Staci S Mom Has Got It Going On P1

Staci's mom has got it going on, P.1

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I was looking at this and it was one of the first things I wrote and it's kind of a mess, I mean I meant well and all, but I'm going to present a rewrite of that here and the part two to follow. There are aspects of BDSM, lesbian sex, groupies, infidelity, self abuse and just a smidge of incest.

Chapter one.

We, mom and I, lived in this house on seventh avenue north carved out of the east side of Queen Anne Hill, overlooking Lake Union and across to Capitol Hill and this ginormous episcopal cathedral and mansions and Interstate Five, which is like somebody took a giant knife and tried to cut off the top of the hill.

My great great grandparents had a home right in the middle of the fucking freeway. My war hero great grandfather was raised there, he had a cousin that flew PBYs during the second world war. My daddy was a wounded veteran during the war in Afghanistan long after my mom cheated on him and dumped him. They'd been married a year or so.

My name is Stacy Benedict and this band wrote this song about my mom called Stacy's Mom Has Got It Going On. I was so embarrassed when it came out and it's true mostly, except we don't have an outdoor pool. We have an ancient indoor pool that is like one hundred and twenty years old. Yes the little goober was crushing on slutzilla, my name for mom. I thought he was a creepy fuck. Eeew.

So slutzilla was a local groupie for this band, Fountains of Wayne, based in New York, she was a flight attendant, after she fucked out, read flunked out of Montclair State University. She was back there to play fast pitch from Holy Names, and discovered the whole sugar daddy thing, I heard her telling a friend on the phone, that she had fifteen middle aged guys and was making between three thousand dollars and five thousand dollars a month all cash.

She kept the money in one of those non-U.S. Mail places that have safe deposit boxes and only bought stuff with cash. I had to look up chlamydia, which she gave to all those sugar daddies, then she hooked up with the lead singer. Her high school pictures showed her with a pretty face, skinny like a runner, then one of the sugar daddies bought her these giant fake tits and butt implants. She gets Botox shots now.

Then she was broke, and so was she, now twenty years old and she became a flight attendant for Eastern Airlines and married a pilot for a minute, some middle aged fuck with a wife and kids. Divorced him just as fast.

I was born in 2005, slutzilla WAS married to Daddy. But, he joined Ancestry.com when I was thirteen and well I thought I was his daughter. He told me no matter what, I'd be his daughter. He no longer had to pay child support, then he was on the USS Makin Island in Afghanistan for two years, then he got remarried, if you're lost here, mom had dumped him when I was two.

She was having dinner with some asshole and I'm thirteen and it was fucking COVID and I was angry at her. I don't know who the fuck was my sperm donor and there were five guys. I was banished to my bedroom which was three floors down with a fucking store bought chicken pot pie and some microwave caramel corn and a six pack of diet doctor pepper.

I was watching the Pitch Perfect movies and I'd slow them down and whenever Beca played by Anna Kendrick and watch her in that shower scene with Britany Snow. I had such a crush on her and so I found her agent Creative Artist Agency (CAA) and wrote her email after email telling her I could do the cup scene audition for the Bellas. I told her to watch out for Anna Camp, she was mean to Beca and then it seemed her and Brittany Snow were falling in love and I was heartbroken. I wrote her letters too, emails really.

I said, 'I thought they were a beautiful couple and that I was in love with Anna and had told her many times, but I'd come to realize, they were both too old for me and that I kind of looked like Britany so that maybe some day I could find a woman that love me.'

She or her PR person sent me back a really nice letter, saying that her Brittany, Rebel Wilson and Ester Dean were coming to Seattle's Pride festival. Rebel Wilson had recently come out and Ester Dean's character was queer, but in real life she was queer too. Of the two Ester was totally hot. Rebel seemed fake, I saw her in this movie with Anne Hathaway and the whole being fat schtick was tiresome, so I wrote Ester a note and told her was queer and all about slutzilla I was crushing her, now that Bittany and Anna were squared up. She didn't write back.

That night I went upstairs, I wanted to come out to slutzilla, I thought her dinner was over because I heard the front door slam and thought she was alone, I had nobody that was real for me to talk to.

I opened the door to the kitchen and I heard stuff and she was not alone, she was not alone with several people and I turned around and went down stairs.

I hated her so fucking much, I needed a mom, I'd always needed a mom and I missed my daddy so much, he was so brave. I got an email from him recently, 'he was in the hospital in Germany and had almost died and he was going to get married.' Now I'd never see him, fuck, fuckitty fuck. No paternity no visitation.

I used some scissors to cut all my hair off. It didn't work. I looked like my head and got caught in a food processor. There was patches of hair, I cut my scalp and the top of my ear

Daddy was raised by his aunts, from his biological mom who died in a plane crash with his dad, I'd been pouring my heart out to him, I confessed I was queer, and his response was to tell me about his aunts and that I should call them as they were full of love and would guide me leaving me her number. I texted her and said, 'I needed help' and she responded by saying she'd be there in twenty five minutes.'

