoy the home we made together," Wilma said sweetly, as she rested her head on Julián's left shoulder.
"So... how do the two of you know my son?" Julián asked, while trying not to ogle the young women before him.
"Oh... we've got to know one another very intimately while he was in Cairo, didn't we Andrew?" Anta purred pulling him into her. "Where's your room?" she whispered in Arabic. Seeing Andrew nod behind him. "They wouldn't mind if you fucked us here would they?"
"I don't think so as long as the two of you keep it down. You know how vocal the two of you are," Andrew replied with a sly grin.
"It's not our fault Andrew," Carla cut in flashing him those green eyes of hers as she batted her eyelashes at him. "We can't help it that you have one of the most amazing cocks we've ever seen," she said, biting her lower lip as she pressed her body against his.
"Andrew? Just what are the three of you speaking in?" Julián asked, perplexed, he never knew his son could speak another language.
"Arabic," Anta cooed as she stared hungrily into Andrew's eyes. "Your son, Mr. McCain, is very talented with his tongue," she purred as her own curled out to tease his upper lip.
"Mmmhmm."
"I see... come dear, let's give them some privacy," Julián said, flashing his son a coy smile.
"Do keep the noise down Andy," Wilma said sternly, yet with a smile on her lips.
"Oh, we'll be the most gracious guests you've ever had," Carla said, smiling at Wilma.
Wilma held her tongue, she knew the only reason they were with her son was for that cock of his. She would keep her thoughts to herself until she saw that they were only using Andrew then she would make her displeasure known. So she only nodded to Carla, she didn't want Andrew to be upset with her.
"Come Andrew show me the lights of the city from your bedroom," Anta said, her ebony hair swayed against her back as she smiled at him as she tugged on his hand. Carla nodded along as they gently pulled on his arms towards the direction of his bedroom.
"Son?!" Julián called out to Andrew as he neared the door to his room mouthing 'Wow!'
"I know!" Andrew mouth back before adding, "See you in the morning Dad!"
"Oh my god!" Anta and Carla voiced in unison as their eyes surveyed the room as Andrew closed the door.
Andrew's eyes dipped low as he watched how their asses jiggled as they raced towards the windows. Pulling off his shirt, tossing it into the hamper, kicking off his shoes as they pressed their bodies against the glass.
"Look Anta! You can see the lights of Broadway from here?!" Carla said, pointing out the lights.
Andrew grinned coyly at their combined gasps as he stuck his hands beneath their dresses. Listening to their pants and whimpers as his fingers moved along their labia. Feeling their paradises welcoming him as his fingers breached the thresholds of their canals.
"Andrew," Anta whimpered softly as she pushed her ass out as did Carla to give him better access to their eager mounds.
"Yes Andrew, right there," Carla moaned lightly as she pressed her cheek against the glass.
"My, my ladies, you're already this hot and we're only getting started," Andrew said, in a low, deep voice. His eyes flickered over to Bast as she sat on the sill licking her paw staring at him. It wasn't a look of anger he saw in those green eyes of hers, but one of wondering amusement. He so wished he could recall what happened after Bast had spoken those words. Yet, all he got when he thought hard on the matter was a throbbing headache and a blank mind. Maybe, eventually, it will come back to him, until then Andrew was stuck wondering just what the hell happened between them.
"Andrew?!" They whimpered as the pads of his thumbs pressed against their brown eye.
Andrew had a sultry look on his face as they peered back at him. "Hmm?" he mused as he listened to the sound of their sex.
"Can we take it out?!" They said as one with doe-like eyes and quivering lips.
"Of course," Andrew said, trying not to burst out laughing at the display. It was amusing watching their false innocence falling away and the hungry little vixens he knew emerge. His cock twitched as Anta's 32A and Carla's 36B breasts presented themselves for his enjoyment as his blue-green eyes examined each orb. Watching Anta's and Carla's eyes flutter as his thumbs rolled Anta's light brown and Carla's pink nipples as their hips shook as they pushed their garments from their bodies. Their heels clicked on the floor of his room as they stepped out of their dresses. Their sultry, ravenous eyes stared up at him as they sank to their knees. Andrew wondered how it was with all the other Pharaohs and their harems. He personally never thought he would ever know what it was like. Like every man on the planet he thought it was nothing more than a fantasy. Something that he would ponder on when he would masturbate like any average guy would. Smiling at Anta as she kissed the palm of his hand as he caressed her right cheek as Carla's lips glided along his shaft.
Carla's green eyes quivered as she peered up at him as Andrew cradled her chin in his hand. His index finger lightly brushed along her cheek as Anta sated her desires on the heated rod that was currently lodged within her mouth. Carla panted as Andrew painted her lips in her saliva as he ran the pad of his finger along her supple lips. Her eyes always on his as she took over for Anta. And so, for the next ten minutes they passed his slick pole around between the two of them as they knelt on the floor of Andrew's bedroom. Their hands both working in time as they jacked him off while they shared a kiss between one another. He wasn't going to stop them; he just never took the two of them for being bisexual. It didn't make the sight before him any less erotic.
"Andrew," their voices spoke as one as Anta's left and Carla's right hand rested on the glass of the window as they peered back at him, "come show this city how you fuck us," they said, using their free hands to pull their cheeks apart to show Andrew just how red their little mounds were. Their whimpers filled the room as their asses jiggled as Andrew's hand smacked each cheek until they held a light red color to them.
"So... who wants to go first?" Andrew asked, he wasn't about to be on either's bad side. Smirking as they had to restart their game of rock, paper, scissors for the fourth time as he gently rolled their clits as he teased them to no end.
"Yes!" Carla said, in a low, excited whisper as she won the right to be first.
"Just not for long, I need to feel you deep in me, Andrew," Anta said, as she spread her dew laden lips while shaking her ass at him.
"After I've cum on it," Carla said, smiling wickedly at her friend. "Oh shit!" she hissed as Andrew eased the crown of his rod into her garden. She had forgotten just how big he was. Pressing her upper chest and right cheek against the window, her breath causing a light coating of fog to form on it before evaporating as her breasts slapped against the glass as Andrew thrust his rod deep into the core of her heat. As always when she was with Andrew she was nothing more than a mindless, moaning woman as his cock had a way of making her mind go blank as the head of his cock pounded her cervix. None of the men she's slept with before Andrew could ever even do that. She's never felt anything so deep within her hot little peach before if it wasn't a dildo. Squealing loudly as she felt her womb flare, sending down a torrent of her orgasmic juices.
"My turn!" Anta cried joyously as she thrust her arms over her head. "You like how wet my pussy is for this cock, don't you Andrew?" she purred over her right shoulder as she ran his wet mushroom top through her throbbing labia.
"Oh yeah," Andrew stated breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
"Pace yourself Andrew our night is only beginning," Anta cooed as she sank down upon that hard dagger of his. Her body quaked as her folds molded around Andrew's cock as it inched deeper into her quivering mound. Her resistance quickly began to crumble as his branch touched all the right places deep within that secret forest that lies in wait for the visitor that's been missing for so many days since he first left Egypt. "Oh Andrew!" Anta moaned as he hammered his rod into her. "That's it Andrew fuck me! I want this city to see how good you are at making my pussy flood," she panted as Andrew fucked her against the glass. Anta fought to keep herself from screaming out and disturbing Andrew's father and stepmother. Thrusting back onto his cock as her juice gushed out and landed in a wet splash on his floor. It was only because of Andrew's hands, which were cradling her breasts, that she remained standing due the force of her orgasm. Anta's brown eyes watched as Carla sauntered over to Andrew's bed.
