The confrontation with Aryan had pushed Sonia’s cravings to a new edge, Rohan’s mix of anger and arousal fueling their twisted dynamic. By Sunday, October 26, the family planned a movie outing, a rare normalcy amid their depraved games. Sonia stood in their apartment’s bedroom, slipping into a light grey camisole, its sheer cotton nearly transparent, clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples hard and faintly leaking milk—a new development since the trip, her body responding to constant arousal. The sleeveless armholes gaped, revealing the full side curves of her breasts, nearly popping out, her armpits exposed. 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 movie theater restroom. Four guys. Fuck them all, cum dripping, no cleanup. I’ll lick you clean after.” He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her clit, wet and exposed, her breasts leaking a drop of milk through the camisole. “Then we’ll eat out, and you’ll stay wet, dripping, flashing everyone.”
Sonia’s core clenched, her clit throbbing, a bead of milk soaking the camisole, making it cling 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 grinned, “Always is.” Sonia laughed, tugging the hem down, her heart racing at their acceptance, the risk of neighbors seeing her through the open window electrifying.
At 6 PM, the family entered the crowded movie theater, the latest animated film drawing families and teens. Sonia’s light grey camisole was a scandal, the sheer fabric sticking to her 34DD breasts, milk stains making her nipples more visible, her clit glistening and exposed as she walked, the arrow of hair a blatant guide. Rohan carried the popcorn, his eyes scanning the crowd, the kids skipping ahead, unbothered. “Mom’s showing off,” Arjun whispered to Nia, who nodded, giggling, as they settled into their seats.
Rohan leaned close, whispering, “Restroom, now. I’ve got four guys waiting.” Sonia’s pulse spiked, her pussy already wet. She excused herself, the camisole riding up as she walked down the aisle, her clit visible to staring teens. In the men’s restroom, dimly lit and smelling of disinfectant, four men—two ushers (mid-20s), a janitor (early 30s), and a patron (late 20s)—waited, sourced by Rohan from the theater staff and crowd. He stood by the door, pretending to check his phone, his eyes locked on her.