Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

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Trouble in New York -- The Struggle​

Wilma stood nervously in front of the door as she heard the rustling within the room. She had no idea what she was going to say to Andrew. How was she going to explain how or why she was there. "God! Why did I even follow him!" Wilma berated herself in her mind. She was about to flee back towards the elevator only to have the door open ending her war of worry.

"Oh, it's you," Alex (Alexandria was her given name she liked to go by Alex), said with scorn. "What do you want?" she asked, holding her robe closed.

Her face grew flushed, her tongue grew still as that talkative muscle failed her in her time of need. Growling in her mind when too much time had passed for her to make some sly retort. "I'm here for my son," Wilma stated smirking wickedly at Alex's fuming look.

"Andy is my son! Not yours!" Alex growled as her grip tightened on the lip of the door as she stared at Julián's new wife.

"Then why does my boy look at me like I am his mother, and you nothing more than his cock sucking whore," Wilma said, going in for the kill. "Now let me in, or I'll inform the authorities of what you've been doing with my son. I wonder how those professors at that University will take the news..." Seeing a hand touching Alex's shoulder as she looked to the left of her.

"One: don't call my mother that. Two: don't threaten her, ever!" Andrew stated as he filled the space his mother once occupied. Noting how Wilma's eyes ran down his bare chest. While he grew to understand why his mother left, even if the gods might have had a hand in it, he hasn't forgiven her for it. Still, that didn't mean he was going to let anyone, even Wilma, talk to her like that.

"But..."

"Are we clear on that, Mom? Yes I do look at you like that; she is still my mom too. You wouldn't want someone calling you that and I wouldn't enjoy hearing anyone calling you that," Andrew stated as Wilma dropped her chin in her embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Andy, it's just... I think of you..." Feeling his fingers lifting her chin so her gaze fell upon his.

"I know, and I know how much you've made Dad happy. That I can't ever thank you enough for, he was... very depressed for the five years before he met you," seeing his mother's wide eyes at the news, "then you came into our lives, and Dad... it was like you were a ray of light that pierced the darkness that invaded his life," Andrew said, seeing her grey eyes quivering as he spoke those words.

"Oh Andy," Wilma sighed dreamily.

"So I have to ask, why are you here?"

"Umm..." Her cheeks rapidly heated, "I was jealous. I don't want... her, taking you away from me," Wilma said, her eyes glancing to the left shooting a look of scorn at Andrew's mother.

"You're my Mom, you have to know that wasn't going to happen," Andrew said, peering out the corner of his eye seeing the scowl on his mother's lips.

"Then let your mom take care of you," Wilma said, gently laying her hands on his chest. Watching how his eyebrow rose as she said the word. "I know how to please you far better than that woman can, you know this," she stated in a lustful tone.

"Andy?! How you been fucking that... thing," Alex hissed.

"Thing!" Pushing Andrew aside and barging through the door. "I am not a thing!" Wilma growled standing nose to nose with Alex. "I'll have you know I can please my son far better than you could ever do!" she hissed as she poked Alex in her chest. Hearing the door closing behind her. "I'll show you who my Andy likes better," Wilma said spitefully, turning on her heel. Marching up to Andrew, her grey eyes filled with determination seeing the indecision in his blue-green eyes as she squatted down in front of him. "Don't worry baby, your mother is here," she purred winking up him as she undid the zipper of his pants.

Alex stared in shock as she watched wide eyed as Wilma glided her lips along the side of his cock. Her hand softly kneaded the upper quarter of Andrew's cock as Wilma ran her tongue along the rest of her son's length. "Andy! I can't believe you're allowing this... woman to touch you?!" Alex said, in shock.

"What? She's my Mom," Andrew said, stating the obvious.

"But Andy!" Alex pouted. Her 32C breasts bounced as she hopped lightly, her dark red hair floated in the air as she acted like a child not wishing to share her favorite toy. Her sky-blue eyes pleaded with her son to stop this. To send the woman away and ravish her on her hotel bed like she had been planning all day.

"You are my mother too, this is the life you left me," Andrew said, groaning in bliss.

"You like it when I please this cock, don't you Andrew," Wilma cooed in a wanton whisper.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew hummed.

"The hell you do!" Alex growled. Her arms pumped as she stomped over to her son. Sinking to her knees, gently but forcibly taking her son's manhood from Wilma. "This is how you please my son, you cock whore," she sneered, looking up at her son as she felt the hard tap on top of her head.

