So I invited her to a small restaurant.Her new look shocked me.I am sure all eyes in the restaurant turned in her direction when she entered. At first...I did not even recognize her. The stark white face, the dark straight hair. The pitch-black, painted eyes, the blood red mouth. Her sinewy body was wrapped in tight black shining vinyl and stretched lycra. She seemed almost tall in her high-heeled boots. She was Count Dracula's wet dream.And she grinned."Eric darling! How are you now?"Her voice. Mom took my cock in her mouth. I thought I was going to fall down. Her tounge swirled about my cock head then around my balls. I was afraid that I would explode at any minute and I did. I tried not to but I did, right in moms mouth! I was afraid mom would be mad but she swallowed every drop and smiled real big. She came up and kissed me and told me to follow her. I followed mom watching her ass sway all the way back to her room. Mom pushed me on my back onto her bed. And she stradled me with. Treaties with: French Canada, San Francisco (city state), the Midwestern Confederacy (MN, IL, IN, IA, KN, MO)Memberships: UNITO (non-voting), Coalition of Northern States (USY, French Canada, Anglo Canada, plus nations of the Midwestern Confederacy and Northern Europe). Memberships in OWDP (Organization of Water Producing States)Cyborg ban: Yes (not enforced)Organization: The Southern Christian RepublicEstablished: 2021Area: 23,000 Sq. Mi. Capital: AtlantaGovernment: Christian theocracy with a. Captain Gurney Slade, my company commander, had been wounded at the Nivelle but had carried on in command, although in some considerable pain. Soon after our arrival at Bordeaux he left to obtain medical treatment in England, leaving me in temporary command of the company.It was at Bordeaux that my best friend, Charles St. John, was shot and killed by Jarvis Braxton-Clark. Oh, it was perfectly legal and above board, if you subscribe to the theory that duelling is the only honourable way that.