Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"If I must, but only for you, Ira, not him," Ba'al said in a hard tone as she glared at Andrew, who just glared right back. Pondering on how he knew about Nu and their theft of it so they could reshape the heavens how they saw fit.

Ira felt her hand lifting off his right horn and saw the wave of her hand from the corner of his right eye. Turning his head as an image of Egypt from high above, looking over at Andrew when Egypt appeared greener than he had ever imagined.

"And where will these people be living, demigod?" Ba'al asked, cocking a tone with Andrew.

"Well, thief, there," Andrew said, pointing his finger halfway down the bend south of where Dendera and Thinis lay. "Although it's undeveloped for now, but I'm sure you could use the power of Nu that you stole to create a settlement large enough to house the people you enslaved."

"I'm assuming you'd want some of those modern fixtures within their abodes?" Ba'al asked, growing very irate at the tongue the mortal had on him to speak to her in such a manner.

"Just the simple things, like solar panels, that have enough power to run a refrigerator and lights, on the roofs also with solar water heaters, and for god sakes don't forget the showers. Also, you're going to have to make it where they don't see the modern world," Andrew said, remembering the smell that was coming off their unwashed bodies. "Yes, I know it's wrong, but it's to keep them safe. Do you want them to go screaming in terror and attacking people with bronze weapons when they still think it's 2000 BC?" he whispered to Anta when she gave him a look of disbelief that he would even say that.

"Awful demanding for a speck," Ba'al said in a dark tone.

"Awful bitchy for a thief," Andrew retorted.

"Okay, okay, don't believe I'm the one who's saying this, but stow your shits; you two bickering with each other isn't helping anyone," Ira stated, trying to cool the tension in the room. He knew having the two of them at each other's throats wasn't going to help matters. "Ba'al, you do owe it to these people. You did alter their fates when we both know if you hadn't appeared, they would have lived out their lives in relative peace." Ira heard her huffing; she knew what he said was true. "So, let's just go and create this city for these people; it's the least you can do to make amends for what you've done. Then when you do, we'll all go back to Atlantis, alright?"

"Promise?" Ira couldn't help himself from smiling at how cute it sounded when she said that.

"I promise..." Ira was on the verge of erupting in his pants, and Ba'al was blatantly running her hand up and down his left horn. Like she was jacking him off. He had no idea that it went both ways. He didn't hang out with a lot of male incubi, not like he did with the other succubi that he knew. He had a feeling they didn't like the competition. Taking hold of her hand before he messed his pants, that was something he's never done before, and he wasn't about to start now. "So how about we go take care of this, huh?" Ira spoke. He so didn't like the look that Andrew and his cohorts were shooting him.

"You really know some weird ass... beings," Anta mused.

"Tell me about it," Andrew sighed. Looking up once again. When he heard that snap that only he could hear before their surroundings melted away, and they were now standing on the banks of his new Nile waterfront property.

"You know, Ira, I could get used to sitting on your shoulders," Ba'al stated as she began to rearrange the tiny matter molecules that hung in the air.

"Andy?!" They gasped when he fell to a knee. Stopping when he held up his hand.

"I'm... better," Andrew stated as the land of Egypt began to strengthen his body. Pushing himself up, feeling their hands on his back when he wobbled on his feet. "Bast!" he shouted out to the heavens. He felt the hot wind on his skin, the ground beneath him breathing in new life to his weary body. He could feel her pulling him to some place; where that was, Andrew couldn't say.

"I have you, husband," Bast cooed as Andrew fell face-first into her bosom when his legs gave out. Feeling her hand stroking the back of his head as she cradled him in her arms. Her cat-like nose wiggled as she inhaled his scent. Knowing he had been pushing himself far too much and far too quickly. Andrew just wasn't ready yet to undergo the training needed to master his divinity. When he was, she was going to be there to teach him everything, just like she had done with all the Pharaohs of the Old Kingdom. Smiling when she felt his hands on her ass, she knew he couldn't stay away from it. Her godly aura engulfed his body, fortifying it with her own strength. However, he was going to need rest to regain what his body needed naturally. "Why have you called me when you're with that usurper?"

"I need you to speak to the gods for me," Andrew answered, rubbing his face against the sides of her breasts.

"Oh? And what could be so important that you need me to speak to the other gods on your behalf?"

"The people of Punt," feeling her tense up at the name, "need our help, well, let's just say they're freed, yet they're going to need guidance."

