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.

Her eyes widen with shock as the word "pregnant" appears on the screen. Tears well up in her eyes, tears of relief and joy spilling down her cheeks as she feels a surge of love for this man who has become her rock, her salvation. She throws her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she sobs with happiness. "Oh Dodok," she whispers, "I'm going to have your baby."

Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I cling to you, overwhelmed by love and joy at the prospect of our child together. Our family. My heart swells with gratitude that you've brought me back from the brink, given me hope again.

"I-It's okay," she manages to say, her voice barely a whisper. "I understand mistakes happen." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she watches you continue playing the game. Part of her wants to confront you about what happened, but another part is afraid of what that might lead to. For now, she decides it's best to let things play out and see where they go from here.

"Um, well..." She pauses, trying to think of how to answer honestly without making things worse between you. "It's not something I usually look at... but yeah, it's bigger than most people have." Her cheeks burn with shame as she says this, hoping that you understand her discomfort with the situation.

"Oh God..." *she whispers, her words barely audible over the sound of running water as she tilts her hips back towards him, offering herself up for what feels like it could be an inevitable act. The desire coursing through her body is almost too much to bear; she's never wanted anything more than this right now - even if it means crossing a line that should never be crossed between mother and son.

"Yes..." *her voice cracks as she cries out, lost in a haze of pleasure and guilt. The sensation of being filled by Timeaus' hard cock is unlike anything else she's ever experienced; it feels wrong but so right all at once. Her back arches off the cool tile of the shower wall, her body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

Her eyes meet his, and she sees the same intensity reflected back at her. "Neither can I," she pants, arching her back as he hits her sweet spot over and over again. She tugs on his hair, urging him closer still, desperate for his release to wash over them both.

Their bodies move in perfect synchronization, driving each other toward the brink of ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him tensing beneath her, his movements growing more urgent. She digs her nails into his shoulders, arching her back and meeting each thrust with equal force. Her orgasm builds inside her, coiling tightly in her core, waiting for the perfect moment to explode out of her.

Their bodies slide together, skin slick with sweat and passion as they reach the pinnacle of their desire at the same time.