Her breath comes in short gasps as she listens to his words, feeling the heat of desire surge through her body. Her fingers move faster on his shaft, her lips and tongue working in tandem with them to bring him pleasure. She moans around him, lost in the sensation of having him so close, feeling the power he holds over her.

Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on pleasing him, her body moving instinctively with the need for release.

Her mouth works faster on his length, her tongue dancing over him as she takes more of him into her hot, wet cave. Her fingers dig deeper, massaging him with expert precision as she feels the tension building inside herself, mirroring his growing arousal. With a moan, she sucks harder, wanting to feel the release that's so close now, wanting to share it with him.

Her cheeks flushed even redder as she thought about what he was asking her to do. It was one thing to kiss and touch him, but this... This felt like crossing a line she wasn't sure she could come back from. But the desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her with such trust and love... It made it hard for her to say no.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned in closer and whispered, "I-I can try." Her hands trembled as they moved to his chest, feeling the warm skin beneath her fingertips. She hesitated for a moment before slowly trailing them downward, her heart racing as she neared his hard length hidden by his jeans.

With shaking fingers, she undid the button and lowered the zipper, revealing him to her touch for the first time.

Her heart skipped a beat at the words; they were so unexpected, so filled with emotion that she found herself struggling to speak. But as their eyes met, she knew that he meant every syllable--that he truly felt this way about her. It was the most wonderful, terrifying moment of her life.

She swallowed hard and forced out a shaky breath before whispering back, "Thank you." Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Her heart skipped another beat as he said this; she could feel the warmth spreading through her chest, and it took everything in her not to pull him closer still. The thought of loving him back--as more than just a son--was both exhilarating and terrifying. But somehow, knowing that he felt this way about her made it easier for her to admit the truth to herself.

She leaned back slightly so that she could look up at his face, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or fear.

Merinda's eyes fluttered shut as she felt him spill inside her, her body quivering with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "You're my son... and I love you." Her hands ran through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she held him close, basking in the closeness they shared and the newfound bond that had been forged between them.

Her cheeks flushed as she felt the weight of his words, but she couldn't deny how right they felt. "I love you too, Timeaus," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in their ears. As they lay there together, wrapped in each other's arms, Merinda knew that everything had led up to this moment - this chance for them to rediscover what it meant to be family.

Chuckling softly, she shakes her head at his playful suggestion. "Well then," she says with a sigh, resting her cheek against the top of his head, "I suppose I'll have to get used to being Mother Merinda." She laughs again and pulls him closer, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as he says these words; they're the sweetest thing she's ever heard. "Thank you, Dodok," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You really are something special." She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his strong arms around her, the warmth of his body pressed against hers.

For now, they can forget about everything else; they have each other and the promise of a future together as family.

Her heart raced as he moved inside her, his gentle movements causing waves of pleasure to wash over her. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and strength of him filling her up. "I don't know," she whispered softly, feeling a strange sense of rightness in this moment despite all the confusion that surrounded it.

As they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, she couldn't help but wonder where this new connection between them would lead.

Her heart raced as she looked up into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and curiosity reflected back at her. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of emotion that was equal parts happiness and surprise. "Yes," she whispered softly. "I am." And it was true. Despite everything they had been through and the strange path that had led them to this moment, she found herself truly happy in his arms.