"Andrew, Anta has had her turn," reaching behind spanking her ass, "it's my turn and I want to ride you on this bed," Carla purred, smirking coyly at him as he gazed at her. Smiling down at Andrew as she swung her leg over his lap. Staring hungrily down at his wet, cream coated cock as she was poised to return it back to the depths of her cunt.
By the end of two hours all three were panting and sweating as they laid exhausted on Andrew's bed. His cum leaking out of Carla and Anta as they rested their bodies, snuggled against his. Each smiling at the other as their hands couldn't get enough of the cock they both love.
"Andrew?" Anta's voice was soft and light on the air as her fingers trailed up his stomach.
"Hmm?" Andrew hummed as his chest heaved.
"Where's the shower in this place?" Carla asked, with a coy smile.
"Right there," Andrew said, matching her smile as he pointed at his bathroom door.
"You have your own bathroom!" Anta gasped. Leaping off the bed, her ass jiggling as she raced across the floor. "Oh my god! Carla you got to see this!" Her voice echoed out through the door as she surveyed Andrew's restroom.
"Holy! And I would have thought this place would be a pig sty," Carla giggled at the neat and clean bathroom she walked into. Watching Anta jumping out of the shower stall as all eight shower heads came on at once.
"Damn! That thing is intense!" Anta chuckled as she stood dripping wet in front of Carla.
"Towels are in there," Andrew said, pointing to the small closet as he stood in the doorway. Before Carla pulled him into the room and Anta pushed him into his own shower. Both women eyed him in a lustful light as he gestured for them to join him. A coy smile rose the corners of his lips as he reached behind him to turn on the water as his rod began to harden and lengthen.
That morning Andrew watched as Anta leaned against the counter and Carla poured herself a cup of coffee both wearing shirts that belonged to him. Anta in one of his favorite t-shirts, and Carla in one of his button down dress shirts. Anta had a teasing smile on her lips as she picked at her bagel as Andrew nibbled on his. Carla would flash him her bare ass every so often as they stood before him. However, their feet quickly carried them over to his side of the table and down into seats beside him as noise from his father's bedroom filled the air.
"Hello," Julián said, softly. Quickly tying his robe, feeling very self-conscious as the eyes of those twenty something women gazed at him. "Andrew I think you and I need to have a little talk about guest(s) who stay the night," he said, in a fatherly voice.
"We weren't too loud were we?!" Carla asked, worryingly. Placing her hand on Andrew's arm, as she peered at his father's back.
"Not... entirely," Wilma said, walking into the kitchen. "Good morning Andrew," she said, smiling sweetly at her son.
"Morning Mom," Andrew replied, returning her smile.
"We apologize if we kept the two of you from sleeping last night," Anta said, with a friendly smile as she slipped her hand into Andrew's lap. Flashing him a coy smirk as she teased his manhood beneath the table.
"So... tell me ladies, what do you do in Egypt?" Wilma asked, as she sat beside her husband having her morning cup of java.
"We're currently undergrads at the University," Carla said, truthfully.
"We also help Professor Sanders in her excavations," Anta said, noting how Andrew's father fought back the scowl at the name of her teacher.
"But how did the two of you get to know my son?" Julián asked, keeping his eyes on their faces and not on how pointy their nipples appeared to be.
"The first time I met Andrew here, was when I picked him up at the airport in Cairo. The Professor couldn't leave the site given the work that was being unearthed at the time. At first I thought he was nothing but a moody kid," Anta said, placing her hand on Andrew shoulder who shrugged. "But then..." Leaving out all the weirdness that surrounded the temple towards the end of the dig, "we kind of drew close once we left the temple dig site, and I was with him when we discovered the tomb in Giza."
"Really?!" Julián and Wilma said in unison.
"Mmmhmm," Anta nodded. "It was a sight too! With just the two of us down in there and no one clambering around. No teachers going on about what this or that meant. Just the coolness of the air, the glitter of all that gold, and Andrew beside me," Anta sighed in bliss as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, I wasn't there," shooting Anta a scornful look, "but your son and I too have grown close, haven't we Andrew?" Carla cooed as she turned his chin towards her.
"Yeah, kind of hard not to agree to that," Andrew answered with a smirk.
"We all heard your closeness last night," Wilma said, beneath her breath. Feeling her cheeks heat as Julián squeezed her leg beneath the table. Casting her eyes down, she shouldn't be jealous, yet she couldn't help it when it came to Andrew. After three years of acting then becoming his mother she only wanted the best for him.
"Well... we should go get ready to leave," Anta said, glancing over at Carla who nodded. Each giving Andrew a kiss on his cheeks before they held down the hems of their shirts as they walked quickly to his room. Wilma slapped her hand against Julián's shoulder as the bottom of Anta's ass peeked out as she left the room.
"What?!" Julián said, to which Wilma just rolled her eyes.
"Very nice Mr. McCain," Anta whistled as Julián walked out in his suit, one of many he wore to work, as she and Carla stood in the doorway saying their goodbyes. Smiling mischievously at Andrew's father as she noted his blushing cheeks.
"We can see where Andrew gets his looks from," Carla said, lightly flirting with Julián from over Andrew's left shoulder.
"Now ladies don't you go giving my husband a swelled ego," Wilma said, in a tsk-tsk voice as she sauntered out from her room wearing form fitting jeans and a light camisole beneath her sleeveless button down blouse. "That's my job," she cooed before passionately kissing her husband.
"See you at the museum later Andrew." They waved sweetly to him as they walked down the hall to the elevators.
"Really son, a threesome in my house?!" Julián said, in a disapprovingly fatherly voice, all the while his smile said otherwise.
"Could have joined if you wanted," Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders as he walked back to his room.
"Wait! What?!"
"I mean, you do let me have sex with your wife, Dad. It'd be rude if I didn't share too," Andrew said, smiling at his shocked father as he neared his bedroom door.
"Then I could have been getting fucked last night?!" Wilma nearly shouted. Which caused Julián to cast his wife a look to which Wilma quickly became red faced. "You know I haven't slept with Andy in a while," she said, softly.
"And you would have let me screw one of them?!" Andrew fought to contain his chuckle as they debated their now open relationship.
"Of course honey! You do allow your son to fuck me when I need it, and I want you to be happy honey, and I definitely want this to be happy too," Wilma purred as she softly caressed Julián's manhood as she stood in front of him. "It would be wrong of me to tell you that you couldn't stick this hard cock into whichever one of them while I was moaning like a whore on our son's cock."
"Really?! Huh?!" Julián's eyes shot to his son, wondering if those women were going to come back again anytime soon. If his wife was willing to let him experience other women, given that she has another cock that didn't belong to him, regardless if that cock belonged to his son or not; then who was he not to take what is offered?
"You're not upset are you?" Wilma asked, hoping that she hadn't put herself into the dog house. "You know I love you, and I know you love me. If your son is willing to share the women that come to his bed, I'm okay with you taking one of them to yours if you don't mind if I line his bed while you do," she said, staring into Julián's eyes.
"And you wouldn't get mad or jealous?" Julián asked, skeptically.
"Why would I? You aren't going home with them, you'll be coming back to our bed; and this will only be while those girls are in town," Wilma said, hoping this wasn't going to turn into something that would spiral out of control. "That is if they want to know how good the father of the man they're currently sleeping with is like," she said, kissing her husband like the way she knew would curl his toes. "Bye Andy, see you tonight," Wilma said, waving goodbye to him as she led her husband out the door.
