Pharaoh’s Curse Pt. 02

"Yes this is he, yes Andrew McCain is my son, why do you ask?" Julián asked the unknown caller. "What do you mean you have business to discuss with my son? What could your government have to do with Andrew?" he asked worryingly, as he paced the room.

"Yes, yes, fuck me Andrew, fuck your mother," Wilma hissed feeling how she was able to take his cock further into her with each glide. Loving how his cock stretched her out.

"What do you mean its confidential? He's eighteen, I'm his father, I have rights! Fine," Julián sighed, knowing this wasn't his night. "Two weeks, on the 21^st? Hmm... I don't know, I'll have to check my schedule. If I can't be here will his mother be fine to stand in my place. She will. Good. And you." His thumb mashed the end button surprised he hadn't lost his hard-on during all that. Yet it surged once Wilma bellowed out in pleasure once she saw he was done.

"Oh fuck! Yes Andrew, I'm going to..." Her squeal was high as her body shuddered, her cunt squeezing the life out of her step-son's cock. "It's so... deep!" Wilma released a gargled moan as she sank deeper on to Andrew's cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Andrew cursed as Wilma's folds encased him in her tight, hot, wet sex.

"Someone wants to play," Wilma said, with a devious smile as Julián walked back in with a bottle of lube. She didn't always do anal, yet this was a special occasion. "Come on baby, stick that hard cock into my tight little hole," she purred as she spread her ass cheeks. "Aha! Andrew, mmm... suck on my breasts." Peering back at Julián as a lustful grin appeared on her lips as she felt two of his fingers lubing up her ass. A rumbling moan left her lips as the crown of Julián's rod pressed against her starfish. Her fingers crunched the cushion as he eased his cock further into her ass. Her body shuddered as she felt both cocks rubbing against her. God. She's never been this full before. It was divine! "Ah fuck! I'm cumming!" It was thanks to Julián's hold on her arms that she didn't collapse on Andrew's face.

Wilma was adrift on a sea of ecstasy; her mind was blank as she felt their two cocks pumping in and out of her two hot holes. Feeling her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her grabbled grunts and groans were the only things that told them that her ass had cum or when her pussy had an orgasm. She's never been fucked like this before, where she was just a puppet along for the ride as her holes pleased the two men that were pleasuring her so well. In all her other threesomes she was never like this. Then again, those mostly involved another female. This was only the second 'MMF' threesome she's ever done. Her eyes widened as she felt two blast of semen shooting deep inside of her body. Wincing as Julián eased his cock out of her ass, feeling his cum leaking out of that stretched hole. Hissing as she lifted off of Andrew's pole. Feeling how sore her little cunt was.

"See you in the morning son, we have something we need to talk about," Julián said, propping up Wilma, whose legs refused to work. Opting to carry her to their bed. His and his son's cum dripping onto the floor as he carried his wife to their bedroom.

"Bye Andy," Wilma said dreamily, waving her hand before disappearing into the room.

"Well... that happened," Andrew muttered, not that he didn't enjoy fucking his step-mother. He just never thought he would ever have a threesome with his father. It was a strange experience to say the least. A smirk rose the corner of his lips as he noted how his cock glistened in Wilma's juices. Gathering up his clothes, he knew his father would get on him if he left them there, not to mention how expensive they were. Tilting his head to the side as the notification light on his phone flashed as it fell out of his pants pocket. Wondering who could have... an evil grin spread along his lips at his mother's text.

"Did you enjoy your gift mother?" Andrew texted hoping she got the sarcasm.

"Did you see the mess you made me leave on my bed!" Alex texted back. "Where have you been? I've been waiting hours! Hours! Andrew!"

"Dad and Mom," Andrew chuckled wondering how she would react to that, "took me out for dinner... then we had dessert," he wrote back. He wasn't about to tell her about the threesome that had just happened.

"I'm your mother! Not that woman!" Came a quick reply. Andrew fought himself from laughing out loud so not to alert his father. "You did, after all, fuck this to sweet bliss! Does she let you fuck her!" Andrew felt his cock re-hardening as his mother sent a picture of her cunt, her fingers spreading her labia open, showing how wet that pink little center was, and how much it longed for him to be back where he belonged.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it," Andrew lied, just to get a rise out of his mother. Arching an eyebrow when his Skype went off. He let it ring for four times before he answered. He wanted his mother to sweat a bit.