"What do you mean they're freed? That thing wouldn't give them up without a fight," Bast stated, pushing Andrew back so she could look him in the eye.

"I did fight her." Andrew saw how her smile grew at that. "Don't know if I could have won, but I did try."

"My brave Pharaoh, so young, so strong," Bast uttered in a loving tone as she brushed the back of her fingers along his right cheek. "And?"

"Well, you can see I'm bringing them back. It's the reason why she's here, but I don't trust her," Andrew stated, seeing Bast nodding firmly. Feeling her fingers tracing along the brand on his right chest. Fighting the urge to plant his face back into her bosom. His cheeks heated when he had a feeling Bast already knew that. "I need you to ask Sobek to keep the crocs out of these waters so that when the time comes, and it will, the people coming here won't have to worry about them, at least here and at the other location. Also, see to it that no one enters here or at the other place. I don't want anyone thinking they can squat on my land. Plus, could you ask Thoth and have him teach these people who will be living here about refrigerators, hot water, bathing, all that good stuff, also, stone work if they don't already know about that. Also, they're going to need food, enough for twenty thousand at least until the first harvest comes in." Knowing with the amount of land he had, he could feed these displaced people as well as send the excess they grew to the rest of the citizens of Egypt. He was Pharaoh, after all, and as Pharaoh, he had to provide for his people, as weird as that sounded in his mind.

"One condition," Bast uttered with a sultry smile on her lips.

"Which is?"

"I want a kiss from my husband who did what I thought was impossible, coming back alive from Punt," Bast stated, noting the smirk on Andrew's face. Her face morphed into a human female's face, the same face she had donned when they had completed the ritual to bind the two of them together. Her lips molded to his, her body heated as Andrew pulled her tighter against him. Feeling his fingers dancing along her back as she savored her husband's kiss...

"Andrew? What are you doing?" Ira asked, very confused by what he was witnessing. Seeing the three women that were always with him giggling as Andrew got very red-faced as he looked away bashfully as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Making out with a goddess," Andrew said offhandedly.

"Oh? Well, huh, seems you and my friend Samuel do have something in common, but his is a Titan. Yeah, they're real, long story," Ira said, holding up his hand when the four of them were about to ask him a butt load of questions. "Ba'al's done as you've asked, a city fit to house twenty thousand souls, now what you do with it is up to you, Pharaoh."

"Oh, I already have that covered, but you just let me worry about that," Andrew muttered, sliding his hands into his front pockets, feeling some of his strength restored from that kiss they had shared.

"Since we're already in Egypt and all, how about I pop back over to Atlantis, get this one settled, grab your gear, and return, and then we can go to that labyrinth you spoke about," Ira said, wondering why the three of them were staring so pointedly at Andrew.

"Andrew?! When were you going to inform me of this?" Alex asked in a somewhat growl, with Anta and Carla nodding along.

"I wasn't. Told you it's too dangerous; even with my memories, that's no guarantee that some trap, pitfall, pressurized acid hadn't been added to the complex that I'm not aware of," Andrew stated, not buckling under their glares. "Plus, we're just going to get one thing, not documenting the place."

"We'll talk about this later," Alex huffed, crossing her arms below her breasts, again with Anta and Carla nodding along.

"You sure you're going to be up for it?" Ira asked while he looked better than before, yet he knew Andrew wasn't fully recovered yet.

"By tomorrow, I will be," Andrew nodded; he had no clue why he said that; it just came out.

"Oh?"

"Ma'at will see to that," Andrew stated offhandedly.

"Alright, if you say so, Ba'al, do your thing," Ira said, lightly patting her leg.

"Remember, I want a nice big temple, just like Yahweh has."

"Of course, Gran."

They all watched as those twenty thousand souls suddenly began to appear. Families shimmered into existence in front of the homes Ba'al had created. Seeing the people dancing in joy as they were finally free from the tyranny of Ba'al. Andrew smirked when he noticed how Bast was wearing the ancient garb of the Egyptians as she appeared in the center of the town, along with Isis, Thoth, and a host of other Egyptian gods and goddesses that heard his request. Andrew had no trouble seeing Bast gaze at him; if he didn't know any better, he would say she was blushing when he wiggled his eyebrows at how alluring she looked in that linen garb.

"Well, where can I take you before I return to Atlantis?" Ira asked, turning back to Andrew.

"Cairo," Alex spoke up, knowing if her boy was going to need rest, it was going to be in her bed with her wrapped around him for good measure.

