Catching Mommy: Sub Mom's Story

Summary: Sub mom submits to 18-year-old enemy of daughter.

Note 1: I have been asked for years to write a new Catching Mommy story (the last three alternate endings were all released in February of 2014). But since I had already written three alternate endings I wasn't sure how. Then I had an idea: what if I told the story from Mom's point of view (the original series told it from her daughter's point of view).

So here is a new telling of Catching Mommy that uses some of the same dialogue from the original first six parts, as well as much brand-new dialogue and, of course, illustrations.

Note 2: Because two of the characters are English I will sometimes use English or UK words, such as arse (for ass...in my opinion it sounds so much dirtier).

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, thor_ph, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story.

Moving to America was what was best for my daughter.

It was also a new start for me.

My ex, her father, drank a lot and became abusive after he lost his job, and was jealous when I became the breadwinner of the family.

Not one to take shit from anyone, I filed for divorce and took the job I had been offered three times, but rejected because I would have to move from England to Boston... as a prosecutor. So I brought Victoria to America with me for a new start for both of us.

And although I was happy with my work and loved my job, I was lonely.

Very, very lonely.

This led me online.

I read stories on Literotica.

I watched porn.

All of it lesbian as although my daughter didn't know it... I was a lesbian.

Although I'd been married for almost twenty years, it was a loveless marriage... a charade to make Victoria's childhood seem normal... the result of one drunken night where I ended up with a hot asshole of a man. I would have regretted the marriage completely if it hadn't also resulted in my precious daughter Victoria.

Anyway, as the year came to an end I got really depressed... and I ended up posting a profile on a lesbian chat website.

Profile

Name: Sarah

Age: 43

Nationality: UK (Now with dual UK-USA citizenship)

location: Boston

Weight: Average

Height: Tall

Interests: Reading, movies, work

Books: Anything by Jane Austen

Bands: Chicago, Duran Duran, U2

Orientation: Gay

Sexual Preference: Younger girls

Perversions: Submission, stockings, domination

I answered online quizzes that helped define who I was, that could be seen by others online.

The first quiz declared I was femme which was the second most common type of lesbian. It said:

You probably think you don't fit any stereotype at all. Well, you're wrong. You love a woman in charge, but when it comes to all things girly, you definitely like to dress up.

A second quiz confirmed my femme persona:

Grab your lipstick and your newest pearl necklace, because you're a femme lesbian! You're often mistaken for straight and when you tell people you're a lesbian, oftentimes no one believes you. You're the holy grail of lesbians. Keep doin' you, baby girl!

As I read the second one I couldn't believe how true it was. No one at work had a clue I was a lesbian; I wasn't in the closet, but I kept my sexuality and my career separate.

The third quiz was a bdsm quiz which gave me the following results:

95% Degradee

84% Submissive

80% Primal (Prey)

80% Non-monogamist

75% Pet

73% Voyeur

70% Slave

65% Experimentalist

62% Exhibitionist

52% Ageplayer

45% Masochist

40% Vanilla

37% Brat

25% Switch

21% Rigger

20% Rope bunny

5% Boy/Girl

4% Primal (Hunter)

3% Daddy/Mommy

1% Dominant

1% Sadist

0% Degrader

0% Owner

0% Master/Mistress

As I perused the results I considered them pretty accurate. I was definitely submissive in the bedroom, even though I was very strong-willed at work and in public. No one who knew me would believe I enjoyed submitting sexually to others. No one would believe a) I liked being called names, b) I enjoyed using the word 'cunt' or c) that I liked being treated like a bimbo or a slut.

The fourth quiz was the Kinsey Scale test where I scored:

Predominantly homosexual, only incidentally heterosexual.

That too seemed right. A 5 out of 6 towards completely lesbian.

The fifth quiz I took was which porn star would I be, and the results were:

You are JENNA JAMESON!

Maybe the most famous porn star in history, you're so sexy and wild that you've broken through to the mainstream. Though you occasionally like to dabble in kink and fetish, your real talent is lookin' good and making money at it!

That made me smile, although I'd figured I'd be Phoenix Marie.

Lastly, I took a slut quiz where I got these results:

You're 58% slut which means you are a slut, maybe not a full-blown slut, but a slut. By the way, that's 61% higher than the average test-taker, which is 36%.

I honestly wasn't sure how to take that... slut is such a strange word. I like to fuck. I like to have kinky sex. I like to be dominated. But I wasn't one who would be gangbanged or anything... although a lesbian orgy was something I had fantasized about on more than one occasion.

I then spent a few days looking at profiles.

Oddly, I knew what I wanted.

Someone younger... it had always been a fantasy... truth be told many of Victoria's friends back home had turned me on.

Someone dominant... I wanted to come home from work and just be told what to do.

