Title: Jumping Hotdog's Maybe-May and the Tyranny of the Moral Minority Author: Jumping Hotdog Keywords: Mg, bg, gg, fg, Fg, inc, mc Summary: Maybe-May is a normal girl with a normal life, but, when she returns home from summer camp, all is not as it should be. First her Daddy refuses to kiss her, then her Mom passes on the opportunity to add some special flavors to the family dinner and even her brother turns down the opportunity to nail her ass to his bed. What is going on? Copyright Jumping Hotdog Email comments to JumpingHotdog@Safe-mail.net These stories are fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read them, please do not do so. For those who can read legally, please enjoy your stay Web version here: /~JumpingHotdog/MaybeMayAndTheTyrannyOfTheMoralMinority.html ~#~ "Daddy," cried Maybe-May. She threw her backpack down by the door and leaped into her father's waiting arms. He swept her up into a hug and pulled her tight. "And how are you, my little mystery? Was camp fun?" "Uh-huh. I had tons of fun. We did everything! Even horse stuff." She moved in for a kiss but he turned his head at the last moment and Maybe-May only got a mouth full of stubble. Yuck. She let out a huff and pouted. "Stop being mean." John Monsoon grinned and ruffled her hair. "Go say hello to your mother." "Kay." John put Maybe-May down and the twelve year old girl scampered towards the kitchen. As she ran, she looked around. In the month she'd been away, nothing much in the house had changed and she wasn't sure how to feel about that. She'd changed so much during her month at summer camp; it seemed strange for everything else to stand still. "Mom!" she shouted as she burst into the kitchen, "I'm home." Hazel Monsoon looked up from her magazine. "That you are. Come here, so I can see you." Maybe-May trotted forward and stood before her mother. "Well," said Hazel, laying a hand a top Maybe-May's head. "You've shot right up. You must have grown an inch." Maybe-May beamed at that. Although only twelve, that extra inch put her slightly higher than her mother. Unfortunately that was the only way they compared. Hazel had straight black hair, while Maybe-May had a frizzy mass the color of straw. Hazel had a heart-shaped face, while Maybe-May had her father's patrician looks. Most importantly, while Hazel had large breasts and curves, Maybe-May had a flat chest and a coltish body. Which was so unfair. Even some of her friends from school had boobs. "And you look brown all over too. Spend a lot of time swimming?" "Yep," said Maybe-May, pleasant memories washing away worries about breasts. Camp had been great - just long days in the sun doing wholesome kid activities. "But I missed you guys too. The counselors were great and Beckie, this girl in my cabin, had a tongue like you wouldn't believe, but nothing beats family." A dirty thought entered Maybe-May's mind and she pulled her loose t- shirt over her head to show a flat chest tanned all over. Her nipples were small but very hard. "So," she said with a coquettish grin. "How about you grab something long and green from the fridge and fuck my baby cunt hello, right here on the table. God, it's been hours since I've had anything inside me." She squeezed her nipples and rocked her hips forward in their tight denim shorts. "You can serve it for dinner when we're done." Hazel chuckled and shook her head. "Not now, Maybe. Why don't you run along and get unpacked. You can tell us all about your time at camp over dinner." "Fine!" Maybe-May huffed and rolled her eyes. What was with everyone today? First Daddy wouldn't kiss her and now Mom wouldn't fuck her kitty with a cucumber. Oh well, adults were weird, but if there was one thing she could count on, it was that her brother wouldn't pass up the chance for some wet and ready pre-teen pussy. T-shirt clutched in her hand, Maybe-May jumped up the stairs. The door to her brother's bedroom stood half open, but there was no one inside. The bathroom door was closed, however, and she could here the sounds of a shower on full blast, so he was probably in there. That was good. It would give her time to prepare. Elian Monsoon was two years older than Maybe-May, which still seemed an eternity to her. He was so grown up and knew so many things - even if he was a bit of a jerk at times. Take his room: it was just so cool. Sometimes Maybe-May thought of styling her room like this but she'd have to get rid of her plush animals and she couldn't quite stand to do that. She looked around as she wriggled out of her shorts and kicked them to the side. She dropped her t-shirt on the floor