Anna Takes Control

This is my first story so I am open to criticism. I will completely ignore "You suck" comments and probably just laugh at them. All characters are over 18. The story includes lesbian incest, spanking, and bimbofication. You have been warned. This story is over the top and it also takes a while to get to the "good stuff".

Chapter 1

Anna woke up to her alarm blaring from the phone on her nightstand. She groggily reaches to turn it off. Wondering to herself why it was set so early as it is a Saturday as she groggily pushes her red hair from her face. Getting out of bed, she looks out the window the same as she does every day. Something catches her eye. Maggie's, Anna's girlfriend's, car is in the driveway. She thinks back to last night when Maggie said she couldn't come over last night because she had to be at work early in the morning. This wasn't unusual for Maggie. She worked most weekends. Looking at the clock, it is 7:30 am. Without thinking, Anna walks down the hall to ask her mom, Christine, if she knew why Maggie's car was parked in front of the house.

Opening the door, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her girlfriend and mother were naked in the same bed. The blanket was pushed to the foot of the bed, their legs intertwined with each other. Anna's eyes darted around the room and saw clothes on the floor in the otherwise spotless room. Eyeing lingerie that she had given Maggie as a birthday present. Tears began to form in Anna's eyes as they slowly dripped down her cheeks.

"Maggie, get up! You will be late for work." Maggie slowly showed signs of life as she awoke, looking at Anna and can see the anger on her face.

"This isn't..." Maggie began to say as Anna cut her off. "What is it than Maggie? You are naked in bed with my naked mother! Just leave! If I see you again it will be too soon."

"How could she, no they, do this to me?" she thought, "With my own mother!" The slow tear drops soon became a stream as she rushed to her room slamming the door behind her. Burying her head in a pillow as she cried. Moving back to the window after she heard the front door slam. Anna saw her now ex-girlfriend get in her car. The car door slammed hard enough to wake up the entire neighborhood before the car sped down the road, running a stop sign.

It wasn't long before there was a soft knock on Anna's bedroom door. Knowing it was her mother, she didn't reply. The door cracked open. "Anna, please talk to me." Her mother pleaded. "Go away, mother!" Anna yelled before throwing a pillow at the door.

Hours passed as Anna stewed away in her room. It felt like a lifetime. She became restless as she couldn't find anything to watch on her tablet or listen to on Spotify. She realized she would have to talk to her mother again and that only made her cry more. Knowing the one person that she thought she could trust would betray her felt like a knife being twisted in her heart. Getting off of her bed she put on a sweater that she always thought showcased her 34C breasts and her favorite pair of jeans. Walking out of her room, she made sure to grab her purse and quickly put on a pair of Nikes. As she made her way to the front door she heard sobbing from her mother's room.

Once out of the house, she got in her car and drove. She had to get away from that house that she shared with her mother. The house where she kissed Maggie for the first time. The house that she grew up in and before today had a lifetime of great memories. The tears have subsided but the pain only burrowed its way into her mind. She felt numb as she drove, not paying attention to the direction she was headed until she found herself in the town next to hers. Seeing a small coffee shop she decided to stop. As she sat down to drink her caramel macchiato her phone began to ring, looking at it she saw it was her mother. Silencing her phone the realization once again brought back to reality, she would have to talk to her mother. Then a text appeared on her screen, once again her mother.

"Anna please talk to me"

Anna glared at the phone. Deciding if she didn't reply her mother wouldn't give up.

"We will talk when I get home." After deleting the same message and retyping it multiple times she pressed send.

Returning home after mindlessly driving around the city for hours Anna found her mother on the couch crying to herself. She has built a plan in her mind for how to handle this conversation but seeing her mother cry gutted her. Even the amount of pain that she felt and this woman on the couch cause that pain, she still didn't like seeing her mother cry. Frankly, it caught her off guard.

"I am home mom. You wanted to talk so talk," Anna said sternly.

"Honey, this wasn't supposed to happen." Christine's face was red from crying.

"What wasn't supposed to happen? Me finding out my slut of an ex-girlfriend was fucking my whore of a mother behind my back?"

"No, you don't understand. Maggie is like a daughter to me. We..."