Someone hot... I am shallow when it comes to women... I want someone beautiful.

After a few days, and a couple dozen chats, including some online role play, I finally found someone who really intrigued me and checked off all my boxes.

Her name was Olivia and she was utterly beautiful.

Profile

Name: Olivia

Age: 18

location: Boston

Weight: Skinny

Height: Average

Interests: Reading, writing, dancing

Books: Pride and Prejudice

Bands: Chicago

Orientation: Bi

Sexual Preference: Girls, Girls, Girls (A decent song too)

Perversions: Cheerleaders, teachers, submissive girls, stockings, power, I AM A DOMME LOOKING FOR OLDER SLUTS TO TRAIN!!!

As I read her bio, my cunt got wet.

She was eighteen... legal and yet young.

She was into stockings... my fetish. I'd brought along over thirty pairs of Wolford stockings when I fled London.

She was a domme looking for older sluts to train and I was an older slut wannabe craving to be trained.

She even liked Chicago (how many teens today even knew who they were???).

So, on New Year's Eve, alone with wine and porn, I sent her a message under my fake name Sarah, saying that I would like to get to know her.

She replied twenty minutes later.

December 31, 2007 22:30:11

Olivia: Hi, your profile picture is very flattering.

Sarah: Thanks.

I had used a picture from a few years ago, one that showcased my body but slightly distorted my face to keep it anonymous.

Olivia: I will be honest with you. Your profile interested me. I am an 18-year-old high school student. I like to dominate older women. I am looking for a new slut. British women turn me on. Are you looking for a mistress?

Her words turned me on, but I didn't want to seem too eager so I responded rather generically.

Sarah: I am not sure.

Olivia: Ok, bye.

(Olivia has left chat)

I was shocked. She just quit talking to me and disappeared!

Sarah: Hello?

Sarah: Hello?

Sarah: Um, sorry but it was a surprising question.

I tried to defend my response.

After an hour of waiting, I admitted the truth... her ignoring me somehow made me want to submit to her more.

Sarah: I think I might be looking for a mistress.

Sarah: Hello...

Sarah:

I celebrated the new year with a hot lesbian porn scene starring the always hot and nasty Phoenix Marie and an orgasm with the evening's empty wine bottle while I stared at Olivia's profile pic, wishing she would indeed be my Mistress.

I woke up the next morning, well it was almost lunch, and checked my chat box, disappointed to see she hadn't responded to any of my messages.

So I sent her a new one.

January 1, 2008 11:23:14

Sarah: Hello.

And another after I had breakfast and showered.

January 1, 2008 13:44:11

Sarah: Hello.

And another while I made dinner.

January 1, 2008 16:00:31

Sarah: Olivia?

And yet another while I watched television with my daughter.

January 1, 2008 19:54:27

Sarah: Olivia?

Sarah: Hi.

And another while I was online again... where I ended up role playing with someone else, but I couldn't get into it... I wanted to talk to Olivia. It was strange since we had spoken for under a minute, but I was completely obsessed. My eager need for sexual acceptance consumed me; ironic since at work, acceptance was the last thing I strived for. At work, I was a bit of a bitch, a pit-bull, and took shit from no one... yet, I felt frustratingly helpless when she didn't respond.

January 1, 2008 21:39:23

Sarah: You there?

January 1, 2008 23:21:26

Sarah: I will try again tomorrow.

When she still didn't respond, I gave up.

Yet, that evening, just after dinner, I decided to try again.

January 2, 2008 17:43:02

Sarah: Olivia, you there?

Sarah: Hello.

I stared at the screen praying for a reply. I then wondered if I should flatter her....

Sarah: I looked at your picture. You are beautiful. Your green eyes are hypnotic, your luscious lips are tantalizing and I have a weak spot for redheads.

I spoke the truth. Her green eyes in the picture drew me in and I could only imagine the power they would have up close and personal. My main Mistress in college had been a redhead, and from my sexual submission experience redheads were the most dominant... the most fiery... and the most intoxicating.

Desperate, I tried one more time... implying my submissive nature.

Sarah: How can I please you?

Olivia: Tell me one secret about yourself.

She'd responded!

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me... the same rush I got when I won a case (And I usually won).

I quickly responded with gratitude.

Sarah: Thank you for responding.

Olivia: Don't disappoint me again.

Sarah: Understood.

I was giddy with excitement. My life had become a bore and this, although likely nothing more than online play (no way would I actually skype or meet in person) it was exciting.

Olivia: Good, because I have many older women very eager to be trained by me.

If she really was eighteen (let's be honest 99% of people online lie... many women are actually men) how could she possible have 'many' already? It intrigued me, yet it should have scared me.

Sarah: I will obey.

Olivia: So let's start by telling me one secret about yourself.