"No more name calling!" Andrew commanded as he looked down at the two of them.

"Yes my Pharaoh," Alex said, in ancient Egyptian. "Your Queen will heed your command," she purred as her hand slowly stroked her son's cock. Her eyes staring up into his as her tongue ran along the tip of his cock. "I'll always heed your commands, as long your Queen always gets this." Her eyes lustered as her lips slid down his shaft as she pleased the man that had ignited something she thought she had lost for eight years. The feeling of being a woman, a woman who has felt the fires of want and lust. Who's felt the feel of a man making her feel desired and worshiped as he made her body quake in orgasmic bliss.

Wilma puffed out her cheeks at the strange language that Alex spoke in and that Andrew seemed to understand. "I don't know about her," shooting Alex a look, "but for you, Andy," her hand ran down his right thigh, "I shall keep my thoughts to myself about her," Wilma said, lovingly. "And that isn't how you suck my baby's cock," she stated pushing Alex off Andrew's glistening root. Her eyes burned in her satisfaction at his reaction as her head rocked along his length. Although, she did wish Andrew didn't enjoy how Alex sucked him off as much as it appeared he did.

"Dad can never find out about this," Andrew said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I promise Julián will never hear that you've made your mother your..." Biting her tongue to keep from calling Alex a slut, "I know she's still a sore subject with him and I would never hurt you," Wilma said, in a motherly voice. "Now how about you take your mother to bed, this must be hard on her old knees," she uttered smirking wickedly as Alex gagged on her son's cock.

"You must not enjoy fucking her from behind like you do with me as she must have a boney ass given is minuscule size," Alex retorted as she pressed her body against his. "Doesn't my ass feel better in your hand than hers?" she asked, placing his left hand on her right ass cheek. Biting her lip as he teased it just like he always did.

"That's not true is it Andy?!" Wilma asked, in a pouting voice. "You like it when my ass bounces when you take me from behind," she cooed as she pressed her chest against him. Casting a glance at Alex as her hand met hers as they both instinctively were jacking their son off.

"I do like watching it bounce," Andrew nodded, "both of yours," he quickly added as he looked between the two of them.

"Then prove it," Alex said, with a libidinous smile. Feeling her son's pole swelling at the idea in her hand.

"Yes, I have to agree, you must prove it," Wilma said, nodding in support. While she wasn't happy about being in a threesome with Alex, yet she would do anything to please her darling son. Her shirt rose as she walked towards Alex's hotel bed. "Come along Andy, you shouldn't keep your mother waiting," Wilma said, from over her shoulder as she dropped her bra to the floor.

"Yes," backing away from her son, "you certainly can't keep your mother, your real mother, waiting," Alex purred as her hands tugged on the ends of her belt. Loving how her son's eyes ran up and down her body as she pushed her robe from her shoulders. Watching his cock flex as she displayed her body to her lover. Noting how Andrew's eyes were on her ass as she shook it just for him as she walked to her bed. Climbing on to the bed, propping herself up on her right arm and resting on her knees. Reaching back with her left arm, peering back at her son as her hand ran along her left ass cheek before spreading it so her son could see how red, how aroused she has been all day long. "Come over here baby and slip that cock into your mother's hot, wet pussy," Alex said in a wanton purr. Looking over as Wilma smacked her ass, "Don't you get used to this, my baby's cock is made for my pussy."

"We'll see, won't we," Wilma said, in a challenging voice.

"Mmm, yes baby, that's what I've been longing for," Alex cooed as she felt her son's rod inching into her molten core.

"You better not leave..." Wilma gasped as Andrew plunged two fingers into her wet cunt. "You like how my pussy feels, don't you Andy?" she asked, as she thrusted back on his fingers. Her eyebrow twitched at Alex's moans as Andrew hammered the point of his sword home.

"Fuck Andy! You feel so good in me!" Alex screamed out in bliss as her folds clamped down on her son's pole.

