better
mother better than her," Wilma said, wiggling her ass as her stepson. "Fuck!" she squealed as Andrew rammed his hard rod deep into her molten core. Her teeth pulled on the covers, her legs beating against the bed as her cunt tried to accommodate Andrew's ten and half inch cock. "Oh God! Yes Andy, fuck me!" Wilma growled in want before her body convulsed as her climax raced through her body.
"Come here baby," Alex purred, her finger beckoned her son to her. Her nose wiggled as she smelled Wilma's sex on the recirculated air, her eyes glanced down seeing it dripping down onto her bed. "
You're Queen isn't nearly satisfied yet
," she cooed in ancient Egyptian as she laid on her side. Her sky-blue eyes followed her son as he moved towards where she laid. Biting her lip as Andrew took hold of her right leg and holding it against his chest. "Look at it baby," holding her son's slick cock against her mon Venus, "look how big you are inside of your mother," Alex purred, her nails lightly trailed up her son's rod. "Let's put you back inside my hot, eager pussy," she said, guiding his manhood back to where it belonged. Moaning loudly as that hard pole glided into her liquefied mound. "Yes baby, you feel so... fuck yes!" Alex screamed out as Andrew hammered his cock home. Her fingers rubbed her clit, her eyes gazed at her son in a predatory light. Her 32C breasts swayed with every thrust of Andrew's hips. "Mmmhmm, fuck me baby, fuck me hard," she growled, her right hand tightly gripping the edge of the bed.
Her breath grew rapid, her stomach rolled, foretelling of what was about to come. One of the biggest orgasms she's waited all day for crashed upon her soul. Her head jerked, her eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of her head. "Andrew!" Alex howled as he slammed the base of his cock deep into her cunt. Her nectar surged out of her peach; her thighs trembled. Gasping as Andrew withdrew slightly and slammed his rod back home. "Oh fuck, oh fuck.... mmmhmm," she hummed, sucking on her lower lip. Her eyes stared hungrily at her son, her mouth hung open, her tongue curled out. Thrusting against his hips adding her own skill to take all of her son into her womanhood. Where if she was lucky would be the one place it would always find it's resting place.
"No fair! She's already came. It's my turn!" Wilma pouted. Not caring what Alex thought, swing her leg over her body, presenting her ever welcoming pussy to her darling stepson. Smiling wickedly down at Alex as she heard Andrew pulling his member from Alex's spent cunt. Reaching between her legs, guiding Andrew's cock back to where it belonged -- deep inside of her. "That's it baby, fuck your mother. Make my pussy paint that cock in its cream," Wilma purred peering over her shoulder.
And so, the battle of the mothers continued on for another solid hour. Until Andrew found himself exhausted, panting for air, his cock deflated beyond their means of enticement... at least for a few hours. Sweat glistened on his skin, weakly peering down his chest. Arching an eyebrow as he watched his mother and stepmother fight for every drop of his sperm that marred their bodies. His head thumped on the bed, rolling his eyes at the display. Andrew just didn't think he would have had a threesome with the two of them in the mix. Given his stepmother's attitude towards his mother. Nonetheless it appeared he was wrong as evidenced by the two of them wrestling and licking each other's bodies clean of his seed. If he wasn't so spent he knew the sight before him would get a rise out of his very used cock. Although he did wish he had a camera to record this moment.
"Andy," Alex purred in a satisfied tone. "Tell me, I was the better one, you liked fucking me the most, didn't you?"
"Andy did not like fucking you, he enjoyed his new mother the best, didn't you?" Wilma asked, shooting daggers at Alex.
"I am so not answering that," Andrew said, in a tired voice.
"Please baby, you know my pussy was better than hers," Alex cooed her fingers walked up his leg as her body inched higher along his.
"Nah-uh, you liked mine more than hers, after all I am over ten years younger than she is," Wilma cooed, pressing her 36B breasts into Andrew's chest. Her cunt throbbed just like it always did when she was fucked by that orgasmic cock of his. She always loved how it made her pussy wet hours afterwards. "You know my little kitty can tighten up faster than hers can," Wilma said, shooting Alex a taunting smirk.
"Hmpf!" Alex huffed, turning her nose up at Julián's wife. "Unlike you, I can actually take all of my baby's nice hard cock," she shot back. Smirking wickedly at Wilma as she fumed knowing it was the truth.
