I gasped but turned around and got on top of the table where my brothers and father watched me. I took off my panties and crouched over the glass. I a...med carefully and began to pee. The yellow urine flowed from my pee hole and into the glass. I filled up the glass with the last squirts of my piss. Then I picked up the glass and started to drink the warm liquid. I finished drinking it then pulled back on my panties and hopped off the table. "Now then, Emma stand up straight." Mom said.I stood. I had thousands of thoughts running through my mind at that time.Raghav was staring at my mom’s armpits and navel whenever he got a chance, and I was actually enjoying it. A hot guy secretly peeking my mom’s assets was hot to me at that time. We were talking for a long time. I got to know that he’s 26, working in a well reputed IT company and lives in Chennai with his parents.Mom was very casual with him, and they were talking very friendly. Mom shared her IT field experience and stories for a. She’s thinking to herself, ‘Jeez, when are these jerk-offs gonna finish their eponymous task so I can swallow this crap, do the obligatory smile, wave bye-bye for the camera, get my cash, get the hell out of here, and get home where I can puke and then take a half-hour gargle with Listerine (or maybe bleach) to get the vile taste of all this shit out of my mouth?” It was pretty rare that Simone used coarse language, so this made me concentrate less on some of my favorite jerk-off material and. Part of me wanted to put the magazine away, but the other part of me wanted to look. What were these women doing? I remember feeling a rush of adrenaline, and getting a tingly, warm feeling between my legs. I had no idea why I was feeling this way...but I wanted to keep looking. I glanced through the magazine quickly and placed it back where I found it. What a rush! Several days passed. I remember feeling like I kinda wanted to go tell my parents about the dirty magazines. I mean why did they.