"My turn Andy, you can't keep me waiting," Wilma pouted over her shoulder. Listening to the slickness of Alex's sex as Andrew eased out of his mother's peach. She so wasn't enjoying the blissful look on Alex's face as her body quaked. "You better fuck your better mother better than her," Wilma said, wiggling her ass as her stepson. "Fuck!" she squealed as Andrew rammed his hard rod deep into her molten core. Her teeth pulled on the covers, her legs beating against the bed as her cunt tried to accommodate Andrew's ten and half inch cock. "Oh God! Yes Andy, fuck me!" Wilma growled in want before her body convulsed as her climax raced through her body.

"Come here baby," Alex purred, her finger beckoned her son to her. Her nose wiggled as she smelled Wilma's sex on the recirculated air, her eyes glanced down seeing it dripping down onto her bed. "You're Queen isn't nearly satisfied yet," she cooed in ancient Egyptian as she laid on her side. Her sky-blue eyes followed her son as he moved towards where she laid. Biting her lip as Andrew took hold of her right leg and holding it against his chest. "Look at it baby," holding her son's slick cock against her mon Venus, "look how big you are inside of your mother," Alex purred, her nails lightly trailed up her son's rod. "Let's put you back inside my hot, eager pussy," she said, guiding his manhood back to where it belonged. Moaning loudly as that hard pole glided into her liquefied mound. "Yes baby, you feel so... fuck yes!" Alex screamed out as Andrew hammered his cock home. Her fingers rubbed her clit, her eyes gazed at her son in a predatory light. Her 32C breasts swayed with every thrust of Andrew's hips. "Mmmhmm, fuck me baby, fuck me hard," she growled, her right hand tightly gripping the edge of the bed.

Her breath grew rapid, her stomach rolled, foretelling of what was about to come. One of the biggest orgasms she's waited all day for crashed upon her soul. Her head jerked, her eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head. "Andrew!" Alex howled as he slammed the base of his cock deep into her cunt. Her nectar surged out of her peach; her thighs trembled. Gasping as Andrew withdrew slightly and slammed his rod back home. "Oh fuck, oh fuck.... mmmhmm," she hummed, sucking on her lower lip. Her eyes stared hungrily at her son, her mouth hung open, her tongue curled out. Thrusting against his hips adding her own skill to take all of her son into her womanhood. Where if she was lucky would be the one place it would always find it's resting place.

"No fair! She's already came. It's my turn!" Wilma pouted. Not caring what Alex thought, swing her leg over her body, presenting her ever welcoming pussy to her darling stepson. Smiling wickedly down at Alex as she heard Andrew pulling his member from Alex's spent cunt. Reaching between her legs, guiding Andrew's cock back to where it belonged -- deep inside of her. "That's it baby, fuck your mother. Make my pussy paint that cock in its cream," Wilma purred peering over her shoulder.

And so, the battle of the mothers continued on for another solid hour. Until Andrew found himself exhausted, panting for air, his cock deflated beyond their means of enticement... at least for a few hours. Sweat glistened on his skin, weakly peering down his chest. Arching an eyebrow as he watched his mother and stepmother fight for every drop of his sperm that marred their bodies. His head thumped on the bed, rolling his eyes at the display. Andrew just didn't think he would have had a threesome with the two of them in the mix. Given his stepmother's attitude towards his mother. Nonetheless it appeared he was wrong as evidenced by the two of them wrestling and licking each other's bodies clean of his seed. If he wasn't so spent he knew the sight before him would get a rise out of his very used cock. Although he did wish he had a camera to record this moment.

"Andy," Alex purred in a satisfied tone. "Tell me, I was the better one, you liked fucking me the most, didn't you?"

"Andy did not like fucking you, he enjoyed his new mother the best, didn't you?" Wilma asked, shooting daggers at Alex.

"I am so not answering that," Andrew said, in a tired voice.

"Please baby, you know my pussy was better than hers," Alex cooed her fingers walked up his leg as her body inched higher along his.

"Nah-uh, you liked mine more than hers, after all I am over ten years younger than she is," Wilma cooed, pressing her 36B breasts into Andrew's chest. Her cunt throbbed just like it always did when she was fucked by that orgasmic cock of his. She always loved how it made her pussy wet hours afterwards. "You know my little kitty can tighten up faster than hers can," Wilma said, shooting Alex a taunting smirk.

"Hmpf!" Alex huffed, turning her nose up at Julián's wife. "Unlike you, I can actually take all of my baby's nice hard cock," she shot back. Smirking wickedly at Wilma as she fumed knowing it was the truth.

