I would love it if my mom were trying to get into my pants.

Randy had always been a horndog, but this was way beyond what Matt had come to expect from him. He looked at his friend like he was crazy. Shaking his head, he sighed and said. “It’s your funeral. Give me your arm.”

Randy held his arm up saying. “The first thing I’m going to do when I get home is fuck the shit out of my mom.” Matt decided his friend needed a lesson as his mom was one of the nicest people Matt had ever met. Taking the pen Matt wrote his mother’s submissive **** on Randy’s arm. When he finished, he held on long enough for the ink to vanish so Randy could not see what he wrote. Looking at his arm Randy said. “I don’t see anything.”

Matt laughed and said. “The ink vanishes after application.”

“I’m going to go try it right now.” Randy said and turned and ran off with out so much as a thanks. Matt sighed and walked into his room. Looking around he found a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt that would fit him.