"Baby! You were supposed to answer right away!" Alex's red hair filled the screen. Her sky-blue eyes held a little sadness in them as she stared into the camera. Her lower lip was plumped into a pout.

"You know what time it is here?" Andrew asked, with a smirk.

"Of course, I do! Yet, someone, had to have something delivered to me!" Alex said, staring lustfully at her son. "So don't you give me any lip about how late it is! I was having such a good dream too!"

"Oh? What about?"

"I-I don't want to say," Alex said, looking off to the side.

"Then I won't show you something," Andrew stated, knowing that his mother must have been dreaming about him. The way her eyes shot towards him was totally on the mark.

"D-do you mean it? Would you show it to me?" Alex asked, her mouth salivating at the thought of seeing her son's cock again. Ever since she had watched him pack, and drove him to the airport. She felt so alone, the two and a half months they had together, had been so awesome for her. She knew he hadn't forgiven her. She could see it in his eyes, yet she could also tell he understood at least a little bit. That was something, wasn't it? Andrew was talking to her, not the eight years of silence that she'd had to endure. She didn't tell him, yet she had to fight herself from calling her son. Had to remind herself that if he didn't want to talk, she wasn't going to force herself on him. Yes, she had left him and her husband out of selfish reasons, still, that didn't mean she didn't want to be his mother. To talk with him, to share in her experiences like they had done during the dig, and the time they shared in her bed.

"My, if I didn't know better, I would say, you want to see your son's cock," Andrew said, teasing his mother ruthlessly.

"You know I do, baby," Alex said, in a small voice.

"Then what was the dream about?" Smiling when he heard his mother release a sigh.

"We were sailing down the Nile on this barge. Surrounded by servants, I was wearing this blue linen dress, that really didn't hide anything. You were between my legs, licking my pussy so good," Andrew watched as his mother sucked on her lower lip, "feeling your tongue exploring my womanhood, like I taught you how to do in this very bed," panning the camera to the right showing the empty space, "my nails dragging up your back as you thrust that big, hard, mmm... fat cock into me, again like you were taught on this bed," Alex said, in a wanton purr. "Now how about you, show mama that cock, baby?"

"Hmm...?!" Tilting his head back, his finger tapping his lips while slyly seeing his mother squirm. "I don't know. I mean I just did see you yesterday..."

"Andrew! Don't make your mother beg, that's not nice," Alex pouted. "I did tell you my dream after all," she said, in this cute small voice.

"Alright, no need to pout," Andrew quipped, while smirking inwardly at how his mother was acting. Knowing this was exactly what he wanted. Her craving his cock, lusting for it, begging for it. "That will teach you for leaving us!" he thought to himself as he turned his phone over showing his mother the cock she longed for.

"Oh baby!" Andrew heard his mother's sensuous moan as he moved his phone along the length of his rod, moving it closer and away from his manhood. Just to fuck with her, Andrew was having a blast. "Turn me around Andrew," Alex ordered, as much as it pained her to tear her gaze away from her son's cock. She had something she wanted to talk to him about. Something that she truly hoped that he would think about, because she really wanted to spend time with him once again out in the wilds of Egypt. "Now. I have something I really want to talk to you about."

"Okay?" Andrew cocked an eyebrow wondering what it could be. Given that his father had shipped him off before enrollment in college Andrew had a year or so to kill. He knew his father wouldn't mind as long as he kept himself out of trouble and kept his mind sharp enough for when he applied that spring. "Shoot."

"You know how you helped to find those scrolls and how you somehow knew where that tomb was?"

"Yeah," Andrew replied, remembering the video Anta showed him as he spoke in ancient Egyptian.

"Well... the University, and long with the Antiquities department would like to invite you back to the dig once winter is over. They want a more detailed study of the site, and... given your recent fame... they think it would garner more backing and coverage."

"Wait... you want me to go back into that desert, in that heat, without my A/C? Are they smoking crack?" Smiling as his mother giggled.

