Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

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Trouble in New York -- Arisen​

Last time on Pharaoh...

Three days before the grand opening...

For four days, Alex has been in a type of fog that she couldn't find herself out of. Four days of voices being muffled, her vision blurred, her body so tired even after a good night's rest. However, that wasn't the strangest part. No, it was the dress, made in an old Egyptian style, a style closely related to the Fourth dynasty of the Old Kingdom, which was strange to her, why she would have something so revealing made. Although, as much as the dress confused her, it was the sapphire necklace laid in the nap of her neck that had her frozen in fear. Her body moved on its own, feeling like someone else was controlling her body, and she was only along for the ride.

Watching herself reaching for her phone. Feeling how weird it was as her body moved on its own accord. Noting how her thumb hit speed dial one, knowing exactly who it belonged to -- her son! Praying in her mind that Andrew could somehow help her, to break whatever this was that held her bound.

"Mom?"

"Hello, baby, why don't you come over to my hotel." Alex couldn't begin to describe how weird it was to feel her lips moving, the vibrations of her voice when it wasn't her that was speaking.

"Mom, you sure you're feeling okay?"

"Never been better, but I'm very pleased to know you care about my welfare. So, why don't you come over and let me show you just how much I care."

"O-okay..." Andrew knew something was amiss with his mother for days now. What that was, he couldn't say; he just hoped it wasn't something that would make his life even weirder than it already was, "I'll be there in a few."

"Good. I'll see you then." Cutting off the call, dropping her phone on her bed. A sensuous smile formed on her lips as whoever was in control of her body stared down at the dress. Feeling her head turning to the left, seeing her naked image staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. Feeling whoever was in control scowling at the way her body looked. "Hey! I like my body just the way it is. If you don't like it, get the hell out!" Alex screamed into her mind, yet whoever was in the driver's seat failed to listen. Mentally tapping her imaginary finger on her imaginary left elbow, which she had angrily shoved under her breasts putting her impressive, imaginary, C cups on prominent display, that sat crosswise along her equally imaginary chest in her mind as she fumed while whatever was possessing her moved towards the bathroom. Taking a dry swallow at how Egyptian she looked as she stared at her painted face after whoever was done with her makeup. Noting the odd assortment of gold bracelets that were carefully placed upon her wrist to how her body moved as she dressed herself in the Egyptian blue translucent dress. Her heart raced, knowing she would never be caught dead in public wearing such a gown when she could see the color of her nipples bleeding through the material and how pink her labia were. No. She would never wear such a dress, not even if her life depended on it. It was too revealing for her tastes.

"Come in!" Her voice called out when she heard Andrew speaking through the door of her hotel room. "Greetings, my Pharaoh, come and greet your..."

"Mother?!" Onouphrios spoke into Andrew's mind.

"Mother?!" Andrew thought to himself as his blue-green eyes ran down his mother's body. Knowing it wasn't his mother in that blue Egyptian style see-through linen dress. Given he knew his mother well enough to know she wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like that, given how he could easily view his mother's 32C breasts and her womanly mound. That was definitely not something his mother would wear, ever! Not that he didn't like the view before him.

"Has it been so long that you don't know your Queen's voice, my Pharaoh?"

"Who are you, and what have you done to my mother?!" Andrew asked; the power of the Pharaoh burned in a bright blue light in his pupils, and a purple light flared on the surface of his gold ankh ring.

"I'm hurt, Onouphrios, that you don't remember your own mother, Hetepheres," she said, with a tint of sadness in her voice. That was when Andrew finally noticed the necklace, the same necklace they had found in that locked jeweled box. "I put a part of my soul into this gem," her fingers lightly touched the sapphire, "so that we could be together again for one night. That's all the spell would allow for us, so that you and I could finally be together like we've always wanted," Hetepheres said, gazing lovingly at Onouphrios's ghostly spirit and not Andrew's physical body. "Come, the spell won't last forever, and I want to make love to the man I fell in love with all those years ago before we return to the underworld to be judged by Osiris," she spoke, holding out her hands to Andrew.

