This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read and respond to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net Really. It makes my day like you wouldn't believe. How come you haven't written already? For more of my stories you can check out /~ShonRichards/ "Maybe" By Shon Richards "Maybe we should stop." "Your ass is too tight for me to stop." A laugh. "Maybe your cock is too big." "Its too late to stop now. It was too late when I first pulled your underwear down." "God, I just feel so wrong. What if Carl finds out?" "That's nothing. Imagine Denise's reaction. She already hates having a step-mother that's only fifteen years older than her." "She hates me?" "Don't all daddy's girls?" "Oh! Do that again." "This twisting thing?" "Oh! Yes! That!" A chuckle. "I can't believe Carl has never taken your ass. I remember looking at your behind at the wedding and wondering if he knew what to do with it." A laugh. "He hates you, you know." "He hates me? I thought he liked me. He was so nice to me last Thanksgiving. Why would he hate me?" "Don't all men hate the guy who fucks their daughter?" A smile. "True, but I bet he hates the son-in-law who fucks his wife even more." "Then let's really give him something to hate." "Is that your way of saying I should go faster?" A gasp. "Yes." "Like this?" "Oh yes!" "Can Carl go this fast?" "Never! Oh God, I wish he would!" "I'm glad he doesn't, or else I wouldn't be here to do THIS." A whimper. "Fuck! Does Denise like that too?" A grunt. "Denise refuses to try." A moan. A climax. Another climax. And yet another climax "Maybe we shouldn't have done this." "Well, at least not on Father's Day."