I pondered what to tell her.

A truth?

A lie?

Yet, feeling safe in the comfort of my home and the anonymity of being online, I told a truth.

Sarah: I had a Mistress throughout university and have recently begun to crave that feeling of obedience and submission I long ago quit being a part of.

Olivia: So you have been dominated by a woman?

More than one, I thought to myself.

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: When?

I wasn't going to point out I said university in my answer... I knew enough to NEVER correct a Mistress... EVER!

Sarah: At uni.

Olivia: Tell me the story.

I smiled as I recalled my lesbian past. I also parted my legs and slowly touched myself with my left hand as I responded.

Sarah: My roommate in uni was a year older than I and she seduced me the second month we were together.

Olivia: What was her name?

Sarah: Sarah.

Olivia: Thus the user name?

Sarah: Yes.

Olivia: What is your real name?

I stared at the question. I had never used my real name for online play. Yet, I felt compelled to give her my real name. Plus, it was just online fun, no way would she be able to connect my first name to my true identity.

Sarah: Kate.

Olivia: Good girl. Go on with your story.

As I retold the story, I couldn't believe how fresh the memory still was... as if it only happened yesterday.

Sarah: Well, I came home upset after being dumped by some man because I wouldn't put out and she consoled me. We drank a bit and eventually she kissed me. She then simply slipped out of her robe, slid off her knickers, and demanded I eat her pussy. I had never even considered doing such a thing, yet it never even occurred to me to disobey her command. From that night on, I was her submissive sex toy. I ate her pussy every day it seemed, and she often fucked me with a variety of different toys. I also fucked her, but she never, not even once, ate my pussy. The situation was clear: I was the lesbian slave and she was in charge.

To this day, I've never understood how that night happened.

I hadn't known she was a lesbian.

I'd never felt any attraction to another woman.

I'd displayed no lesbian curiosity tendencies at all, not even to myself. I mean, I knew when a woman was beautiful. I admired women with nicer hair, eyes, tits, ass and legs than I had... but that was it.

Yet the kiss was so much more intimate than with a guy.

Her lips were so much softer, I was instantly smitten.

And the moment she ordered me to eat her pussy, although I'd never even contemplated such a thing, I felt compelled to do it.

I suddenly, as she spread her legs, knew I wanted to taste her pussy.

And, as cliché as it sounds, one lick and I was addicted.

The scent drew me in.

The taste tantalized my taste buds.

The act captivated my entire being.

I was confused by my feelings... I was straight... yet, quickly I accepted my new truth... I was in lust with my female roommate.

And the more I served her, the more I felt at peace.

I craved submission.

I craved pussy.

And I could never get enough.

Which made me reminisce of my first time with a girl.

Olivia: It ended?

I sighed at the thought that I never saw her again after university was over. I had looked for her on Facebook, but never could find her.

Sarah: Yes. This lifestyle existed all four years of college and then we went our separate ways.

Olivia: What happened after college?

Sarah: I got a job, met a guy, got knocked up, got married and lived happily ever after. Until he got abusive some years ago and I moved to America to start over.

I almost laughed at how predictable and mundane my life had become. I had become just another cog in the machine of typical life in suburbia.

Olivia: You have not been with ANY other women since then?

Although tempted on a few occasions... especially Victoria's friend Amy back in the UK... no.

Sarah: No.

Olivia: Interesting.

I wondered why she thought that was interesting, but didn't ask.

Sarah: I liked your profile too.

Olivia: What did you like about it?

I answered honestly.

Sarah: Well you're gorgeous, I got wet just looking at you and imagining submitting to you in real life. But I am fascinated that you like Jane Austen. Your favorite band is Chicago (how many other teens could even name a song by them?) and you also like stockings.

Olivia: Stockings = power.

Funny, that was something I often thought too. Nylons were luxurious and showcased my legs. I felt empowered when I wore them. Thus why I wore the most expensive brand in the world (or close to it). If I was going to do something, I did it right. I loved the sheerness of the pantyhose. I loved the feel of silk. I loved the feeling of them on my feet, my legs and my ass.

I even loved masturbating with knee high sheer stockings to caress my tits, stomach and, of course, pussy.

Sarah: I have pairs of knee high silk stockings to wear on my hands to masturbate myself. The feel of them touching me is orgasmic.

Olivia: I always wear stockings.

I loved that she always wore stockings... it was a major turn on. Wanting to please her, impress her, I admitted I wore them every day too.

Sarah: I wear pantyhose to work every day.

Olivia: Actual pantyhose?

I wanted to clarify that I only wore the clear toe kind... I loved showcasing my painted toenails in open toed heels.

Sarah: Yes. But only sheer sandalfoot ones.

Olivia: Sheer - check. Sandalfoot - check. Pantyhose -- no.