"Don't you have old bones to fiddle with?" Wilma asked, a little irked that Alex's words rang true. It wasn't her fault that she could only handle eight inches of Andrew's hard tool. A smile spreading along her lips as Alex sighed.

"Baby, don't you fuck her more than you do me," Alex said, as they stood in the lobby of the hotel. Standing close to her son, her fingers lightly tugged on Andrew's shirt. Her cheeks heated as those confident, alluring blue-green eyes of his gazed at her. She might have given up her title as his mother years ago. She wasn't about to lose the one she now held as her son's lover, at least not to Julián's new wife. "Because you know how much I love you," Alex said softly, her sky-blue eyes glanced up, biting her lip as the lights of the lobby played along his lightened crimson hair that he had earned under the Egyptian sun. "So you best not fall for her, I'd be very hurt to know that I'm not enough woman for you," she said, stepping closer to Andrew. "Your Queen shouldn't have to fight off your royal harem for time with her Pharaoh," Alex spoke in a sultry tone in ancient Egyptian. "The Princess of Egypt should have a higher standing in the Pharaoh's life than.... her," she stated, her eyes flickered over Andrew's right shoulder centering on Wilma.

"You're not going to let this princess thing go are you?" Andrew asked, feeling his mother's breath on his lips.

"Nope," Alex uttered her lips smacked as she spoke the word. "I am forever more your Queen, my Pharaoh," she said, her hands lightly ran down her son's arms. Lightly placing a kiss on her son's lips as she noted the car she had ordered pulling up from the corner of her eye. "I'll call later, be good baby," Alex cooed her fingertips lightly ran along his manhood as she passed.

"Come Andy, let's go home," Wilma said sweetly, stepping up to his side.

Two weeks before the grand opening...

"What do you think of this dress Andrew?" Carla asked, slowly spinning around showing off the elegant dinner dress to Andrew's viewing pleasure. Her brown hair twirled in the air as she did. Recounting the time he had fucked her against the window in his penthouse bedroom. A room, she might add, that was larger than her whole apartment back in Cairo if you included his bathroom into the floor plan. She couldn't imagine what it was like to come up with the wealth that he lived in. True, when they first met Andrew did come off as a spoiled rich kid, yet as she learned of what had transpired between his mother and himself, along with what he had done for his father during the years away from his mother. She began to grow very fond of Andrew. Carla knew that Anta had feelings for him as well, and when he hadn't taken advantage of them during the whole weirdness at the dig site that was going on. That just drew her more towards Andrew and how she wanted to be in his life.

"What about mine, Andrew?" Anta inquired, peering at him in the mirror as her hands ran down the front of the light pink, fitted, lace knee length, cocktail dress. Knowing the nipple tape was doing wonders to hold up the dress with her only having 32A breasts. Although, she did love how Andrew caressed her orbs. The way his lips felt upon her skin, how his tongue teased her nipples. Her ebony hair brushed along her caramel skin as she peered over her left shoulder. Giving her ass a little shake knowing that if she went with this dress she would be going commando that night. It's the least she could do given how Andrew was paying for the dresses. Plus if she could sneak him away from the party, Anta couldn't think of a better thank you than fucking Andrew in the stairwell of the museum.

"You two look very lovely in those dresses," Andrew said, smiling at them as he sat in the middle of the row of chairs the shop had set out for just that very reason.

"You sure you don't mind paying for these? They are very expensive," Anta cooed, showing off her silhouette to him once she turned to the left.

"No, I don't mind," Andrew answered, after all he just made one hundred thirty-nine million, five hundred thousand dollars in finder's fees for the tonnage of gold that was in that secret compartment. The Egyptian government had transferred the money into his account just two days ago. He suspected it was Isis's doing. Given how Egypt's Delegate to the U.N. had shown up on his doorstep one early morning praising him for uncovering more lost history of his people. He, however, could have done without the wet kisses the man planted on his cheeks as he went about his worship of him. Andrew rightly didn't know what he was going to do with half a billion dollars. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the sands of Egypt would uncover their hidden riches should he ever need it. "What's the point of being rich beyond imagine if I can't spend it on two gorgeous women, hmm?" Andrew hummed, smiling sinfully at them, his index finger pressed into his cheek, his middle finger lined his upper lip as he rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair. The light glinted off the ankh of the ring, feeling its ancient power flowing through his body.