Andrew ran his eyes over his mother's body, wondering if he could just banish the spirit from his mother's body. Yet, how was he to do that? He barely understood the power of the Pharaoh; he wasn't in the position to expel Hetepheres' spirit from his own mother's body. Praying that his mother would return to normal as his hands slid into hers. Her breath was loud in his ears as she kissed him like she hasn't seen him in a thousand years. Then again, that was true if you don't count their time in the Underworld. His mother's sky-blue eyes shimmered in her hunger as their lips pulled away from one another's. Feeling her own tugging lightly on his lower lip when she did.

"Do you remember our time on the barrage?" Hetepheres asked, leading her son towards the bed.

"Yeah..." It was fuzzy, yet the images were clear enough for him to know what was happening.

"Good, then you haven't forgotten what I taught you that day," Hetepheres said, her hands lightly ran down the body her son was inhabiting. The vessel might appear different to her, yet she could feel her son inside of it. "I see you've regained the blessings of the Gods I had the priests of the temples bestow upon you when you were a child," she stated, smelling the scent of pomegranates coming off of Andrew as she undressed her son. "This new body of yours might appear lacking in what you once were, just not where it counts," Hetepheres purred, causing Andrew to jump slightly when she grabbed a handful of his manhood.

"Why was my name erased?" Andrew asked. It had been nagging at him that Onouphrios' name would have been obliterated from history.

"That was due to your brother's greed and lust for power," Hetepheres spoke as she unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoning his jeans. This was all possible due to the memories of the woman she was possessing at the moment. While she would love to explore this new world she had awakened into, yet, the spell would only last for one night. A night she was going to ensure would forever be remembered when they returned to the Duat. "That was why I placed your sarcophagus with your father, along with this necklace to show the world my son hasn't been forgotten!" Andrew noted the fire in her eyes; it sort of reminded him of his mother's own fire.

Pondering if that was why Hetepheres was able to take over his mother's body, given their lineage. Reaching up, watching her quivering eyes, wondering if they had done this before when Hetepheres and Onouphrios were alive and not spirits inhabiting their bodies as he gently pushed her dress from her shoulders. Observing how that blue linen cascaded down his mother's tanned body earned from her years under the Egyptian sun. "Yes, Onouphrios," Hetepheres moaned, tossing her head back as Andrew cradled his mother's breasts. "You always loved playing with my breasts," she said, smiling sweetly at him as her hand caressed his left cheek. "Now really show your mother how much you've missed them," Hetepheres said, shoving Andrew's face into the valley of her orbs.

All the while Hetepheres was seducing her son, Alex (or Alexandria as her given name was), waded through Hetepheres' memories that were flashing before her eyes. She knew any Egyptologist would give anything to see what life was actually like back in 3500 BC like she had the opportunity to do, although she wouldn't advise on getting possessed to do so. Alex might not be in control of her body at that moment, yet it didn't mean she didn't feel everything Andrew was doing to her. "Yes, baby, right there!" Alex moaned out into her mind as she caught flashes of her body squirming on her hotel bed when Andrew's tongue tasted her so well, just like he always has, since she became her son's lover. She could feel her fingers curling around the sheets as that hard, thick cock penetrated her mound. Hearing her own howl of bliss in her ears as that ten and a half inches long and three and a half fingers wide cock of his thrusted deep within the heat of her core.

Alex totally lost track of time and the number of orgasms she'd had so far, along with the number of times Hetepheres made her son cum in and on her body. Her pussy was so damn sore, her body was exhausted, yet it seemed to her Hetepheres didn't care about any of that. No. It seemed to her Hetepheres wanted everything she and her son could give her before whatever was happening to her ended, and she would return to the Land of the Dead. Then, when she thought it would never end, she felt the necklace unclasp and fall to the bed.

"God, Andrew, pull out!" Alex hissed, feeling how her cunt throbbed due to the pounding it had taken. Not that her body wasn't thoroughly satisfied, which it was, it was the fact that they had been fucking nonstop until three am. Tossing the necklace across the room, she wanted nothing more to do with it. She should have never let her curiosity get the better of her. Feeling the tip of his cock leaving her sore cunt, collapsing in exhaustion. Looking over when Andrew fell onto his back, his chest heaving like mad. Feeling his cum flowing like a river from her pussy and all his dried cum on her body. Neither said a word; how could they? How could anyone explain getting possessed by a ghost and fucking your son for almost eight hours? Inching over to him, wrapping her sore and tired body around him, holding her son tight like she had done in her Cairo apartment before he returned to New York and drifted off to sleep.

