Wow. I’m a lifelong resident of the first U.S. State to elect a Black man as Governor in modern times yet it’s in lily-White Ottawa that I got in ...ouch with my roots. I was fascinated by the Africans. They’re so different from my fellow African-Americans in the U.S. I saw them as my long-lost brothers and sisters. I didn’t know Jack about the internecine struggles plaguing the Black community of Canada. Kenyans don’t like Ghanaians. Somalians don’t like Nigerians. Haitians don’t like Somalians.. One other aspect of that was interesting. One of Denise’s friends from college told me confidentially one time, when we were all drunk at a party, that Denise had a serious relationship with a black guy in college before I met her. I really didn’t believe her, and Denise had never mentioned that to me. I never mentioned it to her because I make it a point not to pry into her past unless she willingly shares it. It never seemed like a big deal to me anyway.I thought it might be very revealing to. ”She licked the head a couple of times before she sucked it back into her mouth. I felt the familiar tingle. And then shot the first wad into her mouth. She looked back in shock as the rest of my cum hit her in the face and chest.“Sorry, it had been a long time and you were really good,” I told her. “Thanks. I hope that this will tide you over for now,” she said. I wondered if she suspected why I had no problem watching her girls.A couple nights later Kim told me she was invited to a party. " Just relax mom! I'm here close to you. Let it go" I urged."Ok!" she responded and lifted the robe around her waist, baring her ass. I waited and then felt a thick glob of cum land on my chest.My mother was shooting the cum of her last john all over me.I felt her hips relax and tried to insert a finger up her ass. It was well lubed and very loose from intense fucking. I moved my finger a little trying to clean my mother's ass of the sperms. She liked it."Oh Dave!" my mom purred "Please keep.