His eyes followed their swaying hips, their bodies spoke of the hunger that burned in them to his eyes. Traveling up their bodies, their smiles were filled with desire whilst they gazed down at him. His eyes held a mischievous light as Anta and Carla bent over. Each of their hands ran along the armrests of his seat while their other ran up the inside of his thighs.

"You think we're gorgeous?" They both asked in unison.

"Of course, I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think so," Andrew replied, glancing down as their hands cupped his manhood.

"Then you won't mind if we take care of you too?" Carla purred to which Anta nodded along.

"Have I ever turned either one of you down?" Andrew asked, with a coy smile.

"No, but we have thought, given everything that has happened; the fame you have garnered from the finds you have unearthed, and the money that came with it, that you wouldn't be interested in two post-graduates from Cairo. After all, soon you'll be here and we'll be in London," Anta said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. Her body trembled; her skin heated as his index finger pressed on the underside of her chin, Andrew's thumb touched lightly on her chin below her lower lip. Those blue-green eyes of his staring into her brown ones. She didn't let on that she noted a strange blue light in his pupils. Her heart fluttered as he flashed her that smile of his.

"Did my mother not tell you?" Andrew asked, brushing his thumb along Anta's lower lip.

"Tell us what Andrew?" Carla inquired, her core heating as she felt Andrew's manhood growing against the palm of her hand. The scent of pomegranates filled her nose, she didn't know why the scent always got stronger when he was aroused. Every time she inhaled it, it made her want Andrew all the more. Anta had the same feeling. They had spoken at length about it while he and his mother were in Egypt finding Akhenaten and Nefertiti. She still couldn't believe he had actually done it. She and Anta had watched the video Bill had uploaded to their Department's Dropbox, yet even with video proof showing Andrew knew exactly where their bodies were Carla still couldn't believe what her eyes were showing her.

"That I'm coming along with you once the exhibit leaves for London," Andrew stated running this fingertips up Carla's neck. Seeing the lust in her eyes, his gaze glanced down, peering down Carla's dress and ogling the tops 36B breasts.

"Is that true Andrew?!" They spoke as one.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew hummed.

"What about all the other museums?!" Anta asked, inching forward. Eager to spend as much time with him as she could. Ever since they had first gotten back from the temple dig and when she found Abasi was indeed stepping out on her. She never once looked back at being with Andrew; and she loved every minute of it. Especially riding that cock of his, feeling her mound heating at the thought of it being back deep inside of her.

"I'll be there, then I'll be going with you back to the dig site after the one in Cairo," Andrew said, his mind pondering on how he would peel that dress off of Anta.

"So then, say when we're in London, Rome, Paris, that maybe you'll want to explore the sights with us?" Anta asked with Carla nodding along, the tips of her fingers ran up Andrew's right forearm then down. A touch so intimate no words needed to be spoke between them.

"Miss out on being seen with two hot college ladies, not a chance," Andrew replied with a coy smirk. "Now I think shoes are in order, don't you?" Seeing movement out of the corner of his right eye.

"I know the perfect pair to get, don't you go anywhere," Carla purred, her fingertips ran along his jawline.

Andrew's eyes followed after Carla and Anta, his eyes falling on their asses watching how they put some swagger into them. His gaze ran up their legs as they walked towards the shoe section of the high end department store. Turning his head, noting the surprised looks on the girls' faces who used to attend the same high school as he did.

"Can I help you? Staring is very rude," Andrew said, aloofly.

"Andrew, what are you doing here?" Abigale asked, stepping forward along with her clique of friends, who tagged along everywhere she went.

"Shopping, obviously," Andrew said, indifferently.

"But this place is out..."

"You really shouldn't judge people on how much money a person -- or in your case your mommy -- has, and what wealth I have isn't really any of your business Abigale," Andrew said, his blue-green eyes darkened as he stared at his former girlfriend, who'd left him all because his father didn't make enough money for her taste. Noting how her eyes glanced down, zeroing in on the outline of his cock that Anta and Carla had awoken.

"I saw, you've been making the headlines lately," Abigale stated ignoring his remark.

"Listen, take the hint, we aren't together anymore, you saw to that," Andrew said, waving her off. Sighing as she sat down beside him.