"Then come," Ira directed as his wings unfurled.

The sounds of the city filled their ears as they appeared within a park in the center of the city. Andrew peered around, ensuring that no one saw their arrival. He so didn't need that on the evening news. Nodding his head when Ira told them he would be back in the morning. Looking down when Carla and Anta took hold of his hands and how his mother came to stand before him.

"Let's go home, Andrew," Alex uttered in a loving tone.

Chapter Six

"I approve," Ba'al's voice filled the air once she and Ira appeared on his temple mount, "quite fitting for one of my offspring," she stated, smiling wickedly when she felt Ira's body shuddering beneath her as she stroked his horns with a vengeance.

"Gran..."

"Yes, Ira, get that cock nice and hard for me; we were interrupted before we could have fun," Ba'al purred, continuing to rub her mound against the back of Ira's neck. In truth, she never stopped in the first place.

"Father?!" Anael, Cassiel, Lailah, Azza, and Rikbiel uttered in worry as they appeared, surrounding him with their weapons drawn when they felt Ba'al's presence within his realm.

"Girls, relax; there's no need for alarm. This is your grandmother," Ira stated, patting her right leg. "Say hi to your grandchildren, Ba'al." Feeling her leaving his shoulders only to appear before Azza.

"You look very much like your mother," Ba'al said in a loving tone. "Strong like your mother as well," she cooed, seeing Azza blush at her praise. "There's no mistaking whose daughter you are," Ba'al stated as she hovered in front of Rikbiel. "The breasts and the hair are a dead giveaway," she uttered with a warm smile. "I bet your father enjoys them just as much as Yahweh did when we created Metatron." Her smile widened at how red Rikbiel's face was growing. Shooting a hateful glare at Yahweh's temple before moving on to Lailah. "I see Michelle in you. I also feel she instilled her virtue into you as well. Just don't let it blind you like she allows hers to do," Ba'al stated in a grandmotherly voice. "Yes, yes, you have so much of your mother in you," she spoke, turning Cassiel's chin left and right. "A warrior just like your mother; I do believe Raphaela would be proud." Peering back at Ira when the wind lifted the back of her robe, flashing Ira her bare ass. Flashing him a seductive smile, knowing what he was going to be pounding very soon. "The daughter of my Light Bringer," Ba'al said in a loving tone as her hands caressed Anael's face. "So beautiful like your mother, and head strong just like her. Don't allow that stubbornness to lead you astray," she uttered in a grandmotherly tone. Feeling her body heat when she peered back at Ira as he took on his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form.

Smiling inwardly at how they responded when Ira gently caressed their cheeks. Knowing wholly that was something they had inherited from their mothers before they group hugged him. "Suriel Zol, as Lord of this domain, would you please inform my daughters' of my arrival to this realm?" Ba'al asked with a bow. It wasn't hard for her to feel that she had no power to destroy him while they stood in his realm. Seeing how his daughters grew flustered when he kissed each one on their foreheads. Noting the dreamy looks in his daughter's eyes as he moved past them. Her own face heated when she felt another swat on her ass, causing her nipples to rapidly harden. "You take far too many liberties, young Nagdaium," she hissed; all the while, she just wanted another smack on her ass.

"What're ya going to do, Gran?" Ira taunted as he peered down at her.

"You'll find out here soon enough," Ba'al huffed as she crossed her arms, not in irritation but to hide her arousal. Nonetheless, given the look she saw in Ira's eyes, he already knew. Watching how his wings unfolded and extended, seeing his angelic light haloing his body as it pulsated as he sent out his call.

"Ira... Mother?!" Lucifer gasped as Ira and Ba'al stood out on the lush field that was laid out before Ira's temple mount.

"Hello, my darling, come, we haven't seen each other for so long," Ba'al spoke, holding out her arms to her daughter. Feeling the others rapidly approaching.

"Mother?!" Metatron spoke in shock.

"What are you doing here?" Seraphina asked, her belly swollen with her and Ira's child.

"Is that any way to speak to your mother?" Ba'al asked from over her shoulder as she caressed Lucifer's face in a motherly embrace.

"But Father..."

"Isn't here, nor does he have any power to keep me out of this realm," Ba'al stated in a firm tone. "I am here after all at the invitation of my grandchild," she spoke, gesturing to Ira.

"What? You think I was going to leave her there all alone?" Ira inquired as Lucifer, Metatron, Zophiel, Seraphina, Michelle, Raphaela, and Gabriella simply stared at him for answers.