A week had passed and Wilma started to notice how Alex was doing a tad more touching, casting him looks that she thought she didn't see, flashing her son a smile here and there. View of her open shirt when she leaned over him. It was irking her to no end! Not that her son knew that she was spying on him. Wilma just couldn't let her son go off with that woman without keeping an eye on him, when she didn't have class that is. Like she was doing at that very moment. Something about the way Alex was flaunting her body at her own son made her hackles rise. Fidgeting with the shawl that covered her head and her large dark sunglasses as they left the restaurant they were in. Following after them discreetly a few feet behind yet still within sight of her son on the crowded streets.
Her anger flared as she noted how Alex's fingers were interlaced with Andrew's. That was only for her! Not that woman! She gave him up when she left him and his father behind for those dusty bones she so loves. While she, in her loving light of the plight that the young Andrew at the time was facing, stepped up and became the mother that he had lost long ago. Her eyes burned with her anger behind her tinted lenses as that woman whispered something into her son's ear. Wilma equally didn't enjoy how that woman was slyly rubbing her breasts against her son as they stood waiting for the light to change. Then something, something so world rocking happened before her. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes went wide as she watched how Alex kissed her son! Her Andrew, the boy that would masturbate to her, was kissing... that woman! Shaking the thought from her mind, the kiss could be something innocent given that it was nothing more than a peck on the lips.
However, something about the way Alex stared at her son unnerved her. She wasn't about to let Alex have her son! Andrew was her son, the son she had helped raise for the past three years while she was in Cairo doing whatever it was Alex did there. If she didn't know any better, the signs she has been seeing were telling her that something more, something so immoral, was taking place between them and she meant to put an end to it. She was not going to give Andrew up to that woman!
Waiting a few moments before she ducked into the high end dress store they had stopped into after their lunch. Her eyes scanning the store as she pushed her way through the door. Her eyes darting about trying to find her Andrew amidst the sea of gowns. "Why is she even here?!" Wilma asked herself as she caught sight of Andrew.
"This one is nice, don't you think?" Wilma hid behind another rack of gowns her anger flared as they spoke in that language she couldn't fathom to which country it belonged too. Slipping into the gap at the center of the rack so she wouldn't stand out. Slyly pushing aside the clothing enough for her to peer at the two of them. Biting back her gasp as Andrew's hand rested on the small of Alex's back. "What about this one?" Wilma's grip on the fabric of the gowns tightened as her eyes wouldn't look away as Andrew's index finger brushed lightly along Alex's ass as she looked over at him as they viewed the gown. "Andrew." Wilma had no trouble understanding the want in Alex's voice or the bright blush that her cheeks held. "Not here, you know what that does to me." Wilma's blood was boiling as Alex leaned in and whispered to her son!
"How dare that bitch try to take my baby away!" Wilma growled in her mind. "I have to do something to keep that skank away from my boy!"
"I know, why do you think I do it?" Her fingers covered her lips, her eyes quivered at the sound of Andrew's voice. Noting how he looked at Alex, it wasn't like how he viewed her whenever she would walk into a room. A wicked smile formed on her lips knowing that Alex didn't hold his heart like she did. That the fact that he saw her more as his mother than he did Alex made her heart flutter at that realization.
"What do you think, good enough for a Queen?" Wilma puffed out her cheeks as Alex had reverted back to that strange language.
"No, I think this would be more in line with what they wore back then." Wilma arched an eyebrow as Andrew held up a dress -- if she could call it a dress -- to her it barely had enough material to even be called a dress.
"Absolutely not!" As much as Wilma hated to agree with Alex she had to do so on this point.
"Why not? All the women in Egypt went around pretty much topless most of the time?" Wilma fought back her giggle at how her son was putting Alex in a tight spot as she became red faced.
"I don't care if they walked around in the nude Andrew, I will not wear that!" Alex hissed as she pointed at the dress in Andrew's hand.
"Oh well, here I thought I'd have a Queen like in the old days." Wilma had no idea what he was saying yet she didn't need to, to know when her son was teasing. Whatever Andrew said it seemed to put a fire in Alex as she snatched the gown from him and put it back on the rack.
"We'll find something else more fitting," Alex said, in a forced tone.
"You're wearing it not me," Andrew said, offhandedly as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, but won't it be fun taking it off as well?" Alex purred. Wilma's hand flew to her mouth as those words settled on her shoulders.
"No! Don't tell me they fuck each other?! Please Andrew, please say it ain't so?!" Wilma pleaded silently with her son. Her hands ruffled the fabric as she knelt there as her mind raced. Unaware that Andrew and his mother had moved off to the fitting rooms once Alex had picked out a few gowns to wear for the openings in the five cities.
For the rest of that hour Wilma shadowed her son around the city until they finally arrived at Alex's hotel. Nearly running into Anta and Carla on the way in when she was keeping back to stay out of sight. She had wondered how she was going to learn Alex's room number. Those two gave her a way in and to put Alex in her place. The only mother that was going to fuck Andrew was her!
"Mrs... McCain, what are you doing here?" Carla asked, a little surprised by her sudden appearance and her odd attire.
"I-I-I wanted to speak with Alexandria alone about Andrew," Wilma said, her voice stammering as she did.
"What about Andrew?!" They both asked quickly stepping up to Wilma's side.
"I-I just wanted to make sure Andrew would be taken care of while he's on tour with her. I know I'm not his biological mother, yet these past three years Andrew has become like my own little boy," Wilma said, a single tear trailed down her cheek. She fought the smile from touching her lips at Anta's and Carla's combined 'Awe' as Wilma wiped away the tear. "I just want to make sure he's going to be taken care of while he's away from home."
"Of course!" Anta exclaimed.
"We completely understand," Carla said, to which Anta nodded.
"I think you know by now that Andrew is very..." Anta glanced over to Carla who nodded along, "special to us, or he's come to fill that role for us since we've grown to known him. So trust in us we will keep a very close eye on Andrew for you," Anta said, firmly.
"Oh thank you!" Wilma said, bringing Anta and Carla into a warm hug. "That does take a load off my mind, but still I think I need to speak with Alexandria about this."
"You're quite welcome," Carla said sweetly, as she lightly patted Wilma's back.
"Professor Sanders is in room 325," Anta said, as she pulled away. Wondering if Wilma and the Professor would become her mother-in-law soon given how she was growing to feel certain things for Andrew. Plus if she was truthful, she doubted she would ever find another cock like Andrew's. Sure there were bigger, thicker, and whatnot, but they could never measure up to Andrew's. There was just something about Andrew that kept him in the forefront of her mind, along with that strange pomegranate smell that was always around him, which only got stronger when he was aroused, which she found strange to say the least.
"Thank you ladies, why don't you come by some time before the big event; Julián and I would love to cook dinner for all of us," Wilma said, with a wide smile.
"Can we spend the night again?" They voiced their plea.
"And keep my baby wanting?! Perish the thought," Wilma said, waving them over with a warm smile.
"It's a date!"
"Now if you'll excuse me ladies it seems I must have a chat with Julián's ex-wife. Do call Andrew and let us know what day you'd like to set that up," Wilma said, waving shyly at them as she opened the hotel's front door.
There she stood in front of door 325. Her heart was in her throat as she listened closely to the sounds that were emanating from within the room. If she didn't know better it sounded like someone was sucking a cock.
"Yeah, that's what you've wanted all day isn't it?"
"Mmmhmm."
Wilma's hand went to her lips at the sound of Andrew's voice. "This is wrong, so damn wrong?! Yet, is it any different than what he and his father did with her?" she asked herself as she stood there listening like a pervert, feeling her mound getting wetter and wetter at the thought of Andrew's cock gliding along her lips and tongue. Before she could even think her hand rose and her knuckles rapped on the door.
