During the week, we’d take turns sleeping in the booth.“What do we do with all this?” Rachel asked Sunday night. She’d just dumped the content... of the hat in the middle of our bed. Blankets. We’d brought the foam mattress out of the truck and put it in the middle of the tent. Desi produced an air mattress that pretty much filled the rest of the tent.“How much is there?” Brittany asked.“A lot,” Livy said. “Should we count it out?”“Our usual is to just dump all of it together and...” Desi stopped. "I'm pregnant," his mother stated, tears now streaming from her eyes. Chris was stunned. They had talked about the possibility, but he hadn't given it much thought since then. He sat down heavily in a chair across the table from his mother and stared at her. "Are you sure... I mean... can these tests be wrong?" "99% accuracy." "Oh God. His face went pale. "I'm sorry Mom. It's all my fault." "It might not be yours," referring to the fact that she had had sex with his father on the same day as a. Just thought of something. I think I’ll start writing to DD instead of Dear Diary, that’s shorter. WAIT – DEEDEE! My new BFF!!!! Now it’s like I’m really writing to a Real Friend. From a Real Woman. Hi, Deedee!! Anyway, back to me. Mommy’s still asleep and is wearing her light-green babydoll outfit that Daddy likes coz it’s mostly transparent, but she doesn’t have the panties on coz they were doing fucks last night when I climbed in bed with them. He was doing her pussy with his fingers. I'm sure Daddy would love to see you and Aunt Sara in your underwear. Probably Mom, too," she added, remembering the feel of her mother's hands in her own pussy."Well, what are you going to wear, then?" Hmm. I'm sure I'll be able to find something," she said, her hand casually going to stroke her breast through her top as the memories of her hot session with her parents came flooding back. "I bet you both look great in your negligees. You look pretty good now, as a matter of fact, and I know.