"My first born, I have missed you so much," Ba'al cooed as she felt Zophiel wrapping her in her embrace. "I bet you saw this coming, didn't you?"

"I might," Zophiel whispered into her mother's ear.

"My, Gabriella, you just have a glow about you," Ba'al stated as she held Gabriella's chin in her right hand. "Seems motherhood agrees with you," she cooed, seeing her daughter's cheeks heating rapidly. "Now, where is that child of yours? I would like to meet her."

"She just entered her slumber, mother," Gabriella stated, her eyes glancing over to Ira, who had a sad look on his face.

"Sorry, Gabby, I wanted to be here before she did," Ira apologized.

"She understood, Ira; Nanael will be awakening in a few days. You will be there when she does, won't you?" Gabriella asked, hoping he would be.

"I'll do my damnedest to be there," Ira nodded firmly.

"What about ours, Suriel Zol?" Seraphina asked in a light alluring tone as she ran her hands over her stomach.

"You tell me when I will be there."

"Good," Seraphina uttered in a sweet tone.

"What about us, Ira?" Metatron asked, cocking out her left hip as her hands rested on her waist. "Surely, you're not going to simply deprive those that have already carried one of your children, are you? Rikbiel needs a sister," she said in a firm tone as the others nodded in agreement. Her face ripened when she noted how her mother was giving her that look.

"Ira, just what have you been doing with my daughters?" Ba'al asked, peering up at him.

"Can't you tell mother?" Lucifer cooed, draping herself along Ira's back, pressing her breasts into Ira's back. Her nose nuzzled Ira's hair, her lips tugged on his earlobe, yearning for that next child. "Ira's just so... delicious," she purred into his ear. "Aren't you, honey?" Lucifer asked as her hand ran down Ira's chest, eager to feel something she hadn't felt for days. "Ow?!" she hissed when her mother's powers lashed out at her hand.

"That's mine. You can wait your turn, daughter," Ba'al stated in a firm tone as she greeted Raphaela.

"Turn? I don't see you on my sweet Ira's cock, now do I?" Lucifer taunted before returning her trek to have her grandson's cock in her hand. Shaking her hand rapidly, blowing hard on it as her skin burned as her mother's powers smoked off of it.

"I warned you, Lucifer," Ba'al spoke in a cold tone. "Don't get between me and that cock."

"You know I'm not some sex doll," Ira huffed, crossing his arms.

"You will be when I'm done with you," Ba'al teased as she cast Ira a sensuous smirk over her shoulder. "Seraphina, I must say, you do look radiant when you're pregnant," she spoke, gazing up at her daughter as she rested her hand on Seraphina's swollen belly. Feeling the power of her granddaughter along with her taint as she neared the time of her birth.

"Thank you, mother. I know our child will be cherished between her father and I," Seraphina cooed as she gazed at Ira lovingly.

"You will allow me to see my grandchild, yes?" Ba'al asked, peering up at her daughter.

"Yes, mother," Seraphina stated. Even if she was a seraphim, she was no match for her mother. She knew Lapsus Umbra, a name she wouldn't give her daughter, yet Lapsus was the one that named her thus, so she couldn't complain too much; she would be serving her father. She knew she was on par with her own self. So she knew Lapsus would make a very good Seraphim for her father. So even if she wanted to keep her mother away from their daughter, she had no say in Fourth Heaven. She just hoped her mother didn't rub off on Lapsus. Feeling her body heat when she felt her mother's lips on her swollen belly before Ba'al moved off to stand before her older sister.

"Still can't believe your father had to give you those things," Ba'al stated, glaring at Metatron's 32G breasts. Noting how the Atlantean sun glinted off the gold chain that was connected to the rings that were pierced through her nipples.

"Mother, we've had this discussion before; Father used to enjoy them greatly. I know Ira does," Metatron purred as she gazed lewdly at him. "Don't you, Ira?" she asked as she fondled her heavy hanging orbs. Tweaking her nipples, hoping to get a rise out of something. How she just wanted that big, fat cock of his back deep inside of her. She never once thought about carrying a child, yet now that she's experienced what carrying and giving birth felt like. She wanted to experience it again and again, for as long as Ira was willing to impregnate her.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that," Ira said offhandedly as he felt the burning gazes of her sisters searing into his skin. "Come, Ba'al, let's go create your temple, girls, care to help?" he asked, peering over at his daughters, who were just standing off to the side watching the whole thing. Seeing the pouting looks on Azza's and Rikbiel's faces knowing, they wouldn't be able to go with them as Anael, Cassiel, and Lailah vehemently agreed to help. "Azza, Rikbiel, you may join us if you wish," Ira said in a fatherly tone. Wincing as the two of them squealed before launching themselves at him. Rubbing their bodies against his as they hugged him tightly. Trying not to grow hard at how soft their womanly bodies felt. "We'll be back, and yes, Metatron, I did promise to put another baby in you. I haven't forgotten," he spoke, seeing Metatron's face heating as Ba'al took her spot on his shoulders. "I'll make you all squeal when I return."