[1] Thoth was the Egyptian god of wisdom and knowledge. Honored as the inventor of writing and the founder of branches of learning such as art, astronomy, medicine, law, and magic, he was the patron god of scribes.
[2] Merneptah -- fourth Pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty. Thirteenth son of Rameses II.
[3] Sobek was also associated with pharaonic power, fertility, and military prowess, but served additionally as a protective deity with apotropaic qualities, invoked particularly for protection against the dangers presented by the Nile.
[4] Pi-Ramesses -- New Kingdom capital renamed Tanis after its relocation.
[5] Located at the north-western part of the country.
[6] Psusennes- Pharaoh of the 21st Dynasty. Also known as the Silver Pharaoh given how his sarcophagus was made entirely of silver.
[7] Menes -- first Pharaoh of Egypt.
[8] Pepi II -- last ruler of the Old Kingdom before the First Intermediate Period.
[9] Atum was known as the God of Creation also known as Ra.
[10] Maʽat -- is the goddess of truth, balance, order, harmony, law, morality, and justice. Maat was also the goddess who personified these concepts, and regulated the stars, seasons, and the actions of mortals and the deities who had brought order from chaos at the moment of creation.
[11] Apep also known as Apophis he's the ancient Egyptian deity who embodied chaos.
[12] A part of the Matrouh Governorate.
[13] Akhenaten -- 10th ruler of the 18th dynasty.
[14] Nefertiti -- Akhenaten's Queen, mother of Tutankhamen, and Pharaoh.
[15] Thinis (This or Tjenu) - was the capital city of the first dynasties of ancient Egypt. It remains undiscovered.
[16] The religious and political capital of upper Egypt at the end of prehistoric Egypt. Also contains the oldest known tomb dating back to 3500-3200 BC.
[17] The sixth pharaoh of the 21st dynasty, one of the most powerful rulers at the time after Psusennes.
[18] The fifth pharaoh of the 21st dynasty, and the first Pharaoh of Meshwesh (Ancient Libya).
[19] Ammit (devourer of the dead) -- is an Egyptian demoness and goddess with the body of a lion, hippopotamus, and crocodile.
[20] Ra's solar barge, also known as Mandjet.
[21] Egyptian land of the dead.
[22] It's the oldest depiction of sex on record dating back to 1292-1075 BC.
[23] Wife to Sneferu and mother of Khufu. In this story also mother to Onouphrios.
[24] Was the fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt.
[25] Hatshepsut's vizier.
"I, Andrew McCain, your son, am Pharaoh of Egypt," Andrew said, with all the seriousness he could muster, just having to utter those words. It still sounded so ludicrous to him. His eyes watched as his mother's body flew through the air as she died laughing. "Yeah, that's how I thought that would go," he muttered to himself. Sighing as he pushed himself up from his seat glad they were alone otherwise he wouldn't be doing this. Bringing his right forearm up, making a fist, so his mother would have to look at the ring, to his hip as he felt the eons flooding his mind and soul. "Alexandria?!" His voice was soft yet carried power behind it causing his mother to look up. "I. Am. Pharaoh," Andrew said forcibly, the purple light of the ring flared to life along the entirety of the Ankh. A blue ring of light played along the blue-green color of his irises as he gazed down at his mother. The rays of the sun that managed to make it that far into the terminal sought out Andrew's body causing his skin to glow slightly.
"What the fuck?!" Alex whispered. "A-Andrew... what the hell is going on?!" she asked, her voice stuttered, unsure what the hell was happening. She hasn't drank anything in a few hours, she doesn't smoke anything and she made their breakfast so she knew there wasn't anything in it. So what the hell was taking place before her?! She rightly didn't know. Everything in her told her that this couldn't be happening and yet it was. "Andrew what do you mean by Pharaoh of Egypt?!" Alex asked, trying to wrap her mind around this and not loose her marbles.
"Umm... its kind of in the title, Mom," Andrew said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away.
"Oh god, I've gone insane?!" Alex groaned as she fell forward into her hands. "This is just a dream, a very bad, bad, bad dream," she muttered into her hands as she shook her head.
"Umm... hello, you know I have been dealing with this weird ass shit on my own for the past three months," Andrew said, waving, a little irritated with his mother.
"But how?!" Alex asked, silently begging for an answer with her hands and eyes.
"That's because I am of the blood, so are you and grandpa," Andrew said, sliding his hands into his front pockets. Loving that befuddled look on his mother's face. "Us three are the last living descendants of Pepi II the last Pharaoh of the Old kingdom, but I'm sure you know that," he said, like it meant nothing. Watching how his mother's eyes darted about, noting how her mind was working behind those stunning blue eyes.
"And how do you know..." Her voice died in her throat, the look on her son's face told her she so wasn't going to like the answer if she continued to ask that question, "okay... so... how did you know where the tomb in Giza was, how the Pyramids were a distraction, where everything you've discovered is located?!"
"Promise you won't freak out?!"
"Honey... we are so past that," Alex said, seriously.
"Because I know what they knew," Andrew said, matter-of-factly.
"Andrew what, exactly, does that mean?!" Alex asked, for clarification.
"Means what they knew, is what I know now," Andrew said, as he retook his seat as he noted the approaching travelers. "How else did you think I knew where half this crap is?!"
"Hey! This is my profession I'll have you know?!" Alex said, slapping Andrew's arm.
"Yeah, kind of hard to forget that."
"So you know everything about the Pharaohs?" Alex asked, all the while she was losing it. This just can't be happening and yet it was and she had no explanation on how to logically understand everything that her son has spoken.
"Unfortunately," Andrew said, in a tired sigh.
"Does your father know about any of this?"
"What?! Are you insane?! Of course, I haven't told Dad?!"
"Then... you've only told me?" Alex asked, trying to keep her smile from showing that her son had trusted her enough to divulge this mind blowing secret. How her heart raced as her son nodded. "Then... if you're a Pharaoh, then... you'll need a Queen..." Feeling her skin heat as her son's head snapped towards her. "You are after all Pharaoh, if, and that's a big if, if I believe all this, then you're going to need a Queen. Who better to rule beside you than a Princess of Egypt," Alex said, with a wide smile, giggling at her son's groan.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to jump to that."
"Hey, its not my fault that I'm a Princess," Alex said, sitting all prim and proper in her seat. "And Pharaohs of old married their relatives," she said, sitting straighter, squaring her shoulders already thinking of herself as her son's Queen. "At the risk of sounding insane, or more so, given the nature of this conversation. Have you chosen what name you want to be known by?" Alex asked, her eyes glanced over to her son. Feeling his lips brushing against her ear as Andrew whispered his name to her. Her ears twitched as they called for them to board their plane. "Andrew? Tell me what you know about Hatshepsut. Did she really have a relationship with Senenmut?" Alex asked, as she looped her arm around Andrew's left as they boarded the plane.
"Yeah, but I can't prove it to you. Hatshepsut kept the affair hush hush, if you know what I mean," Andrew said, glancing over at his mother. He found it odd that his mother was taking this so well.
"But you know where her sarcophagus is located, don't you?" Alex asked, to which her son nodded as they transversed the aerobridge. "Tell me sweetheart, exactly when did this all start?"
"When I fell into that room at the temple," Andrew stated matter-of-factly causing Alex's head to snap towards her son as they stepped onto the plane.
"I'm home!" Andrew called out once he entered through the door after dropping his mother off at her hotel.
"Andy!" Wilma gasped jumping from her seat on the couch beside her husband; they were re-watching the news of Andrew's discovery in Egypt. "Andrew!" she exclaimed, happy to see her stepson was safe from his long journey as she threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so happy your home?!"
"Me too," Andrew said softly, as he gently rubbed her back.