too. The walls were black and covered with loads of fun toys. Whips, crops, floggers and paddles filled an entire wall. Maybe-May recognized them all, so it seemed he hadn't got anything new while she was away. A pity. The sting of a new toy was always extra sweet. Gags, ropes, chains, hobbles and spreaders filled a second and a range of butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, anal beads a third. The bed occupied the fourth, a huge iron monster with purple covers and a headboard so sturdy she couldn't have moved it even had it not been bolted to the wall. The sound of the shower cut off and Maybe-May knew she had to hurry. In a coltish leap, she jumped onto the bed and crawled towards the head board. "Come on," she muttered as she looked under the pillows. "Where are you..." She found the bed's inbuilt manacles squashed down the back of the mattress and slapped them closed around her wrists. Next she positioned a pillow under her stomach and shuffled about until she was displayed properly - naked tanned ass up, head down and legs slightly apart to display her juiced-up cunt. Footsteps came towards the door. Maybe-May felt her heart beating fast. Her cunt squirmed and fuck-juices ran down her leg. Her brother entered the room. The footsteps stopped. Silence hung. "What the fuck are you doing, Maybe?" "Miss me, big brother?" said Maybe-May in her best innocent slut voice. "My kitty misses you so bad. Why don't you grab a paddle, warm my ass up a little and then nail me to this bed." She shivered at the idea and waggled her skinny ass. His cock was so close, she could almost taste it. It would split her open in that way only brother cock could and her clitty would buzz so good. "Just..." said Elian and Maybe-May could almost hear him shake his head. "Just go away. I'm not in the mood for your games today." Him too! Maybe-May wanted to scream. In fact, she did scream. "God!" she shouted. "Why even have chains on your bed if you're not going to rape your pre-teen sister. If you're going to be a jerk, you can forget about me the next time you wake up in the middle of the night and want your balls drained. Go bother Mom or something for all I care." She tried to roll off the bed to storm out but the chains prevented that. They clanked and she couldn't do more than shift onto one side. She looked up at her brother and glared - daring him to say anything. He sighed, retrieved the key from his nightstand and set her free. Without another word, Maybe-May stamped out of the room, pounded her way down the hall to her own room, yanked the door open and slammed it behind her. Safe inside, she let loose another scream at the injustice of it all. Only a few minutes ago, she'd been sad that nothing had changed during her month at summer camp. Now she had the opposite problem: Daddy wouldn't kiss her, Mom wouldn't shove veg up her cunt and now even Elian refused her. What in the world was happening? Well, that would be a problem for later. Right now, she was hot and bothered. She clambered onto her bed, closed her eyes and spread her legs. Time for some self love. Masturbation couldn't compare to a hard fucking by a red hot incestous cock but she needed something to take the edge off. Towards that end, she pictured Beckie from camp and tried to summon up the memory of her talented pink tongue as it lapped away. Fuck, if that girl wasn't cute. Beckie was a tiny thing with a heart shaped face, olive-skin and pigtailed hair. Maybe-May bet Beckie's family never turned her down for a fucking. Not that Beckie offered much - probably no more than a few times a week, once a day tops. She was a real dyke in training. When that girl munched box, she hunted for ovaries. "Deeper," hissed Maybe-May as she remembered Beckie's tongue. "Deeper bitch. You can fucking breathe when I cum." In her mind's eye, she grabbed Beckie by her sticking out pigtails and locked the smaller girl hard against her crotch. In the real world, Maybe-May forced three fingers as deep as she could get them in her cunt and diddled her clit with her other hand. So close... So close... "Maybe-May," shouted her mother from outside the door. She gave it a bang. "You will put away your backpack right this instant and not leave it lying in the hall. I almost tripped." Fuck... Maybe-May's orgasm dissolved and the mental Beckie broke free of her grip. The girl blew a raspberry, face shining with cunt cream. She wanted to cry. "Now!" shouted her mother. Maybe-May, cunt a puffy red from unfulfilled need, stormed out the door, stamped down the stairs and grabbed up her backpack. She returned