Go along with Zoe's 'orders'

Zoe returned to Heather’s bedroom with a drunken grin, fresh red-wine spills overlapping the dried jism that decorated her mature voluptuousness, still sporting Heather’s cheerleading skirt but nothing else.

“That was a great idea, Billy!” she exclaimed. “I finished the whole bozzle, then I brought this other bozzle, <hic!> jus in case. You want some?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Billy said.

Heather looked at her drunken, disheveled mother in horror, not just because of her state now but more because of what she believed the older woman had made her do and might still make her do.

“Oh, hi Heather!” Zoe exclaimed as if she had just noticed her there on the floor. “You got a lil’ sumpin right there.”

She indicated the corner of her mouth and Heather reached up to the indicated corner and found a dribble of Billy’s spooge. She wiped it off and blushed furiously.

“Did you suck Billy off?” Zoe asked, delightedly. “Good girl, Heather! Here, have a drink! Nothing like wine and spunk for breakfast!”

Zoe handed her the bottle. Heather glanced at Billy, wondering what she should do, and Billy discretely mimed that she would drink it so that Zoe wouldn’t suspect she didn’t have control of Heather. Heather did as she was told and with a little push from Billy ended up drinking much more than the little sip she had intended.

“Mom, why?” she exclaimed, once she had stopped chugging from the bottle. “Why do you want me to…to do…THAT…with Billy?”

“Oh, Sweetie!” Zoe exclaimed. “Isss cuz yer a slut! I know, you can’t help bein’ a slut, but if yer gonna be a slut, you should be Billy’s slut! Iss fer the bes, really! I jus’ want the bess fer you and Billy is the BESSSTESTSS!”

Zoe giggled drunkenly. Heather looked on in horror and took another drink from the bottle without even realizing what she was doing.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess in yer room, Heather Sweetie!” Zoe said. “Iss jus, you got sush nice slutty clothes and I don’t got hardly none. We totally gotta go shopping and get matching slut clothes! That’ll be so cool! You don’ mine if I borrow shumuv yer clothes now, jus’ till Billy picks me out sumpin’ nice at the store, right?”

Heather looked in horror at her mother then at Billy, who nodded that she had to agree, then back.

“O…okay, Mom,” she agreed.

Zoe giggled.

“Thas’ my girl!” she exclaimed. “But you tozally gotsa call me Zoe! Like I tol’ Billy yeserday, I’m naw yer real mom. Yer both adoped. So you don’t even have to feel bad about sucking his dick!”

She giggled again, wiggled out of Heather’s stained skirt and went to Heather’s closet to look for clothes. Heather looked in shock at Billy and mouthed ‘Is that true?’

Billy shrugged.

“What da’ ya think of this one, Billy?” Zoe said, holding up a lime green tube top. “This’ll show off my big boobies nice, right? Unless you want it, Heather. Iss yours, afer all. God, yer sush a slut. I don’t know why I didn’ notice before.”

“Oh god, we aren’t going to leave the house, are we?” Heather asked, the blood draining from her face letting Billy know she had just figured out how her horrible situation could get worse.