"Andrew," laying her hand on his forearm, "I am sorry about that. I shouldn't have left you because of how much your father makes," Abigale uttered slyly noting how one of her friends' hand snapped a picture of the outline of Andrew's cock. "What're you doing two nights from now?" she asked, trying not to glance down. Yet the curiosity was getting the better of her. She didn't remember Andrew being so big when she sucked him off a year ago when they were dating, nor did he have that strange scent drifting around him either.

"Nothing at the moment, why?" Andrew asked, arching an eyebrow as he peered at her.

"Then how about you coming with me to a party, I know you'll just love it?!" Abigale exclaimed, looking over at her friends who were snapping photos of the two of them. "Everyone will be there."

"I think I'll pass," Andrew spoke wishing that they would just leave.

"Andrew don't say that!" Taking hold of his arm, "I know I didn't leave on a good note with you. But that didn't mean I didn't like hanging out with you, I still would you know before I have to go off to college," Abigale said, with her best puppy dog eyes in her arsenal.

"You should go Andrew," Carla said, "have a little fun before we jet off to London," she stated for effect.

"Yes, do go, and come back horny so you can fuck me," Anta said, her brown eyes burned into his body. The shoe boxes she had chosen to go with the three other dresses they were going to pick out were neatly tucked under her arms. "After all, you do like it when I ride that hard..." Looking to her left when Carla nudge her in the ribs. "I'm so sorry I didn't see you there," Anta said, her eyes burned murderously at the girl beside Andrew.

"Andrew... who are these... girls?" Abigale asked, knowing he would rather be with her given how she was hotter and wealthier than the two across from her.

"My friends..."

"Andrew, I think, well, I know, all three of us are more than just friends," Carla said, with a sultry smirk. Her hips swayed; her green eyes burned with hunger as she set the boxes onto the chair at the end of the row. "After all, we both know how good you feel inside of me," she cooed, her fingertips trailed along his jaw. "Come on Anta, we have more dresses to pick out," Carla said, winking at him before walking off to browse through more of their more finer dresses.

Andrew sucked in a loud gasped as Anta's hand took hold of his cock. "You see this?!" Shaking Andrew's covered manhood in Abigale's face. "This is our cock, we'll let you have a spin, if you drop the act that we both know you're putting on." Her eyes were on Abigale as she passionately kissed Andrew. Noting how Abigale was lightly smacking her lips, her eyes couldn't look away from what she was holding in her hand. "You want to put this cock in her tight pussy, don't you baby?" Anta purred her nose rubbed against the side of his. "I'm fine with sharing, Andrew, just make sure I get my dicking too." Her wanton, whisper filled his ear as her lips brushed along it. The pads of her fingers skimmed along the length of his cock, blowing him a kiss before joining Carla in her browsing.

Andrew noted how Abigale was still peering down at his cock. "Hey," his finger filling her view, "my face is up here you know?"

"Yeah, but your cock is down there," Abigale muttered stupefied. She's never seen one so big, while she might haven't had sex before, she on the other hand has given numerous blowjobs, and allowed the boys she was interested in have a taste of her pussy. However, she wasn't easy, expensive and high maintenance yes, but she wasn't easy.

"Here, I know what you want." Andrew's voice sounded so far away to her. Feeling how he took hold of her wrist and brought it over the armrest of the chair. Her face grew hot the moment he laid her hand down upon that hard, throbbing cock that was hidden deep within his jeans. "That is what you wanted, no?" Andrew asked, pulling his hand away from hers. Abigale could only nod as her hand ran down the length of his ten and a half inch rod.

"Please Andrew, it would really mean a lot if you came to the party," Abigale pleaded, her hand still hadn't let go of her former boyfriend's cock. She had no idea why that sweet smell was getting stronger, the only thing she knew was that she wanted to taste it, maybe, just maybe, be the first real cock she's had in her.

"Oh? Is that so?" Andrew cooed leaning on his elbow. His eyes glanced down noting how her hand was moving slowly along his shaft.

"Abigale, we need to go, you know we're supposed to meet Albert and his friends," Janet said, from the middle of the group. She tried not to look, yet her eyes always found a way to find themselves centered on Abigale's hand. Swallowing hard, feeling her mouth water wondering what it would feel like in her mouth. Wondering if he'd let her sit on it. If it was as big as she thought it was, then none, and she meant none, of the boys she's slept with will ever make her feel full ever again if she got her chance to sit on it. Arching an eyebrow when she noted the look on Abigale's face. It was as if she didn't want to leave Andrew's side, or she had chosen wrong when she began to hook up with Albert.