"You best?!" Lucifer huffed as she crossed her arms as she watched how Anael held on to her father. Seeing that devilish smirk on Ira's lips before he faded out of existence.

"Home, sweet, home," Alex sighed as she walked into her apartment.

"I still can't get over the fact you don't sweat," Carla bemoaned as she fanned her chest with her t-shirt as the heat of the apartment got to her.

"Hey, I offered to give you all the weirdness that's going on with me, but you turned me down," Andrew uttered, sinking down onto his mother's couch as he heard her a/c kicking on. His eyes dipped low as he gazed at all three of their asses as they stood in front of the vent encasing themselves in the frigid air that was coming through it. Leaning his head back, feeling how sore and achy his body was, rubbing his forehead, knowing he was going to have to get a handle on his divinity. Knowing if Ira hadn't been there, he would be dead. That wasn't something he was willing to experience just yet. Feeling the cushion sinking down, the weight of someone on his lap, the feel of her breasts pressing into his chest. Keeping his smile hidden when he knew who it was without having to look.

"Andy, what's wrong, baby?" Alex asked as she rested her arms along her son's shoulders as her fingertips teased the tips of his hair.

"Just tired," Andrew answered, feeling his body relaxing as he sank deeper into the cushion.

"Then you just relax and let your Queen take her liberties," Alex purred in a wanton tone before her lips passionately tore at her son's. Feeling her sex heating when she felt her son's hands on her ass, moaning lightly into his mouth when his hands began to roll her cheeks through her jeans. "Andrew?!" she gasped in shock as the smack on her ass resounded in her apartment. Feeling her pussy clench and moistening as the sting began to fade away.

"Want another?" Andrew asked with a cocky grin. Watching his mother's eyes grow wide, her cheeks turning red, and the heat that was coming off her mound.

"I'm going to have to watch you," Alex stated, wagging her finger at him in a teasing way.

"Don't you already?"

"You know what I mean," Alex cooed, lightly rocking her hips, feeling her son's bulge growing. Her eyes flickered up, falling onto her bed, Remembering the last time they were there and how she had missed out on getting fucked in it once again because she failed to believe her son. Hoping that now that they were back, they could fix that mistake and fill her apartment with the smell of her sex once again. However, that would have to wait. They had very important things to discuss before she slipped that hard tool of his back into her pussy. A place she knew it would forever belong in. Lightly kissing her son's lips before sliding off his lap and settling in beside him. "Anta, Carla, you girls heading off to your own places since we're back for the night?" Alex asked as her apartment slowly began to cool off.

"We were kind of hoping we could stay here," Carla stated, with Anta nodding along.

"But you don't have any clean clothes."

"Oh, it won't take us long to run to our dorm apartments to get a change of clothes for tomorrow," Anta stated. She wasn't going to spend a night away from Andrew, not if she could help it. Andrew needed to feel her naked body against him every night, or that's what she thought anyway.

"And we can get us some pizzas for lunch and dinner on the way back," Carla spoke, seeing the shock and surprise in Andrew's eyes.

"Wait. Wait. Are you telling me there's a pizza joint around here?" Andrew asked, hearing his stomach growl, seconding his question.

"Yeah, there's a Pizza Hut not far from here," Carla stated, wondering why that surprised him so much.

"They have meat lovers; please tell me they have meat lovers and not that humas stuff?!" Andrew uttered in an almost plea. Seeing how the both of them were fighting back not to laugh at his display.

"Yes, Andy, they do have meat lovers," Alex said, fighting back her smile as she laid her hand on her son's left forearm.

"Here," quickly pulling out his bank card, "I want a medium meat lovers, and get whatever you want," Andrew stated, handing Carla his card.

"We'll need drinks as well. I cleaned out my fridge before I left for New York," Alex said, looking at her students, who nodded in understanding.

