Amanda's Family

Having a daddy like Alex was totally the best. Growing up like Amanda had, alone, unconnected, a girl learned to appreciate having someone around to take care of her. And Alex, her new daddy, was just so perfect at taking care of her.

Living for as long as she had in a group home, other girls and paid staff her only family, Amanda had a hard time opening up to people. Everyone was just so temporary. Girls would leave and join foster families, or rarely, reunite with their birth families. Workers came and went. She didn't blame them. The work was hard and the pay was crap. Just because she empathized didn't mean that she didn't wish it was better.

Then, a week before she turned eighteen, she'd met Alex. Her part-time job at the grocery store was a good way to earn money, but also a social outlet. Amanda had never made a lot of friends at school, keeping her head down and studying hard to get good grades, but at work she could be herself. Well, the part of herself that she felt was safe. There was this other part...

So some customer had come in freaking out over something. She couldn't even remember what it was. A mispriced thing, or a broken thing. It didn't matter. What mattered was that it broke through Amanda's emotional barriers. Tear, sobbing tears, began to flow down her face. It wasn't pretty. All the years of rejection, all the moments of isolation, all came crashing down. The troublesome customer was removed by Amanda's manager, leaving her red-eyed on a till, ready to serve the next in line.

That's when she met her daddy.

At first he'd seemed like a normal guy, but when he spoke to her, it went straight into her heart.

"That was rough," he said with a kind smile, "Are you okay?"

It was as if a poet had written the perfect thing to say. She felt ten pounds lighter, as if the weight of all her worries had evaporated.

"No," she explained, "that was just the tip of the iceburg."

And then she opened up like she never had before. She told him of her parent's tragic demise. She told him of living situation. She told him of how alone she felt.

"That sucks," he said, loading his groceries onto the conveyor belt, "I wish I could help."

Oh if it had been socially acceptable she would have fallen on her knees and sucked his cock right then and there! He was so generous!

And so Amanda called her social worker who had a connection at Vital Statistics, who in turn had a connection in Family Law. The next thing Amanda knew, her new daddy, Alex, was signing papers. It happened so quickly. In six days, what usually took months, occurred. Amanda finally had her family.

That night, the last night of her childhood, Amanda was tucked into bed by her new daddy, who sealed his love for her with a soft kiss to her forehead. She lay in the dark of her room, her permanent room, not one that she had to worry about losing the next time there was a change of funding to the group home. Amanda could hear the clock down the hall ticking and tocking, seconds and minutes passing. Soon it would be midnight. Soon she would be a woman.

Soon she would be able to show her gratitude.

And she had. Three times that night, in fact. And three times the next night as well. And the next.

It became a habit, but not a gross dirty habit like smoking. No, getting her daddy to cum was a good clean habit like drinking plenty of water, or taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

And his generosity never stopped. Fountains of sperm he gave to her, as much as she could ever desire. More, even. Often times Amanda would worry that she wouldn't be able to keep up with her daddy, that she wasn't enough woman for him.

It only occurred to her on their drive to the airport that she wasn't. Of course she wasn't! Their family was great, but it wasn't complete. What Amanda needed was a mommy. What her daddy needed was a wife. And Amanda was going to find one for him.