Chapter 18: A Man And a Half

The current situation, is a dilemma, means: Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

With nine year old Luz and soon to be eleven year old Carlita designing to seduce me, and likely seeking to revenge themselves on me, if I scorn their juvenile advances? I don’t doubt they’re capable of ruining me, making me my own worst enemy, the instrument of my own ruin. I’m feeling very dank and chilly! Mama?

“Mama Ava?” Yeah, in a crisis or in pain? I want my Mommy.

Not the affectionate big titted Mom, who heals my owies with a kiss and a hug, and a nipple to suckle, and a wet warm pussy to lose myself in.

I want my other Mom. The one with the truly irresistible power to shift nominally immovable objects, like now, when I’m caught between a hard place and a rock.

Nominally means in name only. Like 2x4 lumber. Measures actually, one and half inches by three and a half inches. Or politicians in their chosen party affiliations.

If true irresistible force met true immovable object, something would have to give!

Probably I’d be ground to dust. My champion is a true champion, my Mama Ava.

“Those are lovely thoughts, my darling son. What vexes you so, that you feel I need such thickly slathered buttering up, to ask me for relief? Another urban myth predicting, a world disaster you want postponed? What?

You know you can ask me for nearly anything. I love you so much and I love your love-making so. You thrill me through and through. What do you wish for, lover?”

“Advice! I’m facing a terrifying dilemma.” I explain the Luz and Carlita crisis.

“Have you considered asking Will for help? Foist the kids on to Will? Will has no inhibitions about giving them what they think they want. Actually, Will would consider them repeat customers, I understand.” Mama Ava isn’t very helpful yet.

“I’m so very sorry Will is like that now. Steering the girls his direction would be just as damaging to them, as if I did the dirty deed myself. I won’t do that.

Is there any hope of rescuing Will? From slavery? I can’t imagine rescuing him from his depravity.”

“Rescue? What makes you think people want to be rescued from situations they continually create for themselves? Pay off someones debts, they will promptly create more new debt. Have you considered Sally? Will is the property of the Duende. He isn’t available now, to feed Sally. Want to see her self reliant solution?” Mama Ava deliberately intrigues my curiosity. Teases me. Meanwhile, giving me hope, because I don’t want to resume feeding Sally. She knows it, too.

A diorama opens in my mind, like being in a private 3D movie theater.

Sally is naked and filthy, in a kennel, being repeatedly fucked by a revolving pack of huge wolfish looking hounds. Horrible! The diorama fades away.

“Can we rescue her?”

“I’m telling you, Sally wouldn’t leave given the chance. She doesn’t want to be rescued. She chose to live like this, and thinks it’s ideal. Her pussy fed constantly. She loves her ‘puppies’. Snuggles with them at night when it’s chilly. Their fur warms her. She hugs and pets, scratches their ears, they lick her face and her bottom, and mount her whenever she presents. Sally’s a bitch in bitch heaven.”

I’m feeling ill. I can’t believe I fucked such a despicable creature as Sally. And her immortal hell hounds with a insatiable taste for women cunts? What if they break out of that kennel? Maybe shoot them while they’re penned up in one place is best.

What about Will? Is Sally an object lesson, regarding my rescuing Will? I ask.

“Will is very content to be where he is, doing what he does.”

“Content to be a slave? I can’t believe it. I won’t!”

“Will isn’t you. You aren’t Will.”

“I love you Mama Ava, with all my capacity to love, but I’m sorry now I bothered you. I feel worse now, than I did before. And still no solution to my problem.”

“Love isn’t all feeling warm and fuzzy, cuddly and suckley and hard cocks into wet pussies. At times, a Mom, a caring Mom, needs to teach a son harsh lessons.”

“For my own good? You mean, tough love? You really do love me.”

“And the good of others around you, influenced, touched by, associated with you. Did you know Will resented you? Until quite recently when he became enslaved?”

“Resented? How? Why? Hard to imagine. Don’t believe it.”

“Will asked for a twin, so he could have a break from his responsibilities.”

“And I stole his vacation?”

“Only one of you was going on vacation. The other was stuck with the role of Will. If Will were you, you would be Will, and resentful as he was. Six of one, half dozen the other way.”

“So now, as a slave, Will feels relieved of his irksome responsibilities?”

“Oh, more satisfying than that. Will is living out his fantasies. Don’t you understand? Duende women are about the build and size of six year old little girls. You know that, think of Gina, how she first appeared, you assumed she was six.

As shape-shifters, they’re not reluctant to assume a pleasing appearance for a hard insatiable male. Just as they portrayed Luz, Carlita, Ninell, and even younger ranch girls for Will, and resulting in his being blackmailed and enslaved, they now cater to his fantasies. Benefit by his constant state of arousal. Will is a sex slave. They use him as such. Encourage him to perform. Will won’t voluntarily leave!”

“Should I envy Will then? Seems he got the best of it after all. The last laugh?”

“Do you? No, the dark side of Will got most of the worst appetites. I had to give him some likable qualities, or he’d be constantly dodging bullets. And I had to give you a few bad boy instincts, or you’d be an insufferable bore, and a too easy victim, a doormat for people to wipe their feet on.”

“What bad boy attitudes did you give me? I don’t think I have any perversions.”

“Hey motherfucker, aren’t you a motherfucker? Or just a Momma’s boy?”

“Haha, both, I guess, and so, being a motherfucker is being a bad-boy?”

“A lovely fascinating bad-boy, very very naughty! Imagine! Wanting to fuck ME.”

“I won’t voluntarily stop being a motherfucker, so I suppose I’ll accept Will and Sally’s peccadilloes as their right of choice, too. Lesson learned. Does that help solve my dilemma? Am I to accept Luz’ and Carlita’s ambitions to climb in my bed, as their rights of choice?”