They both were rudely awakened when Andrew's phone went off at eight the next morning. "Shit!" Andrew hissed, seeing his father calling. "Hey Dad, I know, I know, I'm sorry," he quickly said, as Julián began his tirade about how he didn't call or text about not coming home. "It's just we got caught up in what was going to happen on opening night that we lost track of time, and before I knew it, it was already one o'clock, so I just crashed on the couch in her hotel room," Andrew lied, he didn't think his father would take too kindly to the fact that he had actually been fucking her for most of the night. "It won't happen again, I promise. Yep, I'll be home tonight," he nodded. "Okay, see you when you get home." With that, he ended the call and fell back onto the bed.

"You want to tell me why you were possessed by Hetepheres?" Andrew asked, looking over at his mother who's eyes never left him.

"I don't know, the last thing I remember clearly was having a Skype conference call with the Supreme Council of Antiquities then... a bunch of haze drifting through my head until that necklace came off," Alex said, lightly rubbing her hand along his chest. Wondering if he was dealing with more of this supernatural weirdness that she found silly. Yet, after last night, she couldn't doubt that side of reality didn't exist any longer. Watching how her son pinched the bridge of his nose like this wasn't anything new to him. "Andy, how long has this kind of thing been going on?"

"Told you, since I fell through that floor," Andrew said truthfully, peering over at his mother.

"Can't you... I don't know, tell them you don't want to be Pharaoh or something?"

"Yeah, don't think the Gods are going to take 'no' for an answer, Mom," Andrew stated, rolling out of bed, and walking towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Alex asked, quickly rolling over.

"A shower, then to the Met."

"The Met? Why? What for?" Alex inquired, quickly getting out of bed then slowing, her whole body hurt... She, however, wasn't going to miss showering with her lover. That didn't mean they were going to fuck again; her pussy was just too sore for that right now.

"To visit the Temple of Dendur, to ask Osiris to make sure Hetepheres doesn't return," Andrew said, looking at his mother as she sashayed into the bathroom.

"Oh? Would you mind if I came along?" Alex asked, intrigued to see what it meant to be a Pharaoh firsthand.

"You want to come and watch me talk to a God?" Andrew uttered, shaking his head when his mother vehemently nodded hers with this luster in her eyes like she had when she was making some newfound discovery. Just like the look she had when he showed them where Akhenatenand Nefertiti were buried in the secret chamber that Tutankhamen had made to hide their shame for turning their backs on the Gods. "Your funeral," Andrew said as he stepped into the shower, followed quickly by his mother.

Metropolitan Museum of Art...

Alex's fingers interweaved with Andrew's as he paid for their admittance fee into the Met, seeing how Andrew wasn't a freeloader, and, well, quite honestly, he could afford forty bucks from the curbside ticket booth. The wind lifted her dark red hair from her shoulders as they climbed the stairs towards the grand entrance to that very fine museum.

"I remember how we used to come here on weekends and days you were off from school," Alex said slyly, brushing the strands of her hair back behind her ear. Noting how her son was biting his tongue to keep the retort buried that she knew was on the tip of his tongue when he glanced at her from the corner of his left eye. Remembering the two weeks of heated arguments they had under the dessert sun. She knew her son still didn't forgive her for abandoning him or his father to pursue her carrier. Andrew probably never would, yet it seemed to her that he understood why she needed to go, not that he thought it was a wise choice. After all, it did cost her eight years of her son's absence in her life. A home she still longed for sometimes, when it was dark and silent, when she was out on a dig, the memories of her former life would always find their way back to the forefront of her mind. Watching how the man at the door tore their tickets and handed back their halves to Andrew while placing the torn stubs into the box beside him. "We will," Alex said, flashing the man a smile when he told them to enjoy their stay.

Taking a right... only to pull on Andrew's hand when it seemed he was just eager to get to the temple. "We have time, Andrew," blushing madly, her eyes cast down at the tops of her feet, "why don't we tour the museum like we used to?" Alex spoke in a bashful tone, knowing this was almost like a first date for them. How that made her heart flutter as they stood in The Great Hall, the entrance of that fine establishment. "Please?"

