Ready or not, here she cums!

"Do you...do you want a drink, Mom?" Heather asked when they got into the bathroom and she realized she was still holding the bottle of wine. Billy grinned, realizing Heather was following his advice about trying to get Zoe so drunk she passed out.

"Thank you Sweetie Slut!" Zoe said, accepting the bottle and taking a swig, then handing it back to Heather.

"Have some yerself, Skank!" she said.

Heather looked at Billy, deer in the headlights, and he motioned urgently for her to drink too. She did so, without even so much as a mental push. She was just following the plan, trying to make Zoe believe she was still in control, still oblivious that it was all Billy.

"Thas' my lil' lush!" Zoe praised Heather once she had chugged at the wine bottle a bit. "Now get in here and scrub my sweet ass!"

Heather looked about in desperation, but Billy took the wine bottle and gave her a gentle push and she plunged forward into the arms of dripping MILF her mother had become. The blonde teen blinked furiously as the shower sprayed off Zoe's tits and into her eyes. Zoe reached out and tweeked her right nipple, making the blonde girl shiver and squeal in horror.

"Your titties look cold, Sweetie-Skank!" Zoe observed, leering at her nipples. "Let ol' Zoe warm them up for you!"

The shower-soaked zoe ducked down, letting the stream of the shower hit Heather in the face as the older woman wrapped her arms around the younger and took an engorged nipple in her mouth. Heather screamed. Billy thought. Heather's scream turned into a moan as her mind became convinced she had never been so aroused in her life. Zoe's hands became adventurous, teasing and probing Heather's ass as she sucked her nipples. With a mental push from Billy, Zoe's fingers went deeper, teasing Heather's asshole.

"You're going to cum," he thought at Heather. "You're going to cum so hard! You can't help it! It feels so good!"

"OH GOD!" Heather screamed out. "OH GOD! I CAN'T HELP IT! I CAN'T HELP IT! I...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The blonde spasmed and flushed, her eyes wide, as Zoe hummed in satisfaction around her nipple. Zoe was grinning broadly as she raised her head and licked Heather's burning cheek. Then she turned to Billy.

"Did you get that?" she asked.

"Of course, Mistress Zoe!" Billy said, indicating the camera.

Zoe giggled at the title. Heather blanched and looked at Billy in horror. He mouthed to her that it was o.k., indicating the camera that he had not, in fact, disabled. The wet and trembling blonde seemed at least a little releived. She bit her lower lip.

"Want another drink Mo...Zoe?" she asked, having latched onto Billy's plan as her only salvation.

"If you cum like that again, you might not even want to escape," Billy thought at her.

"You first!" Zoe told Heather, with a little help from Billy. Helpless, the wet blonde drank when Billy handed her the bottle, then gave it hopefully to Zoe.

"Thanks, Skank!" Zoe said. "Now be a good little tramp and scrub my ass!"

Zoe turned her back on Heather. Heather turned to Billy, **** for a way out, but he waved her on with a conspriratorial wink, mouthing 'IT'S WORKING'.

Heather sighed in resignation, then knealt in the shower before Zoe's round ass and grabbed a loofa. Billy filmed and wondered just how much humiliation Heather was willing to take.