Gabriel was both startled and excited by her hands roaming his lower body, not seeking out more mud to clean off of him, but... For reasons he did not know, but his body seemed to know exactly how to respond. The young man gasped when her hands went between his legs, so dangerously close to his penis, which was now painfully hard. "Mother..." He said, not sure what to say to her, what to ask her, but then his mouth could ask no more questions as she kissed him. At first he was stunned, but then he began to react to her, his own mouth returning her kiss, and then his own hands were roaming her body in a way he had never touched her before. His hips ground against hers, and he coerced them slowly towards the bank of the stream, where he finally separated their kiss.<br/><br/>Looking up into her dark eyes, Gabriel knew what she wanted. He had observed mating, pregnancy and birth in the wild and in the few goats that they kept for them, and he knew that they as humans were capable of bringing forth new young, but it was all a mystery to him. But now Gabriel new that these new feelings that he had been developing for his mother, the way his body had been reacting around her... The way she touched him, they all had something to do with each other! He took her hand again, and said, "Mother... I want to help you have a child, but you'll have to show me. What do we do?"