Alex wore a smile all through the Greek and Roman art, the art from Africa, Oceania, and the Americas, the modern and contemporary art, European sculpture, the Robert Lehman collection, the medieval art, the arms and armory, the American art, and lastly the Egyptian art wing. Where the Temple of Dendur commanded the floor space of the wing while displaying the priceless works of Egyptian history throughout its long history was stored within those walls.

"This takes me back," Alex said softly, flashes of memory flared in her mind recounting when Andrew was seven and her telling him about every single thing there. "You were always so excited to come here."

"It wasn't the place Alexandria," using his mother's given name so she would know his words were serious, "it was because I was with you, not because of this," Andrew said, gesturing to the view before them.

"Oh," Alex muttered low, feeling her face grow red hot. "Maybe we can do this some more; I mean, spending time, just the two of us, visiting museums and art galleries when we're in London, Paris, Rome," she said, feeling her body heating no longer thinking of Andrew as her son, but the man she would be wedded too. After all, it would be improper for Andrew to have someone else as his Queen. "We are going to be close for a long time Andy, I am going to be your Queen."

"You really aren't going to let that go are you?"

"Nah-uh," Alex stated, shaking her head. "I'm a Princess, and you can't take that away," she said, turning her nose up with a smile on her lips.

"Can too. I am Pharaoh after all," Andrew teased.

"You wouldn't?!" Alex gasped in mock shock.

"I would, unless..."

"Unless?" Alex cooed, poking her son in the ribs.

"You stop doing that thing you do with your tongue," Andrew said, with a devious grin.

"Andrew?! We're in public?!" Alex hissed low yet aroused at the same time. "D-do... do you really like it when I do that?" How her heart warmed knowing that she had brought bliss to her lover as Andrew nodded. "Shall we head into the temple?" Alex asked, giving her son a rather sultry look.

"Yeah, then you need to return that necklace," Andrew said, his gaze falling on the stone structure.

Walking between the two stone statues depicting the Roman Governor as a Pharaoh. Andrew didn't know why he felt revolted at the sight, and yet the uneasiness in his stomach wasn't going away. Feeling the air thickening as he and his mother approached the propylon that once led the faithful worshiper to those once holy walls. The hieroglyphics meant little to him; Andrew was there for a reason. So that Hetepheres' ghost could never again possess his mother. She'd already circumvented death once there was no telling what else she had planned.

"What?!" Andrew asked, when his mother's hand flew to her mouth.

"Y-y-you're wearing a Nemes?! You really are a Pharaoh," Alex muttered, her eyes moved along that gold and blue stripped cloth. Covering the whole crown and back of the head and nape of the neck, her eyes ran down the lappets, two large flaps which hung down behind the ears and in front of both shoulders.

"Okay, that's never happened before," Andrew said, a little unnerved. "But, yeah, I did tell you I was. When are you going to start to believe me when I tell you these things?" he asked, with a pointed look.

"D-do you have a Crook and Flail also?" Her eyes widen as they appeared in his hand out of thin air. She had no idea why the surface of those two items looked molten. "Can I touch them?"

"I don't know, Mom, they're kind of hot. They do belong to Ra, after all."

"Wait, wait, Ra, the Ra, Atum, or whatever you want to call the King of the Gods, those are his?" Alex asked, in mystified wonder,

"Yeah, I am Pharaoh after all," Andrew said, sending the Crook and Flail back to its owner.

"But how?"

"Long story, tell you later," Andrew said with a smirk, beginning to head towards the altar until his mother took hold of his arm.

"No, you will tell me now," Alex said, firmly.

"You sure you want to know?"

"I want to know everything," Alex stated with a stern nod.

"You might not like what you hear," Andrew warned.

"I'll risk it."

"Can we finish this first, then I'll divulge all those little secrets over coffee?" Andrew said, gesturing to the altar.

"You promise?"

"Scouts honor."

"I'm going to hold you to it," Alex said in a stern, motherly voice.