"Coke fine with you, Andy?" Anta asked in a sweet tone, seeing Andrew nodding his answer.

"Can we get bread sticks too? Two pizzas might not be enough?" Carla inquired, feeling rather bashful in having dinner with her husband, although neither one ever spoke that word. Yet she knew she was his wife. All the Royal harem were the Pharaoh's wives. That was just common knowledge, at least to her it was. Remembering how at Amkhakha temple, while they were under whatever had a hold on them, Andrew was the only one not affected by it. Recounting how he hadn't used her like Bill, Abasi, and all the other men that were at the dig site had done. Wondering when they went back, would it start all over again? She didn't want that. Yes, she had stated she wanted to be fucked like a whore, yet she wasn't in her right mind. If she was, she wouldn't have done so if she was in her right frame of mind. The only man she wanted was Andrew unless Andrew was okay with it. Like with his father, she did so only to make Andrew happy.

"Like their breadsticks or their cheese bread?" Andrew asked with an arched eyebrow.

"We can get both if you like?" Carla uttered in a shy tone as she brushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

"Will a supreme be fine with you, Professor?" Anta asked, peering over at Alex.

"It will," Alex nodded.

"Come give us a kiss Andrew," Carla stated as she and Anta stood by the door. "We'll be back soon, okay?" she whispered in a dreamy voice once she and Anta got their own very steam-filled kiss.

Andrew turned his head as he heard his mother's shirt hitting the floor as she walked toward her bedroom. Feeling his cock responding as Alex purposely bent over at her hips as she pushed her pants to the floor. Showing off how her mound looked as her panties hugged it. However, within seconds of her pants lining the floor, her thumbs hooked around the waistband of her panties, revealing to her son how wet and red her pussy was as the fabric inched down her thighs. Placing her hands on the back of her head, shaking her ass for him before the smack on her bare ass filled the air.

"I'm sure you can infer what I want, son," Alex spoke in a sultry tone before stepping out of her pooled garments and walked into her bedroom.

Andrew's shirt went flying, hopping on one foot after the other as he slipped his tennis shoes off his feet. His legs kicked, trying to disentangle his legs from the denim. His cock slapped his stomach as the waistband of his boxers caused it to spring upwards.

"Lay down on your stomach, baby," Alex directed as she held her bottle of baby oil in her left hand. "I'm going to give you a massage to help ease some of that weariness out of you," she said, yet her eyes couldn't look away at her son's throbbing cock. Feeling her tongue licking her upper lip at the treat before her. "You just relax and enjoy this, okay?" Alex cooed as she knelt on the left side of him as Andrew laid in the center of her bed. Seeing him nodding against her bed non-vocally stating his answer.

Smirking at her son as she placed the palm of his hand on her left breast as she massaged Andrew's left arm. Trying not to moan as he fondled it as she rubbed the oil into his skin, hoping this was helping. Trying to think back if she had ever done this for Julián in all their years together, and she was drawing a blank. A warm smile formed on her lips, knowing this would be wholly theirs.

"Does that feel good, Andrew?" Alex asked as she massaged the middle of his back as she worked her way down to his ass. Which had been taunting her to reach out to squeeze it, kiss it, and give it a very light pop.

"Mmmhmm," Andrew hummed.

"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it, baby," Alex uttered in a sweet tone. A hungry light flared in her eyes as she felt how his ass cheeks tightened, causing his balls to peek out. How she couldn't wait to get them in her mouth. She knew her son really enjoyed having them sucked on, and she aimed to give her boy all the pleasure he could handle. "You still with me, baby? I don't want you falling asleep on me before we get to the main event," she teased as she massaged the back of his legs.

"Like I'm going to do that," Andrew snorted, feeling his pre-cum soaking into his mother's comforter. "Mom?" He knew it wasn't the right time to tell her this, yet when is it ever the right time to tell your own mother that the gods influenced her to flee from their home and to find herself in Egypt?

"Yes?"

"There's something I have to tell you. It's important."

"What about?" Alex uttered, looking back at the head of her bed. Telling him to roll over so she could do his front. "This appears to be serious, Andrew," she stated, seeing the look on her son's face as she massaged his right arm, placing his hand on her other breast that felt left out.

"It kind of is," Andrew said, gazing at her, wondering how she would take the news.

"Please tell me it's not about that woman?!" Alex spoke, keeping her temper in check.

"No, it's not about... her," Andrew answered, stopping himself from calling Wilma Mom. To him, she was his mother, an adoptive mother to him; however, with what he had to talk about, he didn't think that would be wise to start off with.