Anna interjected before her mother could say another word, "Like a daughter? You had sex with my girlfriend that you still claim is like a daughter to you?"

"I will do anything for you, honey. Please, forgive me. I hate the way you look at me and won't talk to me."

"I am talking to you now and the best you can come up with is 'this wasn't supposed to happen? Please answer me, Christine, why would you have sex with MY girlfriend?" Realizing this was the first time she has ever called her mother by her first name.

"Two months. It was an accident, I swear. I didn't even like other women, you know that" Christine began to confess to her only child, tears still covering her cheeks, "We ran into each other at a bar. I was with my friends, she was with hers and by the end of the night we were drunk and I kissed her. It escalated from there but that is how it began."

Christine's words felt like a punch to the gut for Anna. The wind was knocked out of her. The betrayal was becoming a deep wound. Time seemed to freeze as Christine continued to talk. All Anna heard was silence. Never in a million years did she ever expect to hear that her own mother made the first move on her now ex-girlfriend.

Interrupting her mother in mid-sentence, not hearing a word that she has said for the past few minutes, "You said you will do anything to make this right."

"Yes, honey. I mean it. I cannot believe I did this. I have never felt so ashamed."

"You will spend the day changing our rooms. I want your room. You will have my much smaller room. You can leave the beds where they are. I expect this to be done by 6 tonight. Things are going to change around here. I promise we will discuss that in-depth during dinner. Now get to work Christine."

As Christine got up from the couch Anna was surprised that she was going to do what she told her. She then noticed that her mother's robe was loose and she was not wearing anything other than pink panties under it. An idea popped in her head, wondering how far she can go before pushback from her mother.

"Oh, and Christine, you don't need to wear the robe while you complete your task but you aren't allowed to change clothes or put anything on."

Anna left the house once more. This time she knew exactly where she was going. Her thoughts were going a hundred miles per hour. "Did I just tell my mother to give me the master bedroom and make her do all of the work naked? Now I am calling her Christine, not even mom. Not a peep out of her when I did. Sure, she knows she fucked up but not even a rebuttal?" Anna's thoughts continued like this the entire time she was driving. As she pulled into a near-empty parking lot, she removed the key from the ignition and sat alone in her car. Every thought ceased to run through her mind. If she is going to this, it is now or never. Getting out of the car, she briskly walked through the door. Fluorescent lights greeted her as she entered the building. To her left were DVDs, most of them with random porn stars in lewd positions. To her right was a dark-haired mousy looking woman paying more attention to her phone than the only customer in the shop, Anna.

Things were going to change but how far was she willing to go. She wasn't too worried about what Christine thought. After all, this is happening because she had an affair with Maggie. As she neared the back left corner of the store, she saw what she was looking for. Paddles, floggers, whips, and many other devices covered the wall. She saw one paddle that had dark purple leather on it matching the grip that caught her eye. Holding it, she swung it a few times and liked the way it felt in her hand. This was hers. Then she noticed nipple clamps.

"Am I really entertaining getting nipple clamps to put on my own mother?" The thought stayed there as she stared at a set with a chain connecting the clamps. "No, they aren't for my mother. They are for the bimbo Christine that fucked my girlfriend for the past two months. No, I think I will call her Chrissi from now on. Crissy the bimbo." She couldn't help but laugh at herself after she thought this. Her mind was made up. She instantly knew how far she was willing to go. She wasn't dealing with her mother. She was going to own Chrissi the bimbo.

Before she knew it, she was walking around the store with a basket it was filling up fast. She made sure to get a DVD called Lesbo Bimbos 32, a butt plug trainer set, and a few other items. She was astonished at the total when the dark-haired mousy girl rang her up but she happily swiped her credit card.

Revving up her engine, she saw it was only 4 o'clock. She decided that she would need some wine for tonight, at the very least, if not something heavier. Nothing grabbed her eye other than an expensive bottle of Pinot Grigio. She remembered how much fun she and Maggie had at a winery a few months ago, tasting the different wines and her heart once again sank.

Once home, she left everything in the car other than the wine. She will have Chrissi get it she thought and laughed again. It was 5 o'clock and her topless mother was scurrying from room to room.

