The answer to my prayers, I could drive my sister home, it would be faster, easier and I could bring the cart back the next day. I pulled Wendy up the...drive, “Get in, we’re going to ride in style.” She didn’t even argue; Wendy plopped her limp, alcohol-soaked ass on the seat and sighed relief to get off her feet. The cart was an electric so it didn’t make any noise when I pressed the go pedal.Off we went; two inebriated siblings in a hot golf cart at 10:30 on a warm summer night. Wendy,. Stupid him. He found himself and his broken relationship as the blunt of her jokes on the show. Insensitive. That's what she was. Except she wasn't really insensitive, just naive to the feelings of others.When she realized how much she had hurt him, her face had dropped, and he could see the genuine sorrow in her eyes.He hadn't been able to fathom that Laura Treem could possibly feel sorry for anything. But it was there. And all of a sudden, he had seen something different, something beautiful.. Ugh. Ugh!" I grunted, as I heard my mother moaning from her climax. I could picture her body thrashing around on her bed while her fingers brought her to ecstasy.Legs were shaking, body quivering. I almost fell over from coming so hard, and even though I knew it was so wrong to have sinfully enjoyed this new taboo experience I had performed in secret, I sinfully found myself wanting to explore more of these wicked sexual involvements with my mother.Fuck, this is getting worse, I thought as I. Getting out and wrapping the towel around my waist,I felt this sudden feeling of fatigue. Thinking quickly, I staggered tomy bed before I collapsed on top of the comforter. That was when I had the strangest dream. I saw myself sitting in front ofa fire, with the sound of tribal drums all around me, starting slow thengrowing to a rapid beat, before slowing again. Around me danced whatlooked to be Spanish women who moved in unison to the rhythm of thedrums. That was when I saw her. The cleaning.