much the same way and threw the bag through the door onto her bed. "There," she said as she looked down at her frowning mother. "Happy now?" "I believe I told you to unpack." Fuming under her mother's stern gaze, Maybe-May dumped the bag onto her bed and began sorting. The dirty clothes went into the hamper, clean into her dresser and her toiletries into the nearby bathroom. Her essentials (traveling vibrator, lube, nipple clamps and a small ball gag) she put into the second draw of her nightstand, where they joined a much larger collection of toys. When finally done, Maybe-May scowled down at her mother. Hazel stared right back, wearing a very similar expression. "Dinner will be ready in a few hours. I suggest you stay in here until then and think about your attitude." "But I didn't do anything!" shouted Maybe-May. "Do you want to stay in here all tomorrow as well?" After a moment's silence, Maybe-May admitted, "No..." "Well, then. I trust I'll see a better behaved daughter at dinner. And she better be wearing clothes." When Maybe-May was sure her Mom was gone, she grabbed her cell-phone from the side pocket of her backpack and opened up the IM app. "Missing you," she typed, snapped a picture of her cunt (it was still very red and puffy) and sent it off to Beckie. Only a few seconds later, her phone bleeped and she got a response. It was a smiley face and an attached picture. Beckie was on her back with an immense black strap-on splitting her immature cunt. On the other end was a second girl who looked like Beckie only older and with a serious gym-bunny body. Yummy. If that was what Beckie's sister looked like, Maybe-May could understand going dyke. Looking at that picture, Maybe-May knew mere masturbation wasn't going to cut it. This would take the big guns. Maybe-May, like all girls her age, had a teddy, and, while Mr Fucks-A- Lot wasn't the most expensive model, Maybe-May loved him all the same. She grabbed him from his spot in the corner of the room and dragged him to the middle of her bed. Mr Fucks-A-Lot was a jumbo sized plush toy. If not as big as Maybe-May herself, that was only because he had stubby legs and there was nothing at all small about him in the cock department. It rose from the bear's crotch - bright red, made of rubber and slightly curved. Carefully, Maybe-May settled herself into cow-girl position and lowered her self onto the cock. She shivered as it filled her in that just-a-little -too-long way she loved. Mr Fucks-A-Lot came with a range of attachable screw-on cocks, meaning she could change out the dildo. As a result, even though she'd had Mr Fucks-A-Lot for as long as she could remember, this dildo was new and still the perfect size. Filled to the brim, she pulled Mr Fucks-A-Lot into a tight bear hug and rolled her hips back and forth. His fur rubbed against her hard, aching nipples and tickled her clit. The bond between a girl and her best bear was something special indeed. "Oh fuck me," she moaned and mashed her lips into the bear's snout. "Oh fuck, oh fuck." She road the cock hard and fast. The dildo battered her body, skewering her insides. "Rape my cunt. Break me. Ruin me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maybe-May came her brains out on Mr Fucks-A-Lot's long rubber cock. Lightning lashed her body and she collapsed forward onto the bear, body twitching. A cocktail of chemicals raced through her veins - making her clit buzz, her nipples throb and her cunt clamp like mad. For several long seconds, the world dissolved into a white nova. Fuck yeah... When at last the real world returned, she pulled herself off Mr Fucks-A- Lot and fell backwards to sprawl on her bed. Her skin tingled - hypersensitive. She could feel the air move across her sweaty, naked skin. She could feel every crease in the bed-sheet below her. How some people could fuck with clothes on, Maybe-May didn't know. If she had a single thread on her body right now, she'd just about go insane. Honestly, she was on the leave-them side of the take-them-or-leave-them issue when it came to clothes full stop. She giggled at the strange run of thoughts. Orgasms did strange things to people's brains - pre-teen girls most of all, who everyone knew were bubbling pots of hormones to start with. Several minutes later, the hypersensitivity passed and Maybe-May rolled over. Mr Fucks-A-Lot's cock glistened with girl cum. He might only be a bear but respect was still respect. There was only thing to do. Drawing on all her deep throat practice (much of it gained on this very bear if not this very dildo), Maybe-May swallowed Mr Fucks-A-Lot's