Domming Daughter Dani – Part 32 of 51 – THE OTHER SHOE

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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“Hey Weston,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Skip, are you sitting down?”

(Those are never words you want to hear in an unexpected phone call from your lawyer.)

“You’re not going to believe this one, Skip.”

“Maxine wants money.”

“Not exactly.”

“What exactly, then?”

“Maxine wants to call you. Tomorrow if possible.”

I had no comeback. “Er... Uh... Okay? About what?”

“I know, but I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Weston, you’re my lawyer. You have to tell me. That’s what a fucking lawyer does. He tells his client shit that his client doesn’t want to hear.”

“This is big.”

“Weston... Knock it the fuck off.”

“Okay. Okay, Maxine wants to relinquish her parental rights.”

“That’s fine,” I exhaled. “I’m not using my parental rights anyway.”

“Skip,” Weston drawled slowly. “You didn’t listen to me. Not your parental rights. Hers.”

“What? She’s putting a nine year old up for adoption?”

“Ten. Allison is ten.”

“You can’t put a ten year old up for adoption!”

“Skip, you dumbass. Maxine wants you to take custody of Allison.”

“What? What??? Fuck no!”

Weston went silent. “Er, I really wasn’t expecting you to say ‘no’, Skip. Nobody ever says ‘no’ to custody of their kid.”

“She’s not my kid, Weston. I’ve never even met her.”

“Allison wants to meet you.”

“This is a really bad idea. I have a family of my own.”

“Okay, okay, well... I guess I’m glad I told you then. At first I was just fuckin’ with you because I assumed you’d be thrilled by the news. At least now you won’t be so surprised when you talk to Maxine tomorrow. Maybe you’ll even have time to think up an answer a little more tactful than ‘Fuck no!’ when she asks if you want to be a father to your own child.”

Ohhhhh. Fucking guilt from some jackass I’m paying to be my advocate. That pissed me off. Pissed me off even more that it rang kind of true.

“Weston, Dude... I’m sorry. I just wasn’t prepared for this. I’ll talk to Caryn about it tonight, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Hey, Skip, not that it matters, but if you pass on this opportunity don’t be surprised if Maxine’s next move isn’t a motion for support.”

“There’s more to this than money,” I said. “I can’t upend my family like this without talking to them first.”

Maybe Caryn would have been in a better mood that night as I sat her down to broach the subject if her pussy wasn’t still on fire from the doghouse.

“You’re the boss.” Caryn just kept repeating that mantra over and over as I looked to her for an opinion. “You’re the boss.”

I didn’t bother talking to Dani about it.

I just made up my mind that my answer was going to be “no.”