"Then what's this about?" Alex asked curiously as she scooted down the bed to do his chest. Nonetheless, her eyes were peering out the corner of her eye at Andrew's phallus. Feeling her mouth water as she watched how it pulsated in time with his heart, to how that bead of pre-cum ran down the head of his cock, taunting her to leap forward and swallow her son's pole.

"It's about why you left us," Andrew said, seeing how his mother's head snapped over to him.

"What do you mean, why I left you and your father? You know I..." Stopping herself when Andrew held up a hand. Noting how he was trying to word it so she could comprehend what he was saying. Watching how he blew out a breath and sighed. "Andrew, just tell me."

"The gods influenced you to abandon us for Egypt," Andrew stated, the brutal truth lacing every word. Watching how her mouth just hung open, her eyes darting to and fro as her scientific mind was racing with questions.

"Then I..."

"Oh no, you're still at fault; you can't get out of that," Andrew stated pointedly. "Just it wasn't all you."

"But... why?"

"To get me here, or that's what I assume anyway, given what Isis, Bast, and the other gods I've spoken to have hinted at." Seeing his mother's anger rising as it marred her face, his eyes fell on her backside as she surged off her bed.

"Of all the low down, dirty, sneaky, underhanded things to do!" Alex roared. "I never wanted to leave you or your father, Andrew; you have to believe that," she stated as she paced her bedroom, seeing his eyes following her. "I loved being your mother and Julián's wife. However, ever since I was little, I didn't know why, yet Egypt always called to me. Like it was calling me to come home. As I grew, I could sometimes ignore that pull, and I did for a time. Nevertheless, when I would read to you in your sheet forts in your room with you on my lap. It was like a beating drum in my head, only getting louder as you grew until I could no longer ignore it," she stated as she chewed on her fingernail. Wondering how long have they been manipulating her and her son, wondering if they did so with her parents or all the other descendants of Pepi II. Pondering how many lives, not just theirs, that the gods have ruined just to get this end result. Wondering why they couldn't do so any other time throughout history. Why it had to be her son, her life that they royally fucked up. "Can you ever forgive me for walking out on you and your father?" Alex asked with tears in her eyes as she stared at her son.

"Don't know, right now... no, I can't, but I understand you really didn't have much of a choice in the matter like I don't have a choice in being this," Andrew stated as his hand gestured down his body. "However, the gods didn't make you do anything. That was all free will on your part. Sure, they might have made it very fucking hard to resist the urge, yet you still had a choice not to flee home... for this," he said, waving to his surroundings. "Although, I have a feeling they would get you and me here one way or another. Maybe in time, I can forgive you, but right now, that's not going to happen. You abandoned us for dust and bones?! But..." Holding up his hand when his mother opened her mouth and blew out a breath to ease the valve that held his anger from boiling over, "I didn't tell you this to get into a fight. I just thought you should know that it wasn't all your fault." Huffing loudly as his mother buried his face into her bosom once she leapt back onto her bed.

"I promise, honey, I will earn your forgiveness. I don't know if I'll ever be able to with your father. But I promise I will earn yours," Alex whispered as she breathed into her son's hair. Her hand moved on its own, instinctively finding her son's hard rod. Feeling the heat of his erection on the palm of her hand. Gooseflesh rippled across her skin as she felt the tips of Andrew's fingers dancing along the skin of her back. "I told you before if I can't be your mother in your eyes, I can be your woman," she stated in a husky voice. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt her son's right hand cupping her mound. Whimpering, urging him on, silently telling him where she really needed those fingers of his. "Oh, Andy, yes, that's it," Alex uttered breathlessly as she felt her growing dew coating her son's exploring appendages. Her fingers moved through her son's hair as she ran her hand along the back of Andrew's head as he gently kissed every inch of her breasts.

A libidinous smirk formed on her lips as she lightly pushed her son back onto her bed. "Your Queen, my Pharaoh, needs her pussy tasted by her king," Alex purred as her fingertips trailed down his chest before she swung her right leg over him to straddle his body. Biting her lip as her left hand wrapped around the base of her son's cock. Feeling his hot breath along her pussy as Andrew's face was just inches from it. Her eyes fluttered as her son teased her outer labia, causing them to redden even more as her arousal grew. "Oh... fuck yes, taste your mother, Andrew?!" she moaned in bliss as his mouth captured her aching pussy. Feeling her folds tighten around her son's tongue when she felt the sting of his hand on her ass. "Not so hard, Andrew," Alex pouted, yet she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed it when he did that. Then again, that was the first time he's ever spanked her during their relationship. Feeling her pussy growing wetter as that same hand rubbed her ass, along with the soreness from his strike away. How that just turned her on so damn much, and she knew her son knew that as well.