"Right," Abigale said, sighing into her mind. Pulling a scrap piece of paper from her purse. Quickly writing down her number in case Andrew had forgotten it. Slipping it into his hand, leaning forward, her nose trailed along his cheek. Her breath hot in his ear, "Call me, Andrew, do come to the party. I'll make it worth it," she whispered in a sultry tone before getting up from her seat. Peering back at him before the sea of clothes hid him from her view.

"So Andrew who was that?" Carla asked, Anta nodded along as they carried four different dresses in their arms for the four other cities they would be visiting.

"Just someone I used to know," Andrew muttered slipping Abigale's number into his pocket.

"Did the two of you fuck?" Anta asked, in a crude manner hanging up her selection of dresses. "So you just dated?" she inquired when Andrew shook his head. "Does she know about what you've been doing?"

"Only what she's read in the news," Andrew admitted.

"You planning on telling her?" Carla asked, looking over at him as she stood in the doorway of the open changing room.

"No."

"But you are planning to fuck her, aren't you?" Anta spoke with a devilish grin on her face.

"Maybe..." His blue-green eyes flickered to the right as Carla walked towards him. Her hands pressed down on the armrest while she loomed over him.

"But if you fuck her, what happens to us? Are you going to toss us away?" Carla asked, her green eyes pleaded hoping that wasn't the case.

"What? What gave you that idea?" Andrew asked, a little taken aback. Feeling his cock flex as Carla's ass glided along its length.

"Well... you fuck us," gesturing to Anta, "you fuck your stepmother," a smirk flashed along her lips at his questioning eyes, "and not only do you fuck all of us, you even," leaning in, her lips a hair's breath away from his ear, "fuck your very own mother," Carla whispered low so no one would overhear. "How was a threesome with them? You weren't very quiet Andrew," Anta nodded along, "it's okay, we aren't going to tell anyone Andrew. So I have to ask, why so many women? It's almost like you're building a harem, like they used to have in ancient Egypt."

"Even if I told you why, you two would never believe it," Andrew said, offhandedly. Seeing that evil smirk of Carla's when she rubbed her ass up and down his cock.

"Tell us anyway," Anta stated, placing her hands on her hips.

"Bast blessed me with being wanted by women along with a few other things," Andrew said, seeing the doubt in their eyes. "Told you wouldn't believe me."

"So we're attracted to you because of some blessing?" Carla asked, her anger touching her words.

"I can't say," Andrew shrugged, "just like how the two of you can't explain why the two of you, along with the rest, were doing what you did at the dig."

"Yet... you weren't affected like we were?" Anta spoke thinking back to that day; it was all a blur still. All she could remember was being fucked, repeatedly. In the fog of her memories, she never once saw Andrew among them during all that weirdness. "Why weren't you?"

"The Hell if I know, I can barely deal with this," the light of the department store flashed across his ring, "I can't even begin to speculate on what the hell went on at the dig site."

"Then how did you know there was a tomb beneath the Sphinx and where Akhenaten and Nefertiti were located?" Carla asked, to which Anta nodded very vehemently that she too would like an answer to that question. "I can understand maybe one find you stumbled upon but not three, and one so obscure that no one, I mean no one, thought to even look in the Qattara Depression! So tell us, we're very close aren't we Andrew?" she asked, in a small, cute voice while her fingers plucked lightly at his t-shirt. "Then you can tell us why and how you knew where to find them."

"I know where everything is because..." Chewing on his lip, wondering how much to tell them.

"Tell us Andrew," Anta said, hurrying over to them. Sliding down onto his left leg, glancing down wishing it was her that was resting on that cock of his. "Won't telling us be better than holding it in?" she asked, batting her beautiful brown eyes at him.

"Come on, we haven't spilt your little secret yet, you can trust us," Carla said, lying her arm along his shoulders and snuggling into his chest.

"The reason I know where every little thing is under the sands of Egypt is because... I. Am. Pharaoh," Andrew said, in all seriousness. Noting how Carla and Anta fell into each other's arms laughing just like how his mother had done when he told them.

"Come on, seriously, tell us," Anta said, wiping away a tear.

