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	Soren's cheeks were hotter than fire as his lips met his mother's in a tender kiss, though such tenderness felt beyond celebratory despite the resounding chime that signaled them share such an intimate gesture.  The younger bull was keenly aware of where his tool remained as his naked mother clung to him, but any urge to speak of it caught nervously in his throat.  After what felt like an eternity of silence, some meager words finally came to his nervous lips.  "Mom... are you okay?" he rumbled gently, his hands flattening against Shele's bare back.

	Shele tilted her head to look up at her son, offering him a gentle, misty-eyed smile.  "I will be fine," she murmured softly.  "I am just... I just wish to be happy for the moment."

	Soren searched his mother's eyes quietly.  "It is a new year.  [i]Our[/i] year, mom.  And we can celebrate it all you want, however you want."

	The pale-furred tauren's ears seemed to perk up a bit at this, her own gaze turning much sharper and inquisitive.  "Did I just hear my bull correctly?"

	"Wh-what do you mean?" Soren returned nervously.

	Shele tilted her head to one side and raised her muzzle dangerously close to his.  "Soren, I thought I taught you better than that, or at least your father had."

	"I-I'm sorry!  I just thought that, well, since Drenan and Ly-"

	"I do not play games, Soren, at least not in that vein," she continued calmly, as if he'd said nothing at all.  "If there is something on your mind, you have but to ask.  Implications only cause doubt and distress."

	Soren's eyes went wide in surprise, though Shele's expression hadn't changed.  "Just... ask?"

	A soft sigh escaped Shele's lips.  "Soren... I feel awful that I do not know my son as well as I feel I should, but even at my age my memory has not forgotten the sort of trouble you used to cause the other druids.  If you are anything like me [i]and[/i] your father -whether he would admit it or not- I imagine there is a thirst within you that you have not yet had the opportunity to quench... am I wrong?"  To punctuate her thought, Shele gave her furred thighs a gentle flex, squeezing either side of her own son's bare, throbbing length.

	The younger bull's cheeks couldn't have flushed any darker.  "... no," he confessed.

	Shele's thin smile gained a sad wisp to it as one hand reached up to brush a few strands of Soren's wild mane from his eye.  "Your father is a good male with good intentions for you, but guilt and shame are not the ways to lead a life.  The both of us succumbed to our urges so long ago, but you were the product of it, and there is no room for regret in that manner.  Those urges are [i]normal[/i], and while I wouldn't [i]encourage[/i] you to conceive so young, I would [i]never[/i] ask you to avoid indulging in your urges period."

	"I... would be lying if I said that it wasn't difficult to be away from females at times," he admitted with a sigh.  "Restrictive is putting it lightly.  Father forbade me to get too close to females, saying it was unsafe."

	 "There are many ways to be safe about such things," Shele insisted without skipping a beat.  "A few of which I am quite adept with myself."

	This gave Soren pause, silently knowing he was nearing something immeasurably taboo, yet undeniably fascinating.  "I... had no idea," he returned in earnest.  "How... how would...?"

	Shele let out a soft giggle and kissed her son once more as the music and fireworks began to sound through the glade.  As she drew back and began to slowly dance with him, her thighs squeezed against his tool once more, slipping tenderly along his length until his tapered tip just barely showed beneath her plush cheeks.  "Alchemy does wonders for the free spirit.  I have a special brew that nicely keeps my reproductive capabilities preserved, but dormant."  The druidess' smile turned coy as they spun in slow circles, her thighs rhythmically beginning to squeeze his tool even more.  "So, I think I've been direct enough.  Now it's your turn, honey."

	Soren's mind reeled with a mixture of shock and curiosity, the latter of which had found that deeply-buried lust and doused the flames with copious amounts of fuel.  "I came of age almost a decade ago, mom... and not once have I ever been as close to a female as I am to you right now," he rumbled quietly, almost as if embarrassed.  "I... I want you more than I can say... and as much as I wish to include a laundry list of disclaimers, I know [i]you[/i] well enough that none of them would matter.  It's the love that matters, and I know that I love you, Mom."

	"You make my heart swell with pride," Shele returned softly and leaned in to rest her small-horned head upon her son's bare chest as they danced naked in the moonlight.  "I love you, too, and I need to show you that so much more."  The seasoned druidess pressed herself even tighter to her son as one of her legs began to rise.  Slowly, her slender limb slid up Soren's left ankle, then his thigh, until her hoof came to rest gently atop the base of his gray-furred tail.  That simple gesture parted her nether lips as they pressed down atop the base of his tool, and almost instantly a small patch of her wet nectar dampened his naked tool.  Shele's coy grin returned at this, her hips drifting backwards as she squeezed tightly to him with one leg, while the other nimbly slid upward to join her ankles together.  "And it would seem I've caused something of yours to swell in kind."