Walking up to the altar, now that he was here, he had no idea how he was going to commune with Osiris. His head jerked to the right as a flash of memory from some Pharaoh he couldn't place flared in his mind. Before he could even ponder what it all meant, his mouth opened on its own.
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Exalted art thou on thy throne,

O Osiris! Thou hast heard fair things,

O Osiris! Thy strength is vigorous,

O Osiris! Thy head is fastened on thy body,

O Osiris! Thy neck is made firm,

O Osiris! Thy heart is glad,

O Osiris! Thy speech is made effective,

O Osiris! Thy princess rejoice

Thou art established the Bull in Amentet.

Thy son Horus hath ascended

thy throne, and all life is with him.

Millions of years minister unto him,

and millions of years hold him in fear.

The company of the Gods are his servants,

and they hold him in fear.

The God Tem, the Governor,

the only One among the Gods,

hath spoken, and his word passeth not away.​

"Andrew? Where did you learn that prayer?" Alex asked, knowing she never went into the prayers the priests of ancient Egypt would recite.

"Huh? That was a prayer?" Andrew asked, confused, as Alex nodded. "I don't know; it just popped into my head."

"Does that happen often?"

"Mostly, it's just dreams; where do you think I learned about the Qattara Depression," Andrew stated with a coy smirk. Turning around when he felt something, something that felt familiar to him. Catching his mother when a pale blue skinned, eight-foot tall man appeared out of nowhere, noting the scars where Isis sewed his limbs back together when Seth had chopped his body to pieces.

"Greetings, Pharaoh, it's been some time since I've been summoned to the mortal world. Now, what can I do for you, young Pharaoh?" Osiris asked; his golden eyes peered down at Andrew from his eight-foot height.

"Can you keep Hetepheres in Duat?"

"Hetepheres?! There's a name I haven't heard in a long time," Osiris mused as he stroked his godly chin. "Why do you ask? I see," he mused after Andrew went over the events from the night before. "I can understand your worry, yet I sense no other lingering pieces of her soul on Earth, so you needn't worry."

"So, I'm not going to have to deal with another visit from Onouphrios' mother?" Andrew asked, glancing down, seeing his mother's breathing was shallow but steady.

"No, I'll see that she stays where she is and restore the part of her soul that was left behind. I pray we do not see each other anytime soon," Osiris said, before disappearing back to Duat.

"You and me both," Andrew muttered, giving his mother a gentle shake to snap her out of her fainting spell.

"What?!"

"You fainted. Some professor, fainting at the sight of her first God," Andrew said, with a soft chuckle.

"Shut up," lightly slapping her son's chest, "that was my first God, after all," Alex said, in a little pout. "So... did you get Osiris, that was Osiris, right?" Seeing Andrew's nod, "Will he keep her in Duat?"

"Yes."

"Good, then you're buying the coffee," Alex said sternly, taking her son by the hand and leading him out of the temple.

"Okay, start from the beginning," Alex stated after she had started her voice recorder so she could play it back and go over everything as they sat in that semi-crowded coffee shop a block away from the Met. "When did you start seeing the Egyptian Gods?"

"Told you the first time, after I got out of that hole."

"And you said you saw Bast and that there was a small statue down there as well," Alex said, as Andrew nodded. "What was the statue?"

"Haven't a clue," Andrew uttered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was kind of fading in and out at that time."

"And you stated there was a pool of water down there," Alex said, thanking the young man when he placed her cup of coffee before her.

"Actually, it was the nectar of the Gods, or so that's what Bast told me."

"Wait, like the food of the Gods, the stuff that makes you immortal?" Alex asked, in an excited voice, cocking an eyebrow when Andrew chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"That's basically the same thing I asked Bast, and no, I'm not immortal."

"Okay, so then what was this 'nectar' and why was it there?"

"You know that smell you all keep smelling on me?" Andrew asked, seeing his mother nod that she did. "You remember that wall that was basically porn?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It basically tells you what the blessing is about," Andrew said, with a knowing smirk.

"And you said you had the blessing of Ra; what does that mean?"

"Ra bequeathed to me that 'no heat, no cold shall touch your body, the land shall bestow upon you its riches. Men will bend an ear to you as you exude your dominance over the world'," Andrew said word for word.

"Is that why you know where everything is?"