"No silly! We were roughing it then, given the rush on the dig. I promise you we'll have chillers this time, and generators so you can stay in touch with your Facebook people," Alex said, biting her lip to contain her laughter.

"Hmm... I don't know... you do remember all the weirdness that happened there? Don't you think it would start back up if we went back?"

"Its possible, hell, I don't even know what the hell was going on then. But..." Panning her phone down her body letting her son watch as she played her with her left 32C breast. Then down her stomach, the light of her phone caused the wetness of her cunt to flash in a sheen. "If you do, then just think of all the nights you could be back inside mama's hot pussy. Just think of all the nights I'd be begging underneath those stars as you take me from behind. Don't you remember how beautiful they were? You can't get that in New York." Hoping that she was sweetening the pot. She so hoped that he would.

"I'll think about it," Andrew muttered. Although it really wasn't about the heat, since it no longer affected him thanks to Ra. Which in and of itself, was bloody weird. Who would have thought he would ever thank a god, of all deities that were out there.

"Please do baby, it would really mean a lot. I know I don't have a right to ask that. Yet I really do miss you. I missed you everyday I left you and your father. I hope you believe that." Andrew could see the truth in her eyes as they watered, so he knew it wasn't a ruse. "Maybe we can't be like a true mother and son, yet maybe we can be at least friends."

"One day at a time."

"Okay, I can do that," Alex said, her lip trembled, her voice quivered as she wiped her tear from her eye. "Now you get to bed, we'll talk later. I do love you Andrew, I hope you know that." Andrew stared at his reflection in his phone when his mother cut the feed before he could reply. Tossing his phone onto the bed before walking into his bathroom to take another shower.

******

Two weeks later...

Andrew looked to his father whose jaw was set. He had only seen his father get that look when he was in his office when he visited his father during his work hours when he didn't have a babysitter. His father was a good father, he knew how hard he was working to keep up everything when his mother fled their home. So being the good dutiful son, Andrew kept out of his father's way, stayed quiet working on his homework or some little project for his father. Just like he was protective of his father, Julián was equally if not more protective over him. Looking down as Wilma placed her hand over his, recounting the mornings that he had awoken with that hand or her mouth wrapped around his cock. Yet that was normally on the weekends given she was gone early in the morning long before he got up. Noting the seriousness on their faces as the elegant Egyptian woman sat across from him. Her olive tone skin still held some of its youthfulness to it given she was in her late forties. Her dark blue suit jacket and skirt, while not overly detailing her womanly shape, Andrew had no trouble telling the woman had the curves in all the right places. Her soft brown eyes didn't look at his father nor Wilma, they were solely on him. Why? Andrew didn't have a clue. He would have thought the hype about the tomb would have died down by now, yet his mother and the other people working to catalog the items always stumbled upon some unique 'thing' at least once a day. So it kept the find, and him, in the news.

"Its very, very nice to meet you Mr. McCain," the woman said, gracefully rising from her seat. Holding out her hand to Andrew, her ebony hair brushed along her chest as she slightly leaned over their coffee table.

"Nice to meet you...?"

"Call me Neith, Mr....."

"Andrew, if you please," he said, feeling how soft, how smooth, and how firm her grip was as he shook her hand. Andrew had a feeling she could bend a cock to her will with that kung fu grip of hers. His eyes darting down as Neith pressed her left hand against the back of his hand.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Andrew," Neith said, her lips curled in a genuine smile.

"Okay... this is getting weird," Andrew muttered to himself as her fingers brushed along the back of his hand as she broke contact with him before retaking her seat.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Wilma asked, she and Julián had taken the day off to be here for Andrew should he need it.

"Yes, if you don't mind?" Neith stated with a warm smile.

"Now while my wife is fixing us all tea," Julián said, in that cold business-like tone as he sat forward. "Please enlighten my son and I exactly why the Egyptian government wishes to speak with my eighteen-year-old son?"

"Your father is very protective of you," Neith said, flashing Andrew another smile. "As to why I, a representative for my government at the UN, is here in your lovely home. Is because of what your son has accomplished, what no other before him as done."

"I understand the find was impressive, but does such a thing warrant... no offence Andy, someone high in your government to appear in our home?" Wilma asked, as she carried the tray into the room.