"I see you've been making a name for yourself." Julián smirked at his son as he rested a hand on Andrew's left shoulder.
"You know me Dad, I can't go anywhere without making a scene," Andrew said, flashing his father a warm smile.
"You aren't too tired to tell us about it are you?" Wilma asked, ever since the news she's talked up her son to everyone she knew. Then there were the reporters calling to speak with Andrew, yet, what could they do when he was still in Egypt?
"No, but I am starving!" Andrew said, with a wide grin.
"Come on, I'll make you my famous grilled ham and cheese!" Julián said, wrapping his arm around his son as he and Wilma led Andrew to their kitchen.
"Really, you said that?!" Wilma asked, to which Andrew nodded as he recounted his talk with Dr. Anders.
"You should have seen his face when I opened that hidden door. I was like: It's amazing how all those properly trained archeologist missed something as mundane as a simple door," Andrew grinned as he munched on a chip as his father and stepmother hung onto his every word.
"What happened next?!" Wilma asked, sitting on the edge of her seat.
"Showed them I was right and they were wrong," Andrew said, his thumb pointing towards the living room where the TV was still going.
"Well, good, glad you did," Julián nodded. "Now that your home..."
"About that Dad..." His eyes glanced down at the plate wondering how his father was going to take this, "I promised Mom I'd go with her on the rest of the tour, and when the tour ends we'll be heading back to the temple dig site."
"Oh?" Julián placed a hand on Wilma's when she started to speak. He knew she wanted Andrew home with them, yet he was a grown man now, no matter how much he saw his son as that smiling ten-year-old child that always did his damnedest to make him smile even, when he didn't want to. "I knew about you going back to the dig, we were here when that woman handed you that check remember? But why the rest of the tour?"
"Kind of made a compromise with Mom, since no one believed me," Andrew said, glancing up at his father.
"And that was the only way to get your mother to believe you?" Julián asked, skeptically.
"Sort of," Andrew nodded.
"And just where are you going on this tour?" Wilma asked, crossing her arms below her breasts not eager to miss out on time with her stepson.
"London, Paris, Rome, the last stop is in Cairo," Andrew said, before biting into the last half of his sandwich.
"Oh, we loved Rome!" Wilma said, her eyes lighting up. "Didn't we Julián?"
"Mmmhmm," Julián nodded. "When are you supposed to be going back to the dig?" he asked, pulling out his phone. Opening up his calendar, hoping that he could rearrange some things so he could at least be in Cairo before his son was out in the desert for months on end.
"The end of February," Andrew stated. He watched as his father's finger moved along the screen as a scowl began to form upon his lips. "Dad, if you can't make it, its fine. I know how busy you are."
"Yes, I know son, I won't get to see you for a while if I can't figure something out," Julián said, not looking up.
"What about Paris honey?" Wilma asked, as she lightly landed her hand on her husband's forearm.
"Do you know when the tour will be in Paris?" Julián asked, peering up at his son.
"No... but I'll find out," Andrew said, arching an eyebrow when someone texted him at the same moment as he pulled out his phone.
Julián looked perplexed as his son smiled. Glancing over to his wife who had a little smirk on her lips. They both knew what that look meant. "Andrew?" Julián's voice was firm in that fatherly tone as his son walked over to the intercom system.
"Send them up William," Andrew spoke into the intercom once he depressed the button.
"You mind telling me just who you've invited to our home?" Julián asked, as Wilma nodded in support.
"Oh, just some friends I met in Egypt while you were on your honeymoon," Andrew said, turning back to his father. "And the date for the Paris exhibit, it'll take place the week before Christmas."
Wilma gasped as her mind began to race, "Think of it Julián, our family in Paris for Christmas?!" Her hand lightly squeezed his bicep as she gazed at him. "It'll be wonderful!"
"Okay, Paris it is," Julián nodded as a knock came upon his penthouse door.
"Andrew!" Anta and Carla squealed as they threw their arms around him once he had opened the door. Anta's deep V neck, scalloped trim, orchid colored, skin tight dress clung to every curve of her womanly body. Carla's rose colored side tie, halter dress almost appeared to be painted on to her body given the state of how hard her nipples were as the material detailed the shape of her areolas as well.
"We aren't wearing anything under the dresses," Anta whispered into his ear.
"Andrew, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?" Wilma asked, as she stood at Julián's side. Keeping the annoyance from her face as she noted how they each had a hand on Andrew's ass. Looking over at her husband as she felt his hand on her ass. Blowing out a sigh in her mind, she couldn't get upset with her stepson. It wasn't fair to him if she kept him locked in his room and her only visiting his bed twice a week. Her grey eyes watched as the brown haired woman placed a lingering kiss on his cheek before her green eyes peered at them.
"Dang Andrew just look at this place! It's bigger than both our apartments combined!" Anta said, in wonder as she slipped around Andrew as he shut the door.
"Thanks, and thanks to my wife it has that warm feeling it was missing for a long time," Julián said, with a warm smile, as he placed a kiss on his wife's temple.
"I'm Carla, as she's Anta," she said, holding out her hand to Julián and Wilma.
"You've done a wonderful job putting a woman's feel to this place," Anta said, in a friendly voice as she shook Wilma's hand.
"Thank you, I'm just glad my boys enjoy the home we made together," Wilma said sweetly, as she rested her head on Julián's left shoulder.
"So... how do the two of you know my son?" Julián asked, while trying not to ogle the young women before him.
"Oh... we've got to know one another very intimately while he was in Cairo, didn't we Andrew?" Anta purred pulling him into her. "Where's your room?" she whispered in Arabic. Seeing Andrew nod behind him. "They wouldn't mind if you fucked us here would they?"
"I don't think so as long as the two of you keep it down. You know how vocal the two of you are," Andrew replied with a sly grin.
"It's not our fault Andrew," Carla cut in flashing him those green eyes of hers as she batted her eyelashes at him. "We can't help it that you have one of the most amazing cocks we've ever seen," she said, biting her lower lip as she pressed her body against his.
"Andrew? Just what are the three of you speaking in?" Julián asked, perplexed, he never knew his son could speak another language.
"Arabic," Anta cooed as she stared hungrily into Andrew's eyes. "Your son, Mr. McCain, is very talented with his tongue," she purred as her own curled out to tease his upper lip.
"Mmmhmm."
"I see... come dear, let's give them some privacy," Julián said, flashing his son a coy smile.
"Do keep the noise down Andy," Wilma said sternly, yet with a smile on her lips.
"Oh, we'll be the most gracious guests you've ever had," Carla said, smiling at Wilma.
Wilma held her tongue, she knew the only reason they were with her son was for that cock of his. She would keep her thoughts to herself until she saw that they were only using Andrew then she would make her displeasure known. So she only nodded to Carla, she didn't want Andrew to be upset with her.
"Come Andrew show me the lights of the city from your bedroom," Anta said, her ebony hair swayed against her back as she smiled at him as she tugged on his hand. Carla nodded along as they gently pulled on his arms towards the direction of his bedroom.
"Son?!" Julián called out to Andrew as he neared the door to his room mouthing 'Wow!'
"I know!" Andrew mouth back before adding, "See you in the morning Dad!"
"Oh my god!" Anta and Carla voiced in unison as their eyes surveyed the room as Andrew closed the door.
Andrew's eyes dipped low as he watched how their asses jiggled as they raced towards the windows. Pulling off his shirt, tossing it into the hamper, kicking off his shoes as they pressed their bodies against the glass.
"Look Anta! You can see the lights of Broadway from here?!" Carla said, pointing out the lights.