"You are almost done, I see."

"I am, I hope it is okay but I left my entire bedroom set for you."

"Of course Christine, that is perfectly fine. You wouldn't have the space for it in here." Anna thoughtfully replied as she was standing in her old room.

She watched her mother, moving out of the way when needed, as Christine finished moving the last few items. Within a few moments, Anna's life will change for the second time on the same day. They both walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

"First, I want you to know how angry I am at you. Both of you, but Maggie will not be a part of either of our lives from this morning forward. Speaking of our lives, you have really fucked mine up."

"I'm sorry, I truly am."

"I don't want any more interruptions or hear your apologies. They don't mean anything to me. You see, my mother would never do that to me. Chrissi the bimbo would fuck another woman's girlfriend but not my mother. You knew I was starting to look for an engagement ring and you were fucking her for the past two months. You're not my mother you are a bimbo. So, here is what I have to offer. It is your choice but I will not talk to you and you would never see me, even if I decide to continue living here if you decline the offer. Going forward, you will be my bimbo slut. All decisions will go through me. You will be punished as I see fit. You will obey my every whim, including how you dress. I figure since you already don't need to work since you are living off of dad's life insurance, that won't change. Your full-time job will be catering to my desires. You may give me your answer but not in words. If you go to my car and get the bags out that will mean you agree. If you go to your room that will mean will mean you don't agree to my terms."

Anna continued, "I will leave you alone to your thoughts for five minutes. You will make your decision upon my arrival." Anna stood up and went to her new room to inspect Christine's work. Once inside the room, she sprawled out on the king-sized bed. Four minutes passed as she began walking towards the living room. Staying in the hallway for thirty seconds to walk in the living room exactly at the five-minute mark.

Christine looked at her and silently walked to the front door, leaving it open as she went to Anna's car for the bags. Anna smiled as she watched Chrissi walk outside topless to her car. She yelled out the door, "Do not look inside of the bags, Chrissi." She continued to watch to make sure the older woman obeyed. Once inside, Chrissi brought the bags to the living room and set them on the coffee table.

"I see you have made your decision."

"I have. I need you in my life, even if it means that I will be your... bimbo slut. I messed up and I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me."

"You did fuck up and I lost the love of my life and my loving mom but I have gained a whore, haven't I Chrissi?"

Chrissi's answer did not come easy, "That is correct Anna." Her daughter's words stung but she couldn't disagree with her. A good mother would never have done that to her daughter. She understood that she should take responsibility for her actions and if this was the only way her daughter would allow her in her life, she wouldn't mess that up too.

Chapter 2

Chrissi stood in front of her daughter, the full realization that her decisions have consequences came crashing down. Yesterday, she was the mother of a smart and loving daughter. She didn't like lying to her daughter about her affair but it was her secret that she had hoped she would never share. Today, she has not put clothes on and no longer has the master bedroom. Her daughter has called her names and stopped calling her mom. Now she is being called Chrissi, which is a name that she isn't very fond of. Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard her daughter ask her a question.

"What size tits do you have Chrissi? They are bigger than my C cup breasts, that is for sure."

"They are 38D, Anna."

"You no longer have breasts Chrissi, you will only refer to them as tits."

"Yes, Anna. I have tits."

"Do you know why you don't have breasts Chrissi?"

"I don't, Anna."

"You are a dumb girlfriend stealing bimbo Chrissi. Bimbos like you have tits."

"I understand, Anna."

This exchange went on for another 10 minutes. Chrissi would answer that she has tits because she is a bimbo. She was wondering how much longer this would go on for when Anna walked to the bags on the coffee table. When her daughter's hand came out of a bag she saw a paddle with purple leather. Chrissi's eyes became saucers as she quickly understood her daughter's intentions.

"I told you that I would punish you Chrissi. Now remove your panties and ask me to be spanked."

Chrissi froze. Her daughter just told her to lose her last shred of clothing and to double her humiliation she had to ask to be spanked.

"Don't act like you have modesty now, Chrissi. I have already seen you naked in your bed after you had sex with my girlfriend and you have been walking around with your tits for me to see." Anna's voice was teasing with a hint of irritation.