"I can see how this would be alarming to you, I assure you, your son isn't in any trouble, quite the opposite in fact," Neith said, once again smiling only at Andrew.

Andrew on the other hand, felt a little nervousness as the woman's eyes would only look at him, never at his father, or Wilma, unless spoken to. Why was that? What was her fascination with him?

"I met your mother once, she's quite the remarkable woman," Neith said, bringing the cup to her lips. "Mmm... that's lovely," she stated as she set the cup down.

"Thank you," Wilma said, blushing at the compliment.

"If you say my son isn't in any trouble, then what are you..." Andrew's heart raced, his head on a swivel, his hand waved in front of his father's face as it appeared that they were frozen in place.

"Please be at ease my Pharaoh, or should I say Pharaoh Onouphrios," Neith said, her eyes glinted in mischievousness as she peered over the rim of the cup.

"How do you know that name?" Andrew asked, his Adam's apple bobbed wondering just who or what this woman was. His eyes glanced to the left as Bast sauntered out of his room. She'd never done that before, so why now?

"I should know the name and the soul I helped to guide eons ago over the veil," Neith stated, wondering if he could guess who she truly was.

"No... you can't... Isis?" Andrew squeaked as his mother's lessons flooded his mind.

"Mmm, it seems my Pharaoh is remembering his lessons," Bast purred as she leaned over the back of the couch. "Tell me Isis, just what are you doing here?"

"What does it look like Bast, I came to see the Pharaoh of Egypt like I have done since its founding," Isis said, setting down the saucer.

"Either one of you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Andrew asked, trying to keep his voice from rising as he sat in front of two very old, very powerful goddesses.

"You see Pharaoh, the gods have been watching, well we've been watching you since you've been born. I am after all the one that brought your soul back across the veil," Isis said, sitting regally on his couch.

"Come again?!"

"Did you think, your falling into that little room was an accident?" Bast mused, as she rested her furred cheek in her hand as her elbow rested on the back of the couch. "We guided you there, it was written long before Cleopatra came to power. Even she wasn't a true Pharaoh, spawn of invaders claiming to be Pharaohs or playing at one," she spat.

"Now, now Bast, let's not get into that right now," Isis said, patting Bast's right cheek.

"Okay, why? What could you possibly have of me?" Andrew asked, his heart racing.

"Right now, nothing, just to help you, guide you, even..." Her eyes glanced over at Bast then down noting the goddess's arousal. "Then when the time is right return Egypt back to the power it once held. Even now, the gods of old are returning, we are regaining our power that usurper stole from us. Still, that might..."

"Don't speak of it Isis, it will only frighten him, the battle has yet to be won," Bast whispered. Referring to the calamity that was brewing and the battle on the other side of the US, where an ancient evil was slowly awakening.

Andrew rightly didn't have a clue of what the hell they were talking about. How was he supposed to bring Egypt back to power? It was already a powerful nation, what more could they want? The lands of the Hebrews? Libya? Rome?

"All the above," Isis said, her eyes cutting into him. "The kingdom of Egypt shall once again stand above all others; it shall be the first and the last kingdom to ever grace this Earth."

"Okay, I think I've either gone insane or had an aneurysm or I got a brain tumor," Andrew muttered, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. Wondering how his life had gotten so weird.

"Worry not about that for now," Isis said, waving off his future. "That's many, many years ahead, for now Pharaoh just enjoy the gifts we gods have bequeathed you." Andrew peered through his fingers as Isis sat a gold ring onto the table. A half-inch long Ankh was joined to the band, The symbols of the crook and flail were etched on the inside of the band. The gold glinted in the light calling out to him like it was yearning to adorn his body. "Take it Pharaoh, it belongs to you after all," Isis stated flashing him another warm smile. His eyes followed Bast as she walked back to his room, if he didn't know better he would have sworn she was wearing a smirk as he reached for the ring. "Excellent! Now the power of the Pharaohs of old are at you beck and call," Isis exclaimed as the ring slid along his right index finger.

"Whoo!" Andrew yelped as he felt a surge energy running up his right arm.

"Thoth will come and instruct you on how to properly use it. We wouldn't want you to cause... just don't use it right now, it could be very disastrous."