The run-in with Aryan had brought Sonia’s desires to a new limit, Rohan’s blend of anger and desire powering their deviant dynamic. By Sunday, October 26, the family was set to go out for a movie, a welcome normalcy in their sick games. Sonia stood in their apartment bedroom, slipping on a thin light gray camisole, its sheer cotton barely opaque, hugging her 34DD breasts, nipples stiff and slightly leaking milk—a new phenomenon since the trip, her body adjusting to consistent arousal. The short sleeveless armholes yawned, exposing the full side curves of her breasts, almost spilling out, her armpits bare. The hem ended at her ass cheeks, leaving her bare below, her vaginal hair trimmed into a sharp arrow pointing to her swollen, glistening clitoris, visible with every step. No bra, no panties—Rohan’s only rule for the day.Rohan leaned against the doorframe, his jeans tight, eyes burning. “You fucked the neighbor kid behind my back,” he said, his voice rough but laced with hunger. “Today, I’m bringing the men. The cinema toilet. Four men. Fuck them all, cum dripping, no cleaning up. I’ll lick you clean afterwards.” He moved closer, his hand stroking her clit, wet and bare, her breasts seeping a spot of milk through the camisole. “Then we’ll dine out, and you’ll remain wet, dripping, flashing the lot.”Sonia’s center tightened, her clit pounding, a bead of milk wetting the camisole, making it stick to her tighter. “You want me used, marked,” she whispered, straddling him, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and pussy, her breasts spilling out through the armholes, milk dripping onto his shirt. “I’ll fuck them till I’m soaked.” Arjun and Nia burst in, giggling. “Mom’s naked again! ” Nia chirped, unfazed by the camisole’s exposure, her clit visible, milk staining the fabric. Arjun smiled, “Always is.” Sonia chuckled, pulling the hem down, her heart pounding from their approval, the fear of neighbors catching sight of her through the open window thrilling.At 6 PM, the family arrived at the packed movie theater, the most recent animated movie attracting family and teenagers. Sonia’s light gray camisole was a scandal, the sheer fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, milk stains defining her nipples, her clit glistening and unveiled as she walked, the arrow of hair an explicit pointer. Rohan had the popcorn, his eyes scanning the queue, the children jumping ahead, indifferent. Mom’s flaunting,” Arjun whispered to Nia, who nodded and snickered as they got settled.Rohan leaned in, whispering, “Bathroom, now. Four guys waiting.” Sonia’s heart raced, her pussy already moist. She excused herself, the camisole bunching up as she made her way down the aisle, her clit
exposed to gawking teens. In the men’s lavatory, dark and reeking of disinfectant, four men—two ushers (mid-20s), a janitor (early 30s), and a customer (late 20s)—waited, recruited by Rohan from the theater staff and audience. He leaned in the doorway, feigning a check of his phone, his gaze fixed on her.Sonia pulled the camisole to her waist, breasts overflowing, milk dripping from the nipples, pussy bare and shining. The initial usher took hold of her, holding her against the stall, his cock huge as he pumped into her pussy, her clit against him, moans repeating. Milk dripped from her breasts, saturating the camisole as he pounded away, withdrawing to cum all over her face, thick ropes trickling down her cheeks. The second usher grabbed her from the back, his cock buried in her pussy, her legs bouncing, milk leaking onto the floor, his cum dripping over her clit, added to the first load.