Pharaoh's Curse:
Trouble in New York -- The Return.
Part 2
By
Soul71
Thanks for the edits WA001.
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"
Mortals
," Bast growled as she sensed the approach of a man. Reverting back to her cat form as
Julián
stood in his son's doorway.
"Andrew? Where did that cat come from?"
"She kind of followed me from Egypt," Andrew said, which was the truth.
"You know I don't like..." Julián's words died in his throat as those green eyes stared at him. "As long as she stays in your room."
"Sure thing Dad," Andrew nodded. Wondering what Bast planted in his father's mind to get him to agree. Plus he didn't think his father would take the news that Bast was actually a goddess in the disguise of a cat, Andrew didn't think anyone would take that very well.
"Now, I've made the reservations. Go take a shower and put on that good suit," Julián said, placing a loving hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm sure you've been longing for a good meal," he chuckled as he walked out of his son's room.
Andrew sighed as he brushed his towel along his head as he walked out of his bathroom. It was so good to be back home. Back in his room that had its own bath attached to it -- namely the eight shower heads. It always felt like he was standing beneath a waterfall. Although he did wonder how his mother was taking his absence. He did make her moan often enough, made her beg for his cock, squeal to the heavens as he pounded her into her bed.
"Well now," Wilma cooed, her gray eyes ran down his body, lingering on what laid beneath his towel. Smirking when Andrew jumped in startlement. "Do you like the dress Andrew?" she asked, directing his view to the blue, silk, slip dress she had donned while he was in the shower. "Don't worry about your father," Wilma chuckled as Andrew looked back at his closed door. "Julián knows I'm in here, so do you like the dress?" she asked again.
Andrew's blue-green eyes ran down Wilma's twenty-eight-year-old body. Her light brown hair was lightly curled, her gray eyes gazed at him, yearning for him to study her body. The way the silk hugged her 36B breasts foretelling that she wasn't wearing a bra as her right arm propped her up while her left forearm rested on her crossed legs. Her matching pumps lightly kicked in the air as she waited for his answer.
"Y-yeah," Andrew stammered like a fool. Then again, this was the woman he had constantly masturbated to.
"Then come here," Wilma beckoned to him. Her leg slipped off her knee as Andrew drew near. "Do you remember the video we sent to you?"
"Mmmhmm," Andrew nodded his head vehemently. His heart raced as she gave him a view down the front of her dress. "
God. Those tits are so
..." Andrew muttered to himself feeling his blood rush to his manhood.
"Did you jack this," her fingers skimmed along his inner thigh as it rose higher beneath his towel, "cock," the heat of his growing member soaked into her palm, "to me being fucked?" Wilma asked, as she slowly began to stroke him to full mast.
"Uh-huh," Andrew stuttered as Wilma's thumb gently kneaded the head of his cock. Watching how her free hand peeled away his towel. Her eyes peered up at him as she leaned forward.
"Would you want to stick this hard cock into my hungry mouth?' Wilma asked, knowing full well that he did. While she did love Julián, he was twelve years older than she was, and had a very busy schedule due to his work. She understood this. It was why she had suggested it to Julián in the first place. Wilma didn't want to cheat on him, because he was always at the office, or handling a client. She knew how he valued his work; she wasn't about to make him stop. Plus if she was being truthful, the money didn't hurt either. Before she met Julián she was living with two of her friends, and they barely made ends met due to New York's high cost of living. So when she accidently walked in on him masturbating her name escaping his lips she knew Andrew could be the release she needed when Julián was busy. "Say the words Andrew, let your
mother
hear what you want her to do to this
big
,
fat
,
hard
cock," Wilma purred as her eyes peered up at him
"I want you to s-suck it," Andrew said, trying to keep his body from trembling as Wilma's hand ran up and down the length of his ten inch rod.
"Mmm... don't mind if I do," Wilma cooed as she leaned forward. Her lips wrapped around Andrew's crown. Her eyes fluttering as his rod glided along her tongue. The scent of pomegranates filled her nostrils as she sank his cock deeper into her mouth. Her hands rested on his hips as her head bobbed quickly on that hard pole. Her pussy tingled as she sucked her step-son off. She couldn't believe he was this big as her jaw began to get sore due the size of the cock that was stuffing it. She had to keep from drooling so it wouldn't mar her dress as she took that pole as far as she could go. She had to admit it was the first big cock she's ever sucked. Her eyes glanced up, noting how Andrew was reacting to the warmth of her mouth and the masterful skill she had earned from her years in college.
Andrew arched an eyebrow when it appeared to him that Bast huffed before turning her head away from him to gaze out the window. "I'm going..."
"Mmmhmm," Wilma moaned around his shaft telling him that was exactly where she wanted his hot cum. "Mmm... I must say, that was quite a lot of cum," she cooed as she gazed up at him. Using his towel to dry off his tool; she couldn't wait to fuck it. She knew his father wanted the first time to be all three of them together. Wilma had no problem with that. She knew once she had her pussy stuffed by it she feared that she wouldn't be able to live without it. "I can't wait to feel your cock fucking me Andy," Wilma purred as she pulled up the hem of her dress. Showing Andrew that she wasn't wearing any panties and that she had her pussy freshly waxed just for him. "It's going to feel so good... deep inside of my pussy," she said, slipping two of her fingers into her moist cunt. Her fingertips skimmed along her labia as she rose. Smiling approvingly as Andrew wasted no time in cleaning them of her sex as his lips wrapped around her fingers. "Now I'll let you get dressed," Wilma said lovingly, as she caressed his right cheek. Her ass swayed as she left her step-son's room.
"
Hmm... I can't say you look... gallant in all that cloth compared to your own royal garb Pharaoh. Although you do look... regal
," Bast stated as she reclined on Andrew's bed as he buttoned up his pearl white dress shirt before tucking it into his black dress slacks.
"Thanks... I guess," Andrew muttered. Trying not to ogle Bast's bare breasts or the hints of her pink lips as her linen loin cloth slid down her leg as she rested on her left side.
"
You may gaze at my immortal body, my Pharaoh
," Bast purred a twinkle formed in her gold-brown eyes. "