Daddy's story was here:

https://www.literotica.com/s/teddy-and-the-bitch?page=2

I had a Mariner tee shirt on and board shorts and purple high top basketball shoes. I took an old side door that was falling apart and climbed up out to the backyard, Ellen and Suzi were there in an old GMC black Suburban, with tinted windows. There was a bench seat in front. Ellen was driving, she is very big, beautiful woman with red hair, and Suzi was smaller, a lovely sprite and seemingly the boss.

Suzi then, "Do you like baseball, "she ran her hands on my arms and blurted, "you're cutting yourself."

Within nanoseconds, she found the scars on my thighs and calves where I burnt myself and cut as well.

"How long have you been doing this, "Suzi asked.

"My boobies came when I was in the fifth graded and slutzilla told me they would only be B-Cups and that her man at the time liked to titty fuck her and I'd never be able to titty fuck somebody. She didn't like it when I said her fun bags were mostly silicon. I am aware of at least six marriages. Countless hook ups with random people."

I continued, "She was the inspiration for the Fountain of Waynes, Stacy's Mom Has Got it Going On. She's in the music video were and the masseur bangs her. They used this pervert in my class in the video too, so gross, little wanker."

Then my phone buzzed. It was a text from the slutzilla. 'The Fountain's Of Wayne were upstairs and come and join them.'

I winged it, 'Daddy's home with his new wife and they're taking me down to see his moms.'

Suzi scrunched up her face and said, "What the fuck is going on girl?"

She scared me with her voice and my lips started to crumble, "Please don't make me go back, there were a bunch of men, I had to go, I'm sorry Grammy, " tears flowed down my face as I shook uncontrollably."

"Hey, hey, hey we got you, you're not going back there ever again, if I have something to say about it. I didn't see anything but once I heard them I got away. She's a ho."

She held me and rocked me. I laid my head on her upper chest with the top of my head nestled against her jaw. Nobody'd every hugged me and I just sighed and I don't remember falling asleep.

I could still hear Suzi talking quietly, "She's maybe five foot nine and I'm thinking ninety pounds at the most and she's stunningly beautiful, despite what she's done to herself. There are scars of cuts and burns all over her limbs.

She read from her phone, 'The Mayo clinic says Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of harming your own body on purpose, such as by cutting or burning yourself. It's usually not meant as a suicide attempt. This type of self-injury is a harmful way to cope with emotional pain, sadness, anger and stress.

While self-injury may bring a brief sense of calm and a release of physical and emotional tension, it's usually followed by guilt and shame and the return of painful emotions. Life-threatening injuries are usually not intended, but it's possible that more serious and even fatal self-harm could happen.'

Ellen said, "Between us I'm an attorney and you're a psychiatrist we'll love her up. I've always wanted us to have a family."

Just then my phone buzzed again, I reached into my sweats and pulled the phone out. It was slutzilla, 'K, the band was hear, I'm going on tour with them, they're releasing Stacy's Mom, isn't that exciting!!!! I'm flying out to New York, there's a tour along the Eastern seaboard for sure and maybe the Midwest. There's eight thousand dollars in the knife drawer, for take out or whatever.'

I handed the phone to Suzi and she read it to Ellen.

I whispered, "Please don't yell at me again, I peed my pants. But am I going to be put in a home, she can't just abandon me can she. There's bills too, that house is Daddy's that she got in the divorce.

She never came back mostly because she married the singer for Fountains of Wayne, then everyone in the band and her got COVID, her husband died in 2019 and when she caught it the second time in 2021 she was gone.

"Ellen and Suzi adopted me, there was not scent of push back from Child Protective Service (CPS). They were wealthy, an attorney and a psychiatrist. I called them Grammy and Grandma."

Slutzilla died intestate, so after couple of years, since I was her sole surviving heir, I got the house, which was valued two point seven million dollars. I was sixteen. I ran cross-country and made the varsity as a sophomore.

I spent a lot of time talking with Grandma and some specialist therapists including EMDR which is the rapid eye movement used for PTSD and fibromyalgia because of the underlying depression it was super effective for me. Kind of hard to describe other than to note it's intensive and you think of an event, like me finding out that Daddy was not my biological father had left a hole in my heart that I was unable to stop from robbing my soul from me.

I was asked to the Senior prom by a senior boy on the baseball team. He was a total hunk and a pitcher. Beca and Skylar Astin were still cute, but in real life he married Anna Kamp then dumped her. She is with an older man now Arlis Howard. Anna Kendrick was in an abusive relationship and that blew up, She was on a Vanity Fair deal, where she answered these questions and was wearing a thick wedding band. I still had a secret little hide away spot in my heart for her.

End chapter one:

Staci's mom has got it going on, P.2