Chrissi slid her fingers under the waistband of her pink panties, slowly sliding them down her legs until they fell to the floor. Standing naked in front of her daughter, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Not forgetting her daughter's other demand.

"May you punish me?" Chrissi's voice was barely a whisper.

"What was that Chrissi? I couldn't hear you."

"May you punish me?" This time her voice was more audible.

"Thank you for asking Chrissi. Get me a chair from the kitchen."

Chrissi didn't have to be told twice. She thought to herself that she didn't want her punishment to be worse than it already was. Once the chair was in the living room Anna sat down, paddle in hand.

"Get on my lap Chrissi. You will thank me for every spanking. If you forget we will start over. You will receive 10 spankings."

Anna was surprised by how natural her dominance came. Sure, she has handcuffed Maggie on a few occasions but this is a whole new level. Is this what she was missing in her life? As Anna thought about this she also realized she didn't want to do any real harm, so she has wasn't planning on spanking her as hard as she could nor how hard she thought she deserved.

Chrissi complied swiftly, getting on her daughter's lap, her ass in the air ready for her punishment. Without warning the paddle exploded on her ass.

"Thank you, Anna!" Chrissi's voice was loud. By the time the 10th spanking landed on her ass tears returned to her face. She didn't forget once to thank her daughter for each spanking. Anna noticed her mother's cunt began to glisten by the 10th spanking but didn't say anything. Instead, she told Chrissi to take a shower. Her mother didn't need to be told twice and began to go to the bathroom in hopes her daughter wouldn't see the embarrassment on her face.

She stopped when she heard her daughter's voice. "Get rid of that forest covering your cunt. Bimbos like you will always be smooth. I will leave your clothing at the door."

Shocked, all Chrissi could reply was, "Yes, Anna," and then continued into the bathroom. As the water rained over her nude body, she couldn't help but realize that she was turned on. "Why did my daughter spanking me make me wet? Is this what my life has become?" She was talking to no one as she shampooed her hair, leaving her task last.

True to her word, Anna left a pink mini skirt that was more likely to be worn by a stripper than a conservative 43-year old woman that her mother once was along with a white crop top that was a size too small for herself and 4-inch heels that matched the color of the skirt. It was about 20 minutes later that the bathroom door opened. A naked Chrissi looked down and saw the clothes. Without saying a word, she picked them up and put them in the hallway, sliding her shoes on last. The skirt was an inch under her ass, the crop top was extremely tight and left little to the imagination.

Chrissi walked into the living room, Anna looked up and laughed.

"Lift your skirt. I want to make sure you weed-whacked that bush you had."

Not wanting more spankings, Chrissi lifted her skirt. Embarrassed that her own daughter was inspecting her pussy.

"This is how your cunt will look from now on. I have a pussy but you are a deceitful bimbo who has a cunt."

Her mother sheepishly said she understood that she has a cunt and her daughter has a pussy. Then to make matters worse, she heard words she wasn't expecting.

"We are going out. We need blonde hair dye. My bimbo won't have brunette hair."

"Dressed like this, Anna? What if someone I know sees me?"

"It sounds like people you knew watched you kiss my girlfriend so I can't say I feel bad for you. I will not repeat myself, Chrissi. We are leaving now and don't forget your purse."

Anna handed her mother a small pink purse with the word "Bimbo" written on it in white cursive. As her mother held the purse she looked down to the floor and realized how much cleavage was showing thanks to her small white crop top. If that wasn't embarrassing enough she saw the perfect outline of her nipples.

Chapter 3

Once in the car, Chrissi's pink skirt rode up her thighs revealing her cunt. It was then that her daughter noticed she was holding her legs tight so her thighs were touching.

"Chrissi when you are sitting your legs will be spread. I don't like it when my bimbo feigns modesty. We both know are anything but modest." Anna's words continued to lash at her mother's heart but she spread her legs. "Do you think this is easy for me Chrissi? Do you think I want to have to treat my mother like the bimbo slut that you are? I wanted to be on a date with my girlfriend right now. Instead, I have to spend my Saturday night going to a store with my slut of a mother to get hair dye."