Andrew grinned coyly at their combined gasps as he stuck his hands beneath their dresses. Listening to their pants and whimpers as his fingers moved along their labia. Feeling their paradises welcoming him as his fingers breached the thresholds of their canals.
"Andrew," Anta whimpered softly as she pushed her ass out as did Carla to give him better access to their eager mounds.
"Yes Andrew, right there," Carla moaned lightly as she pressed her cheek against the glass.
"My, my ladies, you're already this hot and we're only getting started," Andrew said, in a low, deep voice. His eyes flickered over to Bast as she sat on the sill licking her paw staring at him. It wasn't a look of anger he saw in those green eyes of hers, but one of wondering amusement. He so wished he could recall what happened after Bast had spoken those words. Yet, all he got when he thought hard on the matter was a throbbing headache and a blank mind. Maybe, eventually, it will come back to him, until then Andrew was stuck wondering just what the hell happened between them.
"Andrew?!" They whimpered as the pads of his thumbs pressed against their brown eye.
Andrew had a sultry look on his face as they peered back at him. "Hmm?" he mused as he listened to the sound of their sex.
"Can we take it out?!" They said as one with doe-like eyes and quivering lips.
"Of course," Andrew said, trying not to burst out laughing at the display. It was amusing watching their false innocence falling away and the hungry little vixens he knew emerge. His cock twitched as Anta's 32A and Carla's 36B breasts presented themselves for his enjoyment as his blue-green eyes examined each orb. Watching Anta's and Carla's eyes flutter as his thumbs rolled Anta's light brown and Carla's pink nipples as their hips shook as they pushed their garments from their bodies. Their heels clicked on the floor of his room as they stepped out of their dresses. Their sultry, ravenous eyes stared up at him as they sank to their knees. Andrew wondered how it was with all the other Pharaohs and their harems. He personally never thought he would ever know what it was like. Like every man on the planet he thought it was nothing more than a fantasy. Something that he would ponder on when he would masturbate like any average guy would. Smiling at Anta as she kissed the palm of his hand as he caressed her right cheek as Carla's lips glided along his shaft.
Carla's green eyes quivered as she peered up at him as Andrew cradled her chin in his hand. His index finger lightly brushed along her cheek as Anta sated her desires on the heated rod that was currently lodged within her mouth. Carla panted as Andrew painted her lips in her saliva as he ran the pad of his finger along her supple lips. Her eyes always on his as she took over for Anta. And so, for the next ten minutes they passed his slick pole around between the two of them as they knelt on the floor of Andrew's bedroom. Their hands both working in time as they jacked him off while they shared a kiss between one another. He wasn't going to stop them; he just never took the two of them for being bisexual. It didn't make the sight before him any less erotic.
"Andrew," their voices spoke as one as Anta's left and Carla's right hand rested on the glass of the window as they peered back at him, "come show this city how you fuck us," they said, using their free hands to pull their cheeks apart to show Andrew just how red their little mounds were. Their whimpers filled the room as their asses jiggled as Andrew's hand smacked each cheek until they held a light red color to them.
"So... who wants to go first?" Andrew asked, he wasn't about to be on either's bad side. Smirking as they had to restart their game of rock, paper, scissors for the fourth time as he gently rolled their clits as he teased them to no end.
"Yes!" Carla said, in a low, excited whisper as she won the right to be first.
"Just not for long, I need to feel you deep in me, Andrew," Anta said, as she spread her dew laden lips while shaking her ass at him.
"After I've cum on it," Carla said, smiling wickedly at her friend. "Oh shit!" she hissed as Andrew eased the crown of his rod into her garden. She had forgotten just how big he was. Pressing her upper chest and right cheek against the window, her breath causing a light coating of fog to form on it before evaporating as her breasts slapped against the glass as Andrew thrust his rod deep into the core of her heat. As always when she was with Andrew she was nothing more than a mindless, moaning woman as his cock had a way of making her mind go blank as the head of his cock pounded her cervix. None of the men she's slept with before Andrew could ever even do that. She's never felt anything so deep within her hot little peach before if it wasn't a dildo. Squealing loudly as she felt her womb flare, sending down a torrent of her orgasmic juices.
"My turn!" Anta cried joyously as she thrust her arms over her head. "You like how wet my pussy is for this cock, don't you Andrew?" she purred over her right shoulder as she ran his wet mushroom top through her throbbing labia.
"Oh yeah," Andrew stated breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
"Pace yourself Andrew our night is only beginning," Anta cooed as she sank down upon that hard dagger of his. Her body quaked as her folds molded around Andrew's cock as it inched deeper into her quivering mound. Her resistance quickly began to crumble as his branch touched all the right places deep within that secret forest that lies in wait for the visitor that's been missing for so many days since he first left Egypt. "Oh Andrew!" Anta moaned as he hammered his rod into her. "That's it Andrew fuck me! I want this city to see how good you are at making my pussy flood," she panted as Andrew fucked her against the glass. Anta fought to keep herself from screaming out and disturbing Andrew's father and stepmother. Thrusting back onto his cock as her juice gushed out and landed in a wet splash on his floor. It was only because of Andrew's hands, which were cradling her breasts, that she remained standing due the force of her orgasm. Anta's brown eyes watched as Carla sauntered over to Andrew's bed.
"Andrew, Anta has had her turn," reaching behind spanking her ass, "it's my turn and I want to ride you on this bed," Carla purred, smirking coyly at him as he gazed at her. Smiling down at Andrew as she swung her leg over his lap. Staring hungrily down at his wet, cream coated cock as she was poised to return it back to the depths of her cunt.
By the end of two hours all three were panting and sweating as they laid exhausted on Andrew's bed. His cum leaking out of Carla and Anta as they rested their bodies, snuggled against his. Each smiling at the other as their hands couldn't get enough of the cock they both love.
"Andrew?" Anta's voice was soft and light on the air as her fingers trailed up his stomach.
"Hmm?" Andrew hummed as his chest heaved.
"Where's the shower in this place?" Carla asked, with a coy smile.
"Right there," Andrew said, matching her smile as he pointed at his bathroom door.
"You have your own bathroom!" Anta gasped. Leaping off the bed, her ass jiggling as she raced across the floor. "Oh my god! Carla you got to see this!" Her voice echoed out through the door as she surveyed Andrew's restroom.
"Holy! And I would have thought this place would be a pig sty," Carla giggled at the neat and clean bathroom she walked into. Watching Anta jumping out of the shower stall as all eight shower heads came on at once.
"Damn! That thing is intense!" Anta chuckled as she stood dripping wet in front of Carla.
"Towels are in there," Andrew said, pointing to the small closet as he stood in the doorway. Before Carla pulled him into the room and Anta pushed him into his own shower. Both women eyed him in a lustful light as he gestured for them to join him. A coy smile rose the corners of his lips as he reached behind him to turn on the water as his rod began to harden and lengthen.
That morning Andrew watched as Anta leaned against the counter and Carla poured herself a cup of coffee both wearing shirts that belonged to him. Anta in one of his favorite t-shirts, and Carla in one of his button down dress shirts. Anta had a teasing smile on her lips as she picked at her bagel as Andrew nibbled on his. Carla would flash him her bare ass every so often as they stood before him. However, their feet quickly carried them over to his side of the table and down into seats beside him as noise from his father's bedroom filled the air.
"Hello," Julián said, softly. Quickly tying his robe, feeling very self-conscious as the eyes of those twenty something women gazed at him. "Andrew I think you and I need to have a little talk about guest(s) who stay the night," he said, in a fatherly voice.
"We weren't too loud were we?!" Carla asked, worryingly. Placing her hand on Andrew's arm, as she peered at his father's back.
