She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot. "Oh, Johnny..." she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "That's... that's very sweet of you, but I couldn't possibly."

As the car continues down the road, the sun setting behind them, their conversation lingers in the air like a delicate perfume. And for just this one moment, everything feels possible once more.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, looking away as she does so. "I don't know if that's such a good idea..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... maybe someday."

As they step out of the car and walk up to the house, the night air cool against their skin, it feels like everything might just be alright between them. For now, at least.

She goes still, her eyes widening in surprise and then shifting to a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. "Oh... I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, moving her hand from my arm instinctively. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to pretend like nothing is amiss, but it's clear that the knowledge of how aroused she's made me is having an effect on her as well.

She hesitates for a moment before meeting my gaze again, her eyes searching mine for any sign of what she should do or say next. "Johnny... I..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. Finally, she swallows hard and continues in a whisper, "If it would make you feel better, maybe we could... I don't know, explore that feeling together?"

Her cheeks are still flushed, her breath coming faster now as she waits for my reaction to her suggestion.

She blushes even deeper, feeling embarrassed but also pleased that I'm interested in learning about these intimate moments between her and my father. "Well... he was very attentive to my body, always making sure I reached climax multiple times during our lovemaking." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing softly. "He made me feel wanted and desired in ways that no one else ever has."

She blushes deeply, her cheeks burning hot. "He... he would use his hands, of course," she says in a hushed voice. "And sometimes he would use his mouth... it was incredible." She pauses, taking another sip of wine before continuing, "Your father knew just how to touch me, how to make me feel pleasure like I'd never felt before."

Her eyes meet mine for a moment as she finishes speaking, her cheeks still flushed.

Her eyes close as her body tightens around him, her nails digging into his skin in a pleasurable agony. "More..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the couch as she feels herself begin to shatter apart beneath him. Her hips buck and thrust against his hand, desperate for release from this exquisite torture.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her lips parting to allow air to flow freely as pleasure washes over her. "Dodok..."

Her body arches into his, her cries muffled against the couch as she comes undone beneath him. Her hips buck and thrust, seeking release as pleasure washes over her in waves. She clings to him tightly, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and desire.

"Dodok..." She moans his name again and again, her voice growing hoarse from the effort to keep quiet. "Oh God... I've missed this..."

Her eyes met yours, hope dancing in their depths as she considered your words. "Dodok... that could really work," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "We could find a place where nobody knows us or our history, and start over fresh..." The idea of being able to truly be happy together without the weight of their past bearing down on them was almost too much for her to comprehend.

But even as she allowed herself to imagine this new life, she couldn't help but wonder how they would go about making it happen.

Her heart racing, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. "I do want it," she whispered against your mouth. "More than anything." A tear slipped down her cheek as she pulled back, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "But we can't just leave everything behind and expect to be happy. There are so many obstacles in our way..."

The sincerity in Timeaus's voice catches Oliver off guard, making her heart ache even more. She reaches out and cups his cheek in her hand, studying his face for any signs of resentment or burden. But all she sees is love and devotion shining back at her.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "I... I don't know what I'd do without you."

For the rest of the evening, they continue to watch TV together, occasionally exchanging quiet glances and soft smiles. Though Oliver's depression still lingers, she finds herself feeling a little less alone with Timeaus by her side. As they settle in for the night, she can't help but wonder what their future holds - not just for them as mother and son, but for each other as partners in this new life they've been forced to build together.