"Randy was equally excited when he showed up behind her in the door. We hadn't even gone inside yet."It's true?" he asked."There's some bad news too,"... I said grimly.We went inside, and to the kitchen, where I spread out the meager documentation I had brought back. My crumpled notes from the adoption papers lay beside copies I had copied of the newspaper account of the night our mother had been taken from us. It was pitifully sparse information, in one sense, and yet it established something we. And the Black community as a whole. Why can’t the Black women of America understand that? In the old days in Haiti, Black men and Black women took up arms and raged against the French colonists who enslaved them. In the end, they won. The Haitian woman sees feminism as a clever ploy by the White woman to ensure power for herself and reign over all human beings, with the White man at her side and all other races beneath their feet. Why can’t the Black woman of America see that truth? My mother. Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her bowels. Pleasure flooded my mind. Stars burst across my eyes. I groaned, wracked by the ecstasy. It swept through me. My cock unloaded a final time, my mother’s asshole milking out all my cum. I swayed, holding her.“I love you Troy!” she moaned.I leaned over her, hugging her. I pulled her to me as we trembled. I nibbled at her ear. “Mmm, we are going to change our town, Mom.”“We are. You’ll show all those mothers how to love their sons.” She looked. Shona smiled, knowing that Jane loved to take it slowly at first, teasing her, making her finally beg her to eat her. She bit her lip as she felt Jane’s tongue slide between her labia, spreading them as it entered her. Jane’s tongue darted in and out, teasing Shona’s lower lips and brushing against her throbbing clit. Shona moaned loudly, wanting to feel Jane’s whole mouth taking her, eating her. She grabbed Jane’s head, pulling her hard against her trembling cunt. Jane knew her friend was.