"Then you best put that cock in your mouth," Andrew commanded before diving back into his mother's hot cunt.

Alex could only smirk at her son's tone before his cock did find its home within her mouth. She didn't know if it was because of the blessings he told her about or the fact that for eight long years, she hadn't had a man in her bed. Nevertheless, she couldn't get over the fact of how good her son's cock tasted on her tongue as her head bobbed, bringing pleasure to the man in her life. All the while, in the back of her mind, she was pondering if the gods had kept her celibate for so long to ensure that she would be free to be Andrew's Queen. If that was the case, then she sure as hell wasn't going to screw this up, not ever! She might have been led astray by the gods, might... no, she knew she hurt her son greatly in her leaving him and his father; it was obvious whenever she looked into his eyes. She may never earn the title of mother ever again in his heart, yet as she moved to poise his manhood at the place he was born from she knew she was going to be the woman that filled that emptiness.

"You love how my pussy just wraps around this big cock of yours, don't you, baby?" Alex asked as her lips molded around his shaft as she slid down it. After all the sex they've been doing, while she might not be as tight as she once had been after her eight years of drought, that didn't matter; her son's cock still filled her up like no one else could ever do. Smiling down at him as his eyes followed the bounce of her breasts as she rode that hard phallus of his.

"I have to wonder how many of those Professors at that University you fled to would love being where I am," Andrew taunted, his hands gripping his mother's thighs as her folds squeezed his cock. Smelling her sex filling the air, then seeing her cream surging down his slick pole as she tossed her head back screaming out in bliss as she came for him.

Alex's dark red hair was askew as her carnal hunger burned into her son's face as she gazed at him like a woman possessed. Leaning forward, placing her hands on either side of her son's body, the clapping of her ass was loud as she rode her son hard. "Quite a few of them, Andrew, yet my pussy, my body is only for one man, and one man only. My Pharaoh," Alex cooed in a loving tone as she passionately kissed her son. Squealing into his mouth as she felt Andrew's hands on her ass and how rapid his hips hammered his cock deep into her womanhood.

Alex's teeth tore at her pillow, her legs kicked wildly, her feet pounded her mattress as her son hammered his cock home. Her ass bounced with every thrust of his hips; her juice leaked out around his rod and dripped down onto the bed, joining its other brethren in the growing wet spot on her comforter.

"Cum in me, Andy?! Release your hot seed deep into your mother's womb. Mark me as yours and yours alone?!" Alex wailed in delight, knowing they couldn't keep fucking like they would normally do when she knew Carla and Anta were due to be back in twenty or so minutes. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her walls constricted around her son's cock as he slammed it to its base, filling her pussy up with that cock of his. Making it realize who it belonged to as her walls hugged it for dear life as she felt his seed flooding her womb.

Wondering if her boy was going to get her pregnant one day. Alex was a little surprised to find herself slightly thrilled with the idea of becoming knocked up by her son. Although, given the amount of cum he has dumped inside of her, she couldn't rule out the possibility of that happening. If it did, she would raise their child; she knew she would never leave her son or daughter if that were to pass. She would show her son she could be a mother to them both. Her body shuddered as Andrew withdrew his cock from her wet, soiled, stretched pussy. Sucking on her lower lip as she felt how he smeared the last of his cum on her labia.

"Come, help me to the shower; we need to clean up before those two get back," Alex stated, hanging onto her son as her wobbly legs threatened to send her back crashing onto her bed. Not that she was complaining, far from it, she loved how her son made her orgasm, and she wouldn't trade that for the world.

"Do you like it?" Anta asked in a small voice as Andrew bit into the slice of his pizza. Praying he did, also that Andrew would think about staying in Egypt for good. She knew he would miss his father and stepmother, that was expected, and she would never tell him he couldn't visit them whenever he wanted to. That would be wrong of her as his wife, feeling her face heat when the word rolled across her mind, to keep her husband away from his family. Yet she and Carla had four more years to work on their PHDs, and they simply couldn't leave Egypt just to start all over again. "Good, I'm glad," she cooed. A warm smile graced her lips as Andrew nodded as he chewed on his bite.​