"No..." Shaking his head, "I don't know how to describe it other than saying Egypt and I are like one. Plus, I already told you; what they knew I know," Andrew said, taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Does that mean you have all the Pharaohs' memories?" Alex asked; her mind was racing. Sure this was all convoluted if she spoke any of this to anyone. Yet, she did just see a God, a physical being she could actually see with her own two eyes. Then there was the blue light in his eyes, the purple light that flared on his ring. A ring she might add that was Egyptian in origin, something she didn't think Andrew would ever wear. All the things he has spoken of that her own teachings said couldn't be possible and everything else that has happened so far.

"Pretty much, the important stuff mostly, few tidbits here and there when they feel like sharing," Andrew said offhandedly.

"Can you tell me from Menes's point of view what it was like before he united Egypt?" Alex inquired, watching that blue light playing along his eyes as she was enjoying her coffee; she did miss a good cup when they were out at the dig.

"Like you would expect when a newly formed Kingdom is starting to heal from the ravages of war, old hatreds are hard to let go." Alex noted how Andrew was staring down at his coffee, like a man that had seen too much. "It was hard, very hard in the beginning, the Kingdom was starving, drought had reigned for years, and the fields couldn't support all the people of the Kingdom. Then..."

"Then what, Andy?!" Alex asked in a hushed whisper.

"I... no, I'm not telling you that," Andrew said, shaking his head. Spotting Bast in her cat form underneath the table diagonally across from him.

"Why not?" Looking down when her son placed his hand over hers.

"I don't think you're ready to hear that," Andrew said, and he so wasn't ready to speak it aloud himself. Shooting Bast daggers when she licked her paw with that mischievousness in her eyes.

"Andy, what are you looking at?" Alex spoke, looking around and behind her, and saw nothing.

"Don't worry about it," Andrew said, bringing her attention back to him.

"So, tell me, Andrew, what is it?" Alex jumped in her seat when Bast jumped onto the table out of nowhere. Watching what appeared to be a silent argument between the two of them as they stared at one another, She wondered if Bast knew of her son's stubbornness. Looking down as her tail thumped against her hand. Then seeing how no one other than she and Andrew could see her given the people in the shop's unchanged expressions. "Don't freak out, don't faint," Alex whispered to herself.

"Fine, I'll do it," Andrew grumbled, feeling her rubbing against his cheek when he hanged his head before she returned to wherever she once was. "It's about how Egypt prospered after those dark years..."

"What was that last part?" Alex asked when Andrew mumbled the last part incoherently. "I know you're not a mumbler, so speak up."

"Bast and I are... married, for all intents and purposes," Andrew said, looking way as he finally said it. Noting how his mother was staring at him slacked-jawed, then a burst of rib-splitting laughter erupted forth from her lips. Quieting down once she noticed she was drawing too much attention for this kind of conversation.

"You're not fucking with me, are you?" Alex asked under her breath.

"Yeah, that's what the brand symbolizes: the pact of the first Pharaoh to, now me, so that Egypt can prosper through our union; you know the myth that Ra was the first Pharaoh?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it's kind of real," Andrew said, rubbing the back of his head. Glancing up, seeing his mother's rational mind racing in her eyes.

"That means... no, that can't be, that's..."

"Insane? Yeah, I know," leading forward, "you see what I'm dealing with?" Andrew whispered, nodding vigorously, still seeing the doubt in her eyes.

"How many Gods have you met so far?" Alex inquired, trying to wrap her head around it all.

"Isis, Bast, Ra, Thoth, and Sobek if you count seeing him in a memory into the total," Andrew said truthfully. "Mom... what do you know about Maʽat?"

"Well... Egyptian mythology isn't my field of study, why do you ask?" Alex inquired, so pleased that he was opening up to her.

"Isis told me I was needed to restore Maʽat," Andrew said, matter-of-factly.

Reaching across the table, squeezing his hand, gazing lovingly at her son. Knowing she was going to be there by his side through this all. She wasn't going to lose him again. "Don't worry, I'll look into it; you leave the research to me. I'm good at that," Alex said with a warm smile. "So, do you have any idea what Isis meant?"

"Haven't a clue," Andrew retorted with a shrug.

"Hmm..." Leaning back in her seat, deep in thought, "we'll figure it out, so... married, huh?" Alex teased with a coy smirk as Andrew rolled his eyes. "Does that make me the other woman?"

