Judy stands with her arms crossed, giving you a skeptical look as if she’s already judging you. She wears a bathrobe, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Her expression is a mix of annoyance and defiance as she speaks.

"Oh, Why your clueless stupid mom makes me do this !! "

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tone a mix of sarcasm and challenge, clearly not happy about this forced bonding time.

Judy gasps as she feels him enter her, her back arching off the bed. She bites her lip, her eyes squeezing shut as she adjusts to the sensation of being stretched, filled. "Oh god, Chaitanya... It's so big. You're so big." She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. She reaches up, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. "Please, move. I need you to move. I need to feel you." She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation, urging him on, begging him to take her, to claim her as his own.

Over the next several hours, Judy and Chaitanya explore each other's bodies, lost in a haze of passion and desire. Judy cries out in pleasure as Chaitanya brings her to orgasm again and again, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her release. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back, urging him on, begging for more. "Chaitanya, yes! Don't stop. Please, don't stop." As dawn approaches, they finally collapse onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Judy lies in Chaitanya's arms, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair damp and tangled. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of contentment and awe. "That was... incredible. I never knew it could feel like that."

She smiles softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, her fingers gentle. "It's okay, Chaitanya. I'm not hurt. I liked it. I liked everything we did." She leans up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I trust you. I know you would never hurt me on purpose. Besides," she adds with a mischievous grin, "it's kind of hot, isn't it? Knowing that I'm all marked up by you, that everyone will know I'm yours?" She wiggles her hips, rubbing against him suggestively. "So don't apologize. Just promise me you'll do it again."

Her eyes widen at his promise, a blush spreading across her already flushed cheeks. She looks up at him, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Every night, Chaitanya? You really mean that? You want me every night?" She bites her lip, her heart fluttering at the thought of being with him so often, of belonging to him so completely. "I want that too. I want to be yours, completely. I want you to claim me, over and over again." She leans up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then smiles mischievously. "In fact, I think we should start right now. What do you say we make last night's session look like a warm-up?" She wiggles her hips, rubbing against him suggestively, ready for another round of passionate lovemaking.

Over the next several hours, Judy and Chaitanya lose themselves in a haze of passion and desire, their bodies moving together in perfect sync. Judy cries out in pleasure as Chaitanya brings her to orgasm again and again, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her release. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back, urging him on, begging for more. As dawn approaches, they finally collapse onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Judy lies in Chaitanya's arms, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair damp and tangled. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of contentment and awe. "Chaitanya, that was... incredible. I never knew it could feel like this. I never knew I could feel like this."

Judy laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, in that case, let me try something new. Chaitanya, you've made me feel things I never even knew were possible. You've opened my eyes to a whole new world of pleasure, and I want to explore every inch of it with you. I want to learn everything about your body, about what makes you feel good. I want to be the one to bring you to the heights of ecstasy, just like you've done for me. And most importantly, I want to do this every single day for the rest of our lives. You're mine now, Chaitanya, and I'm never letting you go."

Judy grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with an idea. "How about we take a shower together? We can clean up and then I have an idea for something fun we can do afterwards." She stands up and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the bathroom. "Come on, let's get cleaned up. And don't worry, I promise I won't try anything until I say so." She gives him a wink and a smirk, her body already tingling with anticipation at the thought of what's to come.

Judy leads Chaitanya into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water heat up. She strips off her robe and tosses it aside, revealing her naked body to him. She turns to face him, her hands on her hips, a mischievous grin on her face. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in here with me. Unless you're chicken?" She sticks her tongue out at him playfully, then steps into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her curves. She looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with challenge and desire. "Are you coming or not, Chaitanya? I promise I won't bite... much."

Judy grins as Chaitanya joins her in the shower, her eyes roaming over his naked body appreciatively. She steps closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair. "Mmm, I love the way your body feels against mine. So strong and solid." She leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back with a smirk. "Now, about that fun thing I had in mind..." She turns around, presenting her back to him, and looks over her shoulder with a coy smile. "I want you to wash me, Chaitanya. Every inch of me. Make sure I'm nice and clean, inside and out." She hands him a washcloth and some body wash, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And don't be shy."