"I just did, not my fault you don't believe me. I did say you wouldn't," Andrew muttered leaning back in his seat.

"You actually believe you're Pharaoh?" Carla asked, with a quizzical look.

"I don't believe, I know I am Pharaoh," Andrew stated forcibly.

"Who was the second Pharaoh of the first dynasty?' Anta asked, testing his knowledge.

"Hor-Aha," Andrew answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"How did King Tutt really die?" Carla asked, crossing her arms.

"Genetic disorder caused by inbreeding, that was the true cause of his death, the knife in his back didn't help matters. But at the moment the assassin slipped the dagger in his back, King Tutt's heart gave out. He was pretty much dead on his feet as the saying goes." Noticing how Anta and Carla were glancing at each other. "Do you need more proof?

"The Lost Labyrinth Of Egypt, do you know what and where it is?" Anta asked, she had only heard it mention a few times when she had stumbled upon her professors talking. She didn't know if it was real or not.

"Yes and yes. And no, I will not take you," Andrew said, looking at Anta.

"Why not?! You take your mom to the Qattara Depression, uncover where Akhenaten and Nefertiti rest, and then as if that wasn't enough for one day you have to go and find Thinis!" Anta said, throwing up her arms.

"Because you would die," Andrew said, truthfully.

"You aren't joking, you really think I or anyone else would die in that place," Anta spoke greatly touched that he would care enough about warning her as Andrew nodded.

"What about the Sphinx of Israel?" Carla inquired. "Why would the Pharaoh have it sent there?"

"The what? Never heard of it, I'm sure it was sent as a gift to someone and it didn't make it," Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders. "Anything else?"

"Just one, Andrew," Anta spoke taking on a tone of seriousness, "where is the Lost Land Of Punt?"

"You really want to know?" Andrew asked, with a pointed look as Anta nodded vehemently her answer. "The land of Punt encompasses the southeast tip of Libya, the southwest tip of Egypt, half of the northern area of Sudan and Chad as they are now known."

"Then why can't anyone find evidence of their kingdom?" Carla asked, knowing Punt was Anta's doctorate thesis which she's been working on for the past four years.

"Because Punt is cursed, has been so since the end of the First Intermediate Period," Andrew said, with this far off look in his eyes. Shaking out of the funk, "That's all I have, seems whatever Punt was and its people are blocked from me," he stated scratching his head when everything else came as a clear day, yet any knowledge on Punt was a murky mess.

"Andrew curses aren't real," Anta huffed in that scientific voice of hers.

"And having all the knowledge of the Pharaoh's shouldn't be real, but it is. So if Punt is cursed it's best just to let sleeping dogs lie, alright?"

"But... I was hoping that we could find it together, like how you and your mom uncovered so many things," Anta pouted.

"If Anta gets Punt, then you have to help me find the labyrinth," Carla said, nodding her head sternly.

Andrew ran his hand down his face. Groaning in his mind when they would be the death of him. How was he even going to do any of that?

"Promise us, when we have free time from the dig when we return we'll look for them," Anta said, snuggling up to Andrew. "We are your women, aren't we Andrew?" she asked softly, seeing his nod. "Then you want to make us happy like we make you happy, right?" Again, Andrew nodded. "So... then you shouldn't have a problem with helping us out with this, will you?"

"No," Andrew sighed.

"Good, see, you should always make your harem happy," Anta cooed smiling at Carla who giggled along.

"Why does it feel like I just signed my death warrant?" Andrew asked himself.

"We should finish shopping, we have that dinner with your dad and stepmother," Carla said, looking at the time. "We promise we won't say anything to your dad," she said, winking as rose from his lap.

Having bought and stored their garments in their hotel room. Carla and Anta raced back down to the ground floor to catch their cab sat idling at the curb. Andrew was stuck in the middle, never once letting go of his hands on the ride to his father's penthouse condo.

"Andy is that you?" Wilma called out as she cooked over the stove, hearing the front door of their home opening.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Did you bring...." Smiling at the sight of Carla and Anta watching Andrew shutting the door behind them once Wilma left the kitchen, "hello girls, I hope you're hungry," Wilma said, with a coy smile. Her eyes flickered down when Andrew stepped out behind them. She couldn't wait for the after party dessert.

"Hello Mrs. McCain, thank you for inviting us," Carla said, hoping she wasn't underdressed for their dinner.​