cock in a single motion. Her juices were tart and sent strange sparks of pleasure racing down her tongue. She gave her best bear a gold-star blow job and continued bobbing her head until every drop of fuck-juice was washed away. With her bear clean and her cunt finally sated, Maybe-May was left to stew in her thoughts. She had, she realized as she idly played with a pair of screw action nipple clamps, been rude to her mother. It wasn't entirely her fault (everyone knew twelve year old girls needed a steady stream of orgasms to avoid becoming reals bitches) but that didn't stop her feeling guilty. Worse were the horrible things she'd said to her brother. Refusing him sex was utterly and totally wrong - something she would never had said if she'd been any less mad at him. But no matter how mad she was and how wrong he'd been, somethings were just never okay. At dinner she would apologize and say of course she would drain his cock if he woke up hard in the night. That was what little sisters were for. Dinner started normally enough and a contrite Maybe-May said her apologies. She even dressed for the occasion, as her mother requested - wearing a cut down pink t-shirt (featuring the logo 'Will Fuck for $') and a mini-skirt that flipped around her ass. After eating a few mouthfuls of Hazel's wonderful spaghetti with meatballs, John looked over at his daughter. "So," he said. "Why don't you tell us about camp?" Maybe-May shifted in her seat (after running around naked so much at camp, sitting down in a skirt took some getting use too). "It was great," she said. "We went camping and swimming and played loads of games. And the horse stuff was so fun. Me and Beckie, we sucked our horse off together and it sploshed all over her. She was drenched! And then I licked it off and that was fun too." Her father looked a little uncomfortable at that revelation, which didn't really make sense. What kind of father didn't want to hear about his daughter having horse fun? He didn't even look to be hard under his pants but they were quite baggy and she couldn't be sure. "What else did you do, Maybe?" asked Hazel. Her voice was strained too. "Hum," she thought. "Well we had jill-off circles every night. That was totally awesome. And the counselors were so experienced. I learned a lot. I've got this pinkie trick you're going to love. Oh and in arts and crafts we made friendship bracelets, though I lost mine swimming." She held up her wrist, showing a faint band of skin several shades lighter than the rest of her tanned body. Again the strained smile from John. "So you got on well with everyone then?" "Well there was this one girl - Stacie - who was a total bitch. Always complaining. Never happy. Always my daddy fucks me better than this. Or back home I have a maid who eats me out every morning. And I was so like: liar. Because she was totally lying. I bet the only person eating her out is her mom - because no one else would put their mouth on that ugly box of hers, the stuck up bitch. So me and some of the other girls snuck into her cabin one night, stuck a penis-gag in her mouth, hog tied her and dumped her outside the boy's camp next door. I wrote 'Free use slut' on her forehead. It was three days before she came back to camp and three more before the cum stopped oozing out of her every time she sat down! Of course, Brittney thought it looked so much fun she volunteered to be tied up and given to the boys the very next day." Elian stood up suddenly and made for the door. "I need to go to my room." He sounded almost panicked. Brothers... Maybe-May shook her head. If her story got him hard, he didn't need to run off to rub one out. She was more than willing to suck him off under the table as she'd already made clear. "What else," said Maybe-May. "Oh! The archery. I loved the archery. I was like pow-pow-pow and my arrow hit right in the gold. Well, almost the gold. It was touching the line and that has to count for something." "I'm sure you're very good at archery, Maybe," said Hazel, sounding strangely relieved. "Yep. And I was really motivated. Ms Fischer - she taught us archery, you see, and was an Olympian years ago - said the best girl could fist her ass and she had a really hot looking ass. Took some effort but I got my hand right up in there!" John stood and made for the door. "I think I need to lie down too." What was with everyone today? Maybe-May shrugged and went back to her dinner. The spaghetti really was very good. Things didn't go back to normal over the next few days, but at least they didn't get worse. Maybe-May continued to worry about her family. Her