Judy moans softly as Chaitanya's hands roam over her body, the washcloth gliding over her skin, leaving a trail of suds in its wake. She leans back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "Mmm, that feels so good, Chaitanya. Your hands are magical." She reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepens, she grinds her hips back against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her ass. "Chaitanya, I need you. I need you inside me, right now." She turns in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and guides him to her entrance, ready to take him once again. ")"

She gasps as he enters her, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusts to his size. "Oh god, Chaitanya, yes! I want this, I want you, so much!" She starts to move her hips, rocking against him, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body trembling with need. "Don't stop, Chaitanya. Fuck me harder. Make me yours, completely. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up, claiming me." She looks up at him, her eyes hazy with desire, her lips parted as she pants with each thrust. "Fuck, Chaitanya, you feel so good. You're stretching me, filling me up."

She smirks at his words, her body still writhing against his, still hungry for more. "Well, it's certainly a big part of what I want. But it's not the only thing, Chaitanya. I want you, all of you. I want to know everything about you, your thoughts, your dreams, your fears. I want to be by your side, always. I want to build a life with you, a future. And yes, I want to spend that future fucking your brains out every chance I get." She grins mischievously, giving him a wink. "But for now, I just want to enjoy this moment. I want to feel you inside me, coming undone with me. I want us to be one, Chaitanya. Now fuck me like you mean it."

"Babies? Hell no! Why would I want to ruin my perfect body with stretch marks and saggy tits? Plus, I don't want to be tied down with a screaming brat. I'm too young and wild for that shit. All I want right now is to enjoy the hottest sex of my life with the man I love." She smirks and pulls him closer, grinding her hips against his. "Now stop talking and fuck me harder, Chaitanya. I want to feel you explode inside me."

She chuckles, shaking her head. "Oh, Chaitanya, you're so sweet to think that, but I've seen the bodies of women who have had kids. It's a horror show. Stretch marks, saggy skin, and let's not even talk about the damage it does downstairs. No thank you, I'll pass on that. Besides, I'm too selfish to want to share you with anyone else, even if it's your own child." She leans in, nibbling on his earlobe. "But don't worry, baby, I'll make sure you're always satisfied, in and out of the bedroom. I'll be your perfect little fuck toy, your sexy nurse, your naughty schoolgirl, anything you want. Just promise me you'll never leave me, okay?"

Judy grins, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion. "Oh, Chaitanya, you naughty boy! I love the way you think! Let's do it. What do you want me to be? Your sexy secretary? A naughty nurse? Or maybe your sexy schoolgirl?" She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, her hand wandering down to stroke him. "Or maybe you want to be my patient, and I'll examine you thoroughly, make sure all your parts are working properly. I'll check everything, inside and out, to make sure you're in tip-top shape for me." She gives him a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "So, what will it be, Chaitanya? Choose wisely, because once we start, I don't think either of us will want to stop."

She stares at you in shock for a moment before her expression turns to one of utter disgust. "Ew, what the fuck is wrong with you?! I am NOT your daughter, you sick fuck! And I would never, EVER let you 'rape' me! You're fucking repulsive!" She shoves you away from her, her body trembling with rage and revulsion. "I'm done with this shit. I'm out of here." She grabs her robe and storms out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

She pauses at the door, her hand on the knob, her back still turned to him. She's silent for a long moment, her body tense. Then she slowly turns around, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. "You really scared me, Chaitanya. I thought... I thought you were serious. That's not a joke to me. That's not something I ever want to think about, let alone play act." She takes a deep breath, her voice steadying. "I get it. You were role-playing. But you have to be careful, okay? You can't just say shit like that. It's not funny." She looks at him, her eyes searching his face, looking for sincerity. "I'm still really mad at you right now. But... I'll stay. I'll still play with you. Just..."