"No."

"So then..." Leaning over the table, allowing her shirt to show off her cleavage to her son's gaze, "Bast won't mind me becoming your Queen?" Alex spoke in a sultry tone as her fingertips dancing lightly along the back of Andrew's hand. She took his sigh and how he hanged his head as a no. Which only made her rather seductive smile widen when she heard it. "So, Andy, can I ask; what was the deal at the Amkhakha temple?"

"Hell if I know, your guess is as good as mine."

"Why weren't you affected like the others?" Again, she was met with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Like I said, I've only been dealing with all this weirdness for a little over three months. So I don't even have half the answers to my own questions."

"So... have you and Bast consummated your marriage?" Alex asked, in a teasing light, wearing a smirk when her son just shook his head.

"You're getting far too much pleasure out of this."

"Hey, I'm coping the best I can," Alex said, wiggling her nose.

"Uh-huh."

"So, Andrew, what's it like fucking a Goddess?" Alex asked, draining the last of her coffee from her cup.

"Hard to describe," scratching his chin, "think of the greatest sex you've ever had and times that by a thousand," Andrew said, truthfully.

"Really?! It was that good?!" Alex asked, in shock.

"Yeah, but you won't remember any of it; I didn't the first time," Andrew admitted.

"Damn, I've never been fucked to the point I can't remember, stupefied yes," shooting Andrew a knowing smirk, "never that," Alex cooed as her fingertips haven't stopped caressing the back of Andrew's hand.

Alex lightly kissed Andrew's lips as they stood on the curb as her taxi idled. "I'll call you later. We'll do a walkthrough tomorrow to prepare you for the grand opening in two days," she said, running her hand down her son's left arm before taking hold of his hand. "Be safe going home," Alex spoke, looking up at him as she sat in the rear of the cab seeing Andrew nod before shutting the door. Waving to him as the cab pulled away, so very happy that she got to have that time alone with her son. She couldn't wait to help him to unravel all these hidden secrets that had been lost to time.

"I'm very disappointed in you, young man?!" Wilma said in a disapproving voice as Andrew walked into their home at quarter to two in the afternoon. "You don't call, don't text, staying out all night. I was worried about you," she said in a loving, motherly tone.

"Sorry, time just got away from me," Andrew said, red-faced.

"Don't you ever do that again?! You hear me?" Wilma uttered, hugging him tightly. Her light brown hair draped down her back, her pink lips pressed against his skin as she nuzzled his neck. Pressing her 36B breasts into his chest, knowing he would be leaving in a little over a week. It wouldn't be until Christmas that she would have another chance to feel his cock in her cunt before he left for Rome, and then Cairo, where he would once again be out in that dessert with that woman. "I know you fucked her last night. I know that's why you didn't call. I didn't tell your father, so he still doesn't know you made her your woman. You're going to fuck me all week; I'm going to miss you so much when your gone," Wilma said, her breath hot in his ear. "My pussy needs to know this cock," reaching down and cupping Andrew's manhood, "you'll make your mother feel good, won't you?" she whispered before plunging her tongue into his mouth. "Mmmhmm," Wilma hummed into his mouth as Andrew's hands squeezed her ass, pressing her against his hardening bulge. Something she loved feeling against her body. "Take me, Andy, bend me over the couch and slide this hard cock into your mother's eager pussy," she demanded in a wanton purr.

Peering over her left shoulder as her hands pressed down on the back of the couch, her skirt rested on top of her ass, her panties were around her ankles. The smell of her sex filled the air at how much she needed, wanted that cock of his. To feel it pounding her, stretching her like it has always done since the first time she's had it deep inside of her. Her hand reached between her legs as she felt his hands on her hips.

"Now, watch as that cock magically disappears into your mother's pussy," Wilma said, with a seductive smile as she thrust backwards onto her stepson's cock. "Oh yes! Just how I like it?!" she moaned as Andrew began to fuck her hard.

"Yes, Andrew, just like that, fuck me like that," Wilma directed when Andrew lifted her right leg and placed it on the back of the couch while plunging that thick, hard root into her dripping cunt. Her grunts of pleasure filled their home as Andrew took hold of her hair and fucked her like he owned her. How she loved cumming on Andrew's cock, she was so going to miss it.