father and brother kept coming up with excuses not to fuck her and even her mother, Hazel, only offered up a single desultory finger-bang. Even that took a lot of badgering and Hazel refused Maybe-May's offer to go down on her in turn - muttering something about her period. A small part of Maybe-May worried there was something wrong with her. Was she not pretty enough? Would her father fuck her more if she had bigger (or really any) breasts? But the strangeness seemed mostly focused on her house. Their neighbor, Mr Peterson, quite happily corn-holed her ass and sent her straight to paingasm town. The mailman, too, was more than happy to accept his complimentary blow job. A mailman refusing a blowjob would just be weird. There's a reason they all wear shorts. The normality armistice lasted until Tuesday morning. Wandering naked and still wet from her shower down the top-floor landing, Maybe-May glanced into her brother's room. "What did you do!" she yelped as she looked around in horror. The walls were still black but that was the only thing that remained the same. All the sex toys were gone, replaced with strange looking posters of rock and metal bands. None of the band members were even fucking each other. The bed was different too. Gone was the baroque iron monster with its inbuilt manacles. In its place was a far more boring bed of wood. "Oh, Maybe," said Elian, looking up from where he was affixing a poster to a lower corner of the wall. He twitched when he saw her nude body and hastily looked away. "Just redecorating. I don't need any of those childish toys anymore." "But that bed... You loved that bed. Remember when I was ten and you fucked my chained up ass for the first time. I screamed so loud Mom and Dad came to see and they thought you were doing such a good job, they joined in too." "I've out grown such things. It's just meaningless pleasure." "That was the point!" shouted Maybe-May and stormed out. Maybe-May knew she couldn't stand to stay in the same house as her brother, right then, or she might say something she regretted. Instead she pulled on a pair of tight Lycra shorts, grabbed her bike and peddled down the street to her friend Nicole's house. Mr Stephenson answered the door to her knock, and at least he was behaving normally. Nicole's nine year old sister, Martha, was on her knees, trying her best to get her father's fat cock into her mouth. It wasn't going well. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, the head wouldn't quite fit through. Kind of cute really. "Hello, Mr Stephenson, said Maybe-May as she dropped to her knees. Naked but for the tight, body fitting shorts, she made a very pleasant sight. She took the cock from Martha and showed her how it was done. After few minutes heavy tongue work, she came up for air sporting a mouthful of cum. "Share," said Martha and Maybe-May happily pulled the small girl into a hot and heavy kiss, which she maintained until all the cum was gone. Martha may not be much for cock sucking yet, but she could almost suck your tonsils right out. "Well that was a very nice treat, Maybe," said Mr Stephenson. "Are you here to visit Nicole?" Maybe-May nodded her head. "Go right on in." It would take a careful eye to tell Maybe-May's and Nicole's rooms apart. They had the same soft carpet, plush toys and pink-and-white decorations. Nicole also boasted a collection of sex toys to rival Maybe- May's own and, as with all American girls, a teddy bear. Nicole had the Deluxe Rape-and-Ready version of the bear, with microphone linked locking cuffs and the piston action dildo. She even let Maybe-May try it once and it was amazing. With her hands locked in a bear hug, she couldn't get away. The bear just kept fucking her and fucking her, blasting right through the hypersensitivity that followed Maybe-May's orgasms. The dildo had battered her cunt black and blue, and the bear only let her go when she was a sobbing mess, begging for release. "Morning Maybe," said Nicole, looking up from the teen magazine she was reading. Top Ten Tips for Turning a Terrific Trick said the cover. "Want to suck my cunt?" "Sure," said Maybe-May. "Squish up." She clambered onto the bed and set to work. Nicole had the sweetest cunt in school - all Maybe-May's girlfriends said so. After bringing Nicole to three pleasant orgasms (neither girl was really in the mood for a class A screamer), the two friends fell into other activities. They gossiped over school friends. Maybe-May had missed quite a bit while at camp. Did Tiff really fuck the entire high school football team - you go girl! They cammed on Nicole's