"Don't you have old bones to fiddle with?" Wilma asked, a little irked that Alex's words rang true. It wasn't her fault that she could only handle eight inches of Andrew's hard tool. A smile spreading along her lips as Alex sighed.
"Baby, don't you fuck her more than you do me," Alex said, as they stood in the lobby of the hotel. Standing close to her son, her fingers lightly tugged on Andrew's shirt. Her cheeks heated as those confident, alluring blue-green eyes of his gazed at her. She might have given up her title as his mother years ago. She wasn't about to lose the one she now held as her son's lover, at least not to Julián's new wife. "Because you know how much I love you," Alex said softly, her sky-blue eyes glanced up, biting her lip as the lights of the lobby played along his lightened crimson hair that he had earned under the Egyptian sun. "So you best not fall for her, I'd be very hurt to know that I'm not enough woman for you," she said, stepping closer to Andrew. "
Your Queen shouldn't have to fight off your royal harem for time with her Pharaoh
," Alex spoke in a sultry tone in ancient Egyptian. "
The Princess of Egypt should have a higher standing in the Pharaoh's life than.... her
," she stated, her eyes flickered over Andrew's right shoulder centering on Wilma.
"
You're not going to let this princess thing go are you
?" Andrew asked, feeling his mother's breath on his lips.
"
Nope
," Alex uttered her lips smacked as she spoke the word. "
I am forever more your Queen, my Pharaoh
," she said, her hands lightly ran down her son's arms. Lightly placing a kiss on her son's lips as she noted the car she had ordered pulling up from the corner of her eye. "I'll call later, be good baby," Alex cooed her fingertips lightly ran along his manhood as she passed.
"Come Andy, let's go home," Wilma said sweetly, stepping up to his side.
******
Two weeks before the grand opening...
"What do you think of this dress Andrew?" Carla asked, slowly spinning around showing off the elegant dinner dress to Andrew's viewing pleasure. Her brown hair twirled in the air as she did. Recounting the time he had fucked her against the window in his penthouse bedroom. A room, she might add, that was larger than her whole apartment back in Cairo if you included his bathroom into the floor plan. She couldn't imagine what it was like to come up with the wealth that he lived in. True, when they first met Andrew did come off as a spoiled rich kid, yet as she learned of what had transpired between his mother and himself, along with what he had done for his father during the years away from his mother. She began to grow very fond of Andrew. Carla knew that Anta had feelings for him as well, and when he hadn't taken advantage of them during the whole weirdness at the dig site that was going on. That just drew her more towards Andrew and how she wanted to be in his life.
"What about mine, Andrew?" Anta inquired, peering at him in the mirror as her hands ran down the front of the light pink, fitted, lace knee length, cocktail dress. Knowing the nipple tape was doing wonders to hold up the dress with her only having 32A breasts. Although, she did love how Andrew caressed her orbs. The way his lips felt upon her skin, how his tongue teased her nipples. Her ebony hair brushed along her caramel skin as she peered over her left shoulder. Giving her ass a little shake knowing that if she went with this dress she would be going commando that night. It's the least she could do given how Andrew was paying for the dresses. Plus if she could sneak him away from the party, Anta couldn't think of a better thank you than fucking Andrew in the stairwell of the museum.
"You two look very lovely in those dresses," Andrew said, smiling at them as he sat in the middle of the row of chairs the shop had set out for just that very reason.
"You sure you don't mind paying for these? They are very expensive," Anta cooed, showing off her silhouette to him once she turned to the left.
"No, I don't mind," Andrew answered, after all he just made one hundred thirty-nine million, five hundred thousand dollars in finder's fees for the tonnage of gold that was in that secret compartment. The Egyptian government had transferred the money into his account just two days ago. He suspected it was Isis's doing. Given how Egypt's Delegate to the U.N. had shown up on his doorstep one early morning praising him for uncovering more lost history of his people. He, however, could have done without the wet kisses the man planted on his cheeks as he went about his worship of him. Andrew rightly didn't know what he was going to do with half a billion dollars. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew the sands of Egypt would uncover their hidden riches should he ever need it. "What's the point of being rich beyond imagine if I can't spend it on two gorgeous women, hmm?" Andrew hummed, smiling sinfully at them, his index finger pressed into his cheek, his middle finger lined his upper lip as he rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair. The light glinted off the ankh of the ring, feeling its ancient power flowing through his body.