"Not... entirely," Wilma said, walking into the kitchen. "Good morning Andrew," she said, smiling sweetly at her son.
"Morning Mom," Andrew replied, returning her smile.
"We apologize if we kept the two of you from sleeping last night," Anta said, with a friendly smile as she slipped her hand into Andrew's lap. Flashing him a coy smirk as she teased his manhood beneath the table.
"So... tell me ladies, what do you do in Egypt?" Wilma asked, as she sat beside her husband having her morning cup of java.
"We're currently undergrads at the University," Carla said, truthfully.
"We also help Professor Sanders in her excavations," Anta said, noting how Andrew's father fought back the scowl at the name of her teacher.
"But how did the two of you get to know my son?" Julián asked, keeping his eyes on their faces and not on how pointy their nipples appeared to be.
"The first time I met Andrew here, was when I picked him up at the airport in Cairo. The Professor couldn't leave the site given the work that was being unearthed at the time. At first I thought he was nothing but a moody kid," Anta said, placing her hand on Andrew shoulder who shrugged. "But then..." Leaving out all the weirdness that surrounded the temple towards the end of the dig, "we kind of drew close once we left the temple dig site, and I was with him when we discovered the tomb in Giza."
"Really?!" Julián and Wilma said in unison.
"Mmmhmm," Anta nodded. "It was a sight too! With just the two of us down in there and no one clambering around. No teachers going on about what this or that meant. Just the coolness of the air, the glitter of all that gold, and Andrew beside me," Anta sighed in bliss as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, I wasn't there," shooting Anta a scornful look, "but your son and I too have grown close, haven't we Andrew?" Carla cooed as she turned his chin towards her.
"Yeah, kind of hard not to agree to that," Andrew answered with a smirk.
"We all heard your closeness last night," Wilma said, beneath her breath. Feeling her cheeks heat as Julián squeezed her leg beneath the table. Casting her eyes down, she shouldn't be jealous, yet she couldn't help it when it came to Andrew. After three years of acting then becoming his mother she only wanted the best for him.
"Well... we should go get ready to leave," Anta said, glancing over at Carla who nodded. Each giving Andrew a kiss on his cheeks before they held down the hems of their shirts as they walked quickly to his room. Wilma slapped her hand against Julián's shoulder as the bottom of Anta's ass peeked out as she left the room.
"What?!" Julián said, to which Wilma just rolled her eyes.
"Very nice Mr. McCain," Anta whistled as Julián walked out in his suit, one of many he wore to work, as she and Carla stood in the doorway saying their goodbyes. Smiling mischievously at Andrew's father as she noted his blushing cheeks.
"We can see where Andrew gets his looks from," Carla said, lightly flirting with Julián from over Andrew's left shoulder.
"Now ladies don't you go giving my husband a swelled ego," Wilma said, in a tsk-tsk voice as she sauntered out from her room wearing form fitting jeans and a light camisole beneath her sleeveless button down blouse. "That's my job," she cooed before passionately kissing her husband.
"See you at the museum later Andrew." They waved sweetly to him as they walked down the hall to the elevators.
"Really son, a threesome in my house?!" Julián said, in a disapprovingly fatherly voice, all the while his smile said otherwise.
"Could have joined if you wanted," Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders as he walked back to his room.
"Wait! What?!"
"I mean, you do let me have sex with your wife, Dad. It'd be rude if I didn't share too," Andrew said, smiling at his shocked father as he neared his bedroom door.
"Then I could have been getting fucked last night?!" Wilma nearly shouted. Which caused Julián to cast his wife a look to which Wilma quickly became red faced. "You know I haven't slept with Andy in a while," she said, softly.
"And you would have let me screw one of them?!" Andrew fought to contain his chuckle as they debated their now open relationship.
"Of course honey! You do allow your son to fuck me when I need it, and I want you to be happy honey, and I definitely want this to be happy too," Wilma purred as she softly caressed Julián's manhood as she stood in front of him. "It would be wrong of me to tell you that you couldn't stick this hard cock into whichever one of them while I was moaning like a whore on our son's cock."
"Really?! Huh?!" Julián's eyes shot to his son, wondering if those women were going to come back again anytime soon. If his wife was willing to let him experience other women, given that she has another cock that didn't belong to him, regardless if that cock belonged to his son or not; then who was he not to take what is offered?
"You're not upset are you?" Wilma asked, hoping that she hadn't put herself into the dog house. "You know I love you, and I know you love me. If your son is willing to share the women that come to his bed, I'm okay with you taking one of them to yours if you don't mind if I line his bed while you do," she said, staring into Julián's eyes.
"And you wouldn't get mad or jealous?" Julián asked, skeptically.
"Why would I? You aren't going home with them, you'll be coming back to our bed; and this will only be while those girls are in town," Wilma said, hoping this wasn't going to turn into something that would spiral out of control. "That is if they want to know how good the father of the man they're currently sleeping with is like," she said, kissing her husband like the way she knew would curl his toes. "Bye Andy, see you tonight," Wilma said, waving goodbye to him as she led her husband out the door.
A week had passed and Wilma started to notice how Alex was doing a tad more touching, casting him looks that she thought she didn't see, flashing her son a smile here and there. View of her open shirt when she leaned over him. It was irking her to no end! Not that her son knew that she was spying on him. Wilma just couldn't let her son go off with that woman without keeping an eye on him, when she didn't have class that is. Like she was doing at that very moment. Something about the way Alex was flaunting her body at her own son made her hackles rise. Fidgeting with the shawl that covered her head and her large dark sunglasses as they left the restaurant they were in. Following after them discreetly a few feet behind yet still within sight of her son on the crowded streets.
Her anger flared as she noted how Alex's fingers were interlaced with Andrew's. That was only for her! Not that woman! She gave him up when she left him and his father behind for those dusty bones she so loves. While she, in her loving light of the plight that the young Andrew at the time was facing, stepped up and became the mother that he had lost long ago. Her eyes burned with her anger behind her tinted lenses as that woman whispered something into her son's ear. Wilma equally didn't enjoy how that woman was slyly rubbing her breasts against her son as they stood waiting for the light to change. Then something, something so world rocking happened before her. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes went wide as she watched how Alex kissed her son! Her Andrew, the boy that would masturbate to her, was kissing... that woman! Shaking the thought from her mind, the kiss could be something innocent given that it was nothing more than a peck on the lips.
However, something about the way Alex stared at her son unnerved her. She wasn't about to let Alex have her son! Andrew was her son, the son she had helped raise for the past three years while she was in Cairo doing whatever it was Alex did there. If she didn't know any better, the signs she has been seeing were telling her that something more, something so immoral, was taking place between them and she meant to put an end to it. She was not going to give Andrew up to that woman!
Waiting a few moments before she ducked into the high end dress store they had stopped into after their lunch. Her eyes scanning the store as she pushed her way through the door. Her eyes darting about trying to find her Andrew amidst the sea of gowns. "Why is she even here?!" Wilma asked herself as she caught sight of Andrew.
"This one is nice, don't you think?" Wilma hid behind another rack of gowns her anger flared as they spoke in that language she couldn't fathom to which country it belonged too. Slipping into the gap at the center of the rack so she wouldn't stand out. Slyly pushing aside the clothing enough for her to peer at the two of them. Biting back her gasp as Andrew's hand rested on the small of Alex's back. "What about this one?" Wilma's grip on the fabric of the gowns tightened as her eyes wouldn't look away as Andrew's index finger brushed lightly along Alex's ass as she looked over at him as they viewed the gown. "Andrew." Wilma had no trouble understanding the want in Alex's voice or the bright blush that her cheeks held. "Not here, you know what that does to me." Wilma's blood was boiling as Alex leaned in and whispered to her son!