computer with two Australian boys, who were more than happy to see Nicole and Maybe-May lez-out but rather rudely refused to return the favor. They closed out their day by watching a new Netflix episode on the Story of O, which had a particularly smoking hot scene involving a dog. Nicole complained it wasn't book accurate but she was a purist when it came to things like that. God, she still bitched there was the wrong number of dwarfs in the main gang-bang scene in the Snow White live action remake! As if one or two extra cocks really mattered. By the time they were done hanging out, Maybe-May felt far more normal. It was very strange that her brother threw away all his best toys but he was still her brother and she still loved him. With a last kiss for Martha (the little girl really was very kissable), Maybe-May left the Stephenson's house and headed home. Topless, she peddled hard down the quiet suburban streets, waving occasionally at people she knew. She arrived back home in plenty of time for curfew, stowed her bike in the shed, pulled off her shorts and used the garden hose to wash down her sweaty naked body. The cold made her shiver. Maybe clothes did have some uses after all. "Anyone home?" she shouted as she let herself in the back door using the hidden spare key. "Anyone?" No one answered. Maybe-May wandered into the kitchen and found a note attached to the fridge. Her parents had stepped out and would be back soon. A smile slowly grew on Maybe-May's face. Given her families weird actions lately, she'd avoided fucking herself outside her bedroom. Sure, she indulged in a little petting in front of the TV and so on, but what she wanted right then was a vibrator fueled cunt explosion right on the kitchen table. Maybe-May hurried to her room, already wondering which of her many vibrators to choose, but stopped in horror only a step inside. They were gone. Everything was gone. Draws lay pulled open, bedding overturned, boxes emptied. Maybe-May looked from place to place, eyes wide. All her sex toys were gone - stolen. The dildos, vibrators, but plugs, nipple clamps and more. Hundreds of pieces - a lifetime's work to collect - were all gone. Even Mr Fucks-A-Lot was missing, his place in the corner empty and lonely. Her heart broke a little at that. Was this her brother's idea of a sick joke? Maybe-May felt her rage boil in her. "Elian!" she screamed and kicked open his door. He wasn't there; neither were her toys. Maybe-May forced herself to be calm. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a rational explanation. Maybe her parents had taken her toys to be cleaned, as an apology for their behavior over the last few days. It didn't quite make sense but it was something to hold on to. "I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to come back," she said to herself. They could explain where her toys were and how she could get them back - they just had too. Until then she'd just have to find an alternate source of fun. The house was deathly quiet as Maybe-May made her way down the hall to her parents room. Technically she wasn't meant to enter the room without permission but this was an emergency. She pulled the door open and looked about. Like the other two bedrooms, this room was bereft of sex toys. Even her mother's prized horse-cock silicon dildo was gone from its normal pride of place position on the dresser. Time was Hazel would use it to practice deep throating every morning with religious devotion and now it was simply gone. Something queer and nervous twisted in Maybe-May's gut but she resolved to continue her search. The room had a large cupboard and just because the toys weren't on display, didn't mean they were gone. She pulled open the mirror-door and began to dig through the boxes. What she found was far, far worse than any mere lack of sex toys. 'The moral minority,' said the pamphlet. Maybe-May held it in numb fingers. The front page showed a serous looking Doctor Escobar Snopes. Everyone knew what Escobar Snopes looked like; he was the world's most wanted man. 'It is wrong to have sex with children,' said the first page. 'It is wrong to have sex with family.' Maybe-May started to shake. No, no, no, no, no. Her family couldn't be moralists. They were good people. They fucked and loved her. A small dark part of her wondered if it was her fault. If she'd been a better fuck, if she'd sucked more cock or eaten more maternal cunt, would her family have escaped the snare of Escobar Snopes' diabolical cult? No! She couldn't think like that. This was child abuse, pure and simple, like they taught in school. Parents had to fuck there children. Anything else was dangerous and damaging. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't. It wasn't. But maybe it is, whispered the black voice at the back of her mind. Maybe if you had boobs... The front door banged open and Maybe-May almost jumped out her skin. Her parents were here. Moralist cultists were here. She had to get away - tell the police. Instead she ran towards the from door, crumpled pamphlets in her hand. Her parents were there, only just inside the door, still taking off their coats. "What's this!" she screamed, waving the pamphlets in her father's shocked face. "Perhaps I can answer that," said Doctor Escobar Snopes as he stepped around John and towards Maybe-May. He looked just like his photo - a dapper old gentlemen in a tweed suit and small silver spectacles. "You must be Maybe. Your father has been discussing your problems with me." Escobar Snopes pulled a strange glowing crystal from his pocket. "Look into the crystal, Maybe," he said, voice a velvety melodious stream. "Just look into the crystal and all your problems will dissolve away." Maybe-May tried to refuse. She tried to look away. But the crystal's light glinted in the corner of her eye and it drew her. She looked at the red glittering light and... "It is wrong to have sex with children," said Escobar Snopes And... And... That was true? Of course it was true. How could it be not true? You shouldn't have sex with children. Morality said so. The red light waxed and waned. "It is wrong to have sex with family." And that was true too. Of course you shouldn't fuck your family. Like ew, yuck. Who would want to fuck their Daddy or eat out their Mommy. They were so old. And brothers? Don't even think about it. "Sex should be private." And of course that was true. You shouldn't wander around naked or fuck in the street. Sex should be meaningful and special. It had to be carefully treated if that was to be true. "Sex should be hidden from children." Sex should be... Sex should be... Parents shouldn't fuck in front of their kids. Of course not. That would be gross. "Sexual material should not be available to children." And of course only adults should be able to buy porn. And of course little girls shouldn't be given sex toys. And that was right- But that wasn't right- No! No, no, no, no! Maybe-May loved her sex toys and loved Mr Fucks-A-Lot. She'd had her best bear almost since she was born. She'd grown up with him, lost her virginity to him, cried with him when Jimmy Cooper said she was a dead-fish fuck. The red light of the crystal flickered just before her eyes and somehow, Maybe-May found the strength to slap out and knock it aside. The crystal shattered against the far wall. It turned into a million tiny pieces that flew in all directions. Those pieces broke apart, which then broke still further and then further still. In an instant the crystal spread to fill everything and, in a twist of light that hurt the eye, ceased to exist. Escobar Snopes stared at Maybe-May in horror and, now back in her right mind, Maybe-May glared right back. It is wrong to have sex with children. Who could come up with such trash? "You..." he said. "What have you done!" He grabbed for Maybe-May and his hand crushed her shoulder. "You're hurting me!" cried Maybe-May. "Stop it. You are hurting me!" But Escobar Snopes didn't stop. He breathed faster, fury on his face. "You, you little slut," he almost spat. "Help!" shouted Maybe-May. And then help did come. "Get your hands off my daughter," said John and punched Doctor Escobar Snopes square in the face. The doctor went spinning away and smashed into the wall. His silver spectacles bent and the glass shattered. "Daddy," cried Maybe-May, tears in her eyes, and ran for her father. He caught her and swept her up and this time, when she moved to kiss him, he kissed right back. Their tongue's wrapped around each other as Maybe-May pushed out all her terror. It was over. Everything was over. Whatever dark power Escobar Snopes used to ensnare her family broke with the crystal. She felt her Daddy grow hard against her, his jean covered cock pushing against her naked hips. She broke the kiss. "Fuck me, Daddy," gasped Maybe-May. In another less important world Escobar Snopes staggered to his feet and fled out the door, but that didn't matter right then. Only one thing mattered right then. John kissed Maybe-May hard as he pushed her against the wall. Hazel opened his pants and lined up his achingly hard cock with his daughter's dripping pre-teen cunt. "Always, my little mystery," he said and pushed inside.