Wilma's hands were on his chest, her lustful eyes gazed up at him as she laid on her back on the couch as he fucked her into it. Feeling her juices pooling on the leather as that cock of his made her pussy wetter than anything she's ever experienced. Her hands ran up his chest before hooking around the back of his neck and pulling him down into her. Her lips plucked at his, kissing the man that was making love to her. To form that connection that would hopefully see them through Andrew's upcoming long absence from their lives. Locking her legs around his waist when she felt the swelling of his cock. She's fucked him long enough and frequently enough to know what that meant.

"Cum in me, Andrew," Wilma whispered in need. She knew it was a risky day for her; she didn't care, if she had his child all the better. She knew Julián would raise it. After all, they have been trying to get pregnant ever since their honeymoon. Yet so far, his little swimmers hadn't taken. "Give your dad and me the baby we want," she pleaded. "It's okay," noting his perplexed look, "he knows; I've told him that one of you is going to get me pregnant. I had hoped it would be Julián, but it's just not working out for us. Please won't you make us happy by giving us a child?" Wilma asked, with pleading eyes, eager to start a family with the two men she loved. "Your dad will love our baby just like he loves you," she said, her fingertips lightly caressed his right cheek. Moaning loudly, arching her back, her breasts jiggled as Andrew thrust his cock into her. Feeling his hot cum filling her womb to the brim.

Andrew was drying his hair as he walked out of his bathroom, hearing Wilma puttering around in their home humming a sweet tune as she worked. Turning his head when his door swung closed on its own.

"We must talk, my Pharaoh," Bast spoke as her godly image shimmered into view.

"O-okay... what about?" Andrew asked; his mind flashed back to how she looked on top of him, how her cunt felt like no woman he's been with to date. Then again, she was a goddess, so that was only natural for Andrew to think that.

"Something old approaches," Bast said cryptically.

"Mind filling me in? I'm dealing with a lot of 'old' things, can you maybe narrow it down some?"

"I hope you aren't referring to me," Bast spoke coldly as she narrowed her golden eyes. Her furred that lined her face rippled in her annoyance that the thought that Andrew thought she was old.

"Not unless you age, then no, I wasn't referring to you."

"Good, you better not. You shouldn't call your godly wife old." Andrew had to admit Bast was kind of cute when she pouted.

"So what's this old thing you sense?" Andrew asked, tossing away his towel. Noting how those golden eyes ran down his body as he drew near. Seeing her eyes widen when he placed a kiss on her lips while he fondled those godly orbs of hers.

"I... can't decern what it is." Andrew noted the worry in her eyes; if a goddess was worried, then he would be well advised to listen. Feeling her hands lightly resting on his chest as she stepped closer to him.

"Okay, that does sound like a problem. What does that have to do with me?"

"I... don't know, but it would be wise for you to be on guard for the next week," Bast said ominously. "Come, fulfill your husbandly duties," she purred, pulling Andrew towards the bed.

As Bast was there riding him to sweet bliss, Andrew's head jerked to the left as the grand entrance of the Karnak Temple appeared in his mind's eye.

1400 BC, The Opet Festival

Andrew stood at the bow of the barrage as he looked around. Seeing the people of the time lining the shore causing him to look behind at what the cause was. He knew the time era his mother's teachings told him that much; this was during Tuthmosis IV rule. That's when he noted the golden statue that he could see through the gaps of the linen coverings to keep the public from gazing at Ra. Cursing to himself, putting two and two together, he so didn't want to know how this ends.

Andrew pondered if all Pharaohs were arrogant like Tuthmosis IV and Onouphrios as he was feeling at that moment when he walked down the grand avenue that leads into the entrance of the temple. His eyes gazing upwards, or as much as the torch light would allow him to view, as they transversed the pitch-black darkness of the grand colonnade which led to the sanctuary followed by the priesthood in the order of their rank, the lowest having to shoulder carrying the platform to the altar room where Andrew watched it all as the priest went about performing the ritual before leaving him alone inside the shrine. While it wasn't anything like he thought it was going to be, given how Tuthmosis wasn't related to him in any way, it did give him an idea of what to expect.​