"How dare that bitch try to take my baby away!" Wilma growled in her mind. "I have to do something to keep that skank away from my boy!"
"I know, why do you think I do it?" Her fingers covered her lips, her eyes quivered at the sound of Andrew's voice. Noting how he looked at Alex, it wasn't like how he viewed her whenever she would walk into a room. A wicked smile formed on her lips knowing that Alex didn't hold his heart like she did. That the fact that he saw her more as his mother than he did Alex made her heart flutter at that realization.
"What do you think, good enough for a Queen?" Wilma puffed out her cheeks as Alex had reverted back to that strange language.
"No, I think this would be more in line with what they wore back then." Wilma arched an eyebrow as Andrew held up a dress -- if she could call it a dress -- to her it barely had enough material to even be called a dress.
"Absolutely not!" As much as Wilma hated to agree with Alex she had to do so on this point.
"Why not? All the women in Egypt went around pretty much topless most of the time?" Wilma fought back her giggle at how her son was putting Alex in a tight spot as she became red faced.
"I don't care if they walked around in the nude Andrew, I will not wear that!" Alex hissed as she pointed at the dress in Andrew's hand.
"Oh well, here I thought I'd have a Queen like in the old days." Wilma had no idea what he was saying yet she didn't need to, to know when her son was teasing. Whatever Andrew said it seemed to put a fire in Alex as she snatched the gown from him and put it back on the rack.
"We'll find something else more fitting," Alex said, in a forced tone.
"You're wearing it not me," Andrew said, offhandedly as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, but won't it be fun taking it off as well?" Alex purred. Wilma's hand flew to her mouth as those words settled on her shoulders.
"No! Don't tell me they fuck each other?! Please Andrew, please say it ain't so?!" Wilma pleaded silently with her son. Her hands ruffled the fabric as she knelt there as her mind raced. Unaware that Andrew and his mother had moved off to the fitting rooms once Alex had picked out a few gowns to wear for the openings in the five cities.
For the rest of that hour Wilma shadowed her son around the city until they finally arrived at Alex's hotel. Nearly running into Anta and Carla on the way in when she was keeping back to stay out of sight. She had wondered how she was going to learn Alex's room number. Those two gave her a way in and to put Alex in her place. The only mother that was going to fuck Andrew was her!
"Mrs... McCain, what are you doing here?" Carla asked, a little surprised by her sudden appearance and her odd attire.
"I-I-I wanted to speak with Alexandria alone about Andrew," Wilma said, her voice stammering as she did.
"What about Andrew?!" They both asked quickly stepping up to Wilma's side.
"I-I just wanted to make sure Andrew would be taken care of while he's on tour with her. I know I'm not his biological mother, yet these past three years Andrew has become like my own little boy," Wilma said, a single tear trailed down her cheek. She fought the smile from touching her lips at Anta's and Carla's combined 'Awe' as Wilma wiped away the tear. "I just want to make sure he's going to be taken care of while he's away from home."
"Of course!" Anta exclaimed.
"We completely understand," Carla said, to which Anta nodded.
"I think you know by now that Andrew is very..." Anta glanced over to Carla who nodded along, "special to us, or he's come to fill that role for us since we've grown to known him. So trust in us we will keep a very close eye on Andrew for you," Anta said, firmly.
"Oh thank you!" Wilma said, bringing Anta and Carla into a warm hug. "That does take a load off my mind, but still I think I need to speak with Alexandria about this."
"You're quite welcome," Carla said sweetly, as she lightly patted Wilma's back.
"Professor Sanders is in room 325," Anta said, as she pulled away. Wondering if Wilma and the Professor would become her mother-in-law soon given how she was growing to feel certain things for Andrew. Plus if she was truthful, she doubted she would ever find another cock like Andrew's. Sure there were bigger, thicker, and whatnot, but they could never measure up to Andrew's. There was just something about Andrew that kept him in the forefront of her mind, along with that strange pomegranate smell that was always around him, which only got stronger when he was aroused, which she found strange to say the least.
"Thank you ladies, why don't you come by some time before the big event; Julián and I would love to cook dinner for all of us," Wilma said, with a wide smile.
"Can we spend the night again?" They voiced their plea.
"And keep my baby wanting?! Perish the thought," Wilma said, waving them over with a warm smile.
"It's a date!"
"Now if you'll excuse me ladies it seems I must have a chat with Julián's ex-wife. Do call Andrew and let us know what day you'd like to set that up," Wilma said, waving shyly at them as she opened the hotel's front door.
There she stood in front of door 325. Her heart was in her throat as she listened closely to the sounds that were emanating from within the room. If she didn't know better it sounded like someone was sucking a cock.
"Yeah, that's what you've wanted all day isn't it?"
"Mmmhmm."
Wilma's hand went to her lips at the sound of Andrew's voice. "This is wrong, so damn wrong?! Yet, is it any different than what he and his father did with her?" she asked herself as she stood there listening like a pervert, feeling her mound getting wetter and wetter at the thought of Andrew's cock gliding along her lips and tongue. Before she could even think her hand rose and her knuckles rapped on the door.
[1] Thoth was the Egyptian god of wisdom and knowledge. Honored as the inventor of writing and the founder of branches of learning such as art, astronomy, medicine, law, and magic, he was the patron god of scribes.
[2] Merneptah -- fourth Pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty. Thirteenth son of Rameses II.
[3] Sobek was also associated with pharaonic power, fertility, and military prowess, but served additionally as a protective deity with apotropaic qualities, invoked particularly for protection against the dangers presented by the Nile.
[4] Pi-Ramesses -- New Kingdom capital renamed Tanis after its relocation.
[5] Located at the north-western part of the country.
[6] Psusennes- Pharaoh of the 21st Dynasty. Also known as the Silver Pharaoh given how his sarcophagus was made entirely of silver.
[7] Menes -- first Pharaoh of Egypt.
[8] Pepi II -- last ruler of the Old Kingdom before the First Intermediate Period.
[9] Atum was known as the God of Creation also known as Ra.
[10] Maʽat -- is the goddess of truth, balance, order, harmony, law, morality, and justice. Maat was also the goddess who personified these concepts, and regulated the stars, seasons, and the actions of mortals and the deities who had brought order from chaos at the moment of creation.
[11] Apep also known as Apophis he's the ancient Egyptian deity who embodied chaos.
[12] A part of the Matrouh Governorate.
[13] Akhenaten -- 10th ruler of the 18th dynasty.
[14] Nefertiti -- Akhenaten's Queen, mother of Tutankhamen, and Pharaoh.
[15] Thinis (This or Tjenu) - was the capital city of the first dynasties of ancient Egypt. It remains undiscovered.
[16] The religious and political capital of upper Egypt at the end of prehistoric Egypt. Also contains the oldest known tomb dating back to 3500-3200 BC.
[17] The sixth pharaoh of the 21st dynasty, one of the most powerful rulers at the time after Psusennes.
[18] The fifth pharaoh of the 21st dynasty, and the first Pharaoh of Meshwesh (Ancient Libya).
[19] Ammit (devourer of the dead) -- is an Egyptian demoness and goddess with the body of a lion, hippopotamus, and crocodile.
[20] Ra's solar barge, also known as Mandjet.
[21] Egyptian land of the dead.
[22] It's the oldest depiction of sex on record dating back to 1292-1075 BC.
[23] Wife to Sneferu and mother of Khufu. In this story also mother to Onouphrios.
[24] Was the fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt.
[25] Hatshepsut's vizier.