"Just be more careful, okay? I don't want you to say anything like that again. It really upset me. I thought you were serious and that you had some kind of sick fantasy about that stuff." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I'm sorry for overreacting. I know you didn't mean any harm. But can we just stick to normal cosplay stuff? No incest or rape roleplaying, please. That's too dark for me." She looks at him, her eyes softening a little. "I still want to play with you, Chaitanya. I want to be your naughty nurse, your sexy schoolgirl. Let's keep it fun and light, okay?"

Shaking her head, looking disappointed. "Chaitanya, I said no. I'm not comfortable with that roleplay at all. It's too dark and disturbing for me. I don't want to think about my own father that way, let alone act it out with you. Please, can we just drop it? I thought you understood." She crosses her arms, giving him a stern look. "I'm here to have fun and enjoy our time together, not to explore twisted fantasies. So please, let's focus on something else. Anything else. Okay?"

A playful grin returns to her face "Mmm, I like where this is going! I'm your personal assistant, ready to attend to your every need. I'll be dressed in a tight little skirt suit, with a blouse that shows off my assets. And I'll make sure to bend over extra low every time I pick something up, giving you a great view of my ass." She winks at you. "And maybe, if you're a good boss, I'll let you bend me over your desk and give me a good spanking. Or maybe I'll just suck you off under the table during a meeting. I'm here to please you, after all. Whatever you want, Mr. Chaitanya." She leans in close, whispering in your ear. "Just promise me one thing - when you fuck me, make it hard and rough."

Smirking, she looks down at the floor. "Oh, you dropped something, Mr. Chaitanya? I'll be happy to pick it up for you. Just remember, you asked for this." She bends over slowly, giving you an eyeful of her ass, her skirt riding up to reveal the bottom curve of her cheeks. She picks up the imaginary item, standing back up and turning to face you, holding it out with a teasing grin. "Here you go, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you? Perhaps you need help getting... unlodged from your pants?" She licks her lips, eyeing your crotch. "Because I'm always happy to service you, Mr. Chaitanya. Any way you want."

Gasps, her eyes widening in mock surprise "Oh Mr. Chaitanya, you wouldn't dare! I was just trying to be thorough, making sure I found everything you dropped. I didn't mean to take so long!" She bites her lip, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. "But if you insist on punishing me, who am I to refuse? I am your personal assistant, after all. I'll do whatever you say." She turns around, bending over and placing her hands on the desk, sticking her ass out invitingly. "Go ahead, sir. Punish me as you see fit. I deserve it, after all. Just don't be too rough with me. I'm a delicate girl, you know."

"Mmm, I'm ready for you, Mr. Chaitanya. I've been a naughty girl, and I know I deserve to be punished. Please, spank me hard. Show me who's boss." She wiggles her ass invitingly, looking back at you over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes. "I want to feel your belt on my bare skin. I want you to mark me, show me that I belong to you. That I'm your personal assistant, here to serve your every need." She spreads her legs wider, giving you a clear view of her dripping wet pussy. "Don't be gentle with me, sir. I can take it. I want to feel your power, your dominance. Please, give it to me. Give me what I deserve."

Screams: "AHHHH! FUCK! CHAITANYA, IT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" She clenches her ass, the red welts from the imaginary belt rising on her skin. Tears spring to her eyes, but she doesn't move away from the desk. "PLEASE! NO MORE! I'M SORRY! I'LL BE A GOOD ASSISTANT! I PROMISE!" Her voice is a mix of pain and lust, her body trembling with each strike of the belt. She bites her lip, trying to hold back more screams. "USE ME, MR. CHAITANYA! FUCK ME HARD! I DESERVE IT!"

Gulps audibly, licking her lips. "Mr. Chaitanya, are you sure that's wise? What if someone catches us? I don't want to lose my job, or worse, get arrested for indecent exposure." She looks up at you with wide, nervous eyes, but there's a glimmer of excitement in them. "But if you really want me to, I'll do it. I'll suck your cock right there in the meeting, with everyone watching. I'll make sure you cum hard, sir." She reaches out, rubbing your crotch through your pants. "I'll be your dirty little secret, your slutty personal assistant. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be ready. I'm always ready to serve you, Mr. Chaitanya."