Todd groaned with his back to the wall as he felt the searing heat of soft vaginal walls squeeze up and down the length of his dong.
He watched the meaty ass of his partner push against his abdomen and felt his cock-head turn slightly upward as it kissed the head of her cervix.
Todd glanced over at the other 18 year old boys. There was a row of twelve of them, all with their backs to the wall, all pinned between the side of the room and the twelve matronly figures leaned over in front of them. The room was all white and filled only with naked flesh.
The instructor paced back and forth in front of them, her massive tits quivering with each step. The click of her high-heeled sandals echoed through the room as she tapped her leg with her whip-stick.
"Slowly, Mums...long slow strokes." She said, in a sexy British accent.
Todd heard a few of the other boys moan as their cocks were smothered in wet warmth.
The spongy cervical lips felt like a wet tongue licking the underside of Todd's bulb as it slipped back and forth across it.
"That's it...grind it...grind it!" The instructor commanded.
ONE WEEK EARLIER...
Todd sat next to his mom Vicky on the plane, peering over at those long gorgeous legs, crossed and half exposed beneath her skirt.
As the plane trembled from turbulence his eyes were drawn elsewhere. The large swell beneath her cashmere sweater seemed to quiver each time the plane shook. After a few minutes of breast-gazing he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand.
He looked up into the eyes of his mom as she rested her head on the cushioned seatback. Todd couldn't help but wonder how long she'd been awake and if she knew he was staring.
"Mom, you told dad we were going to stay with Aunt Jen for a week." He said.
"Yes." She said.
"Well...doesn't Aunt Jen live in Arizona. This flight's going to Florida." Todd said.
"Do you trust me?" She said with a smile.
"Of course I do." He answered.
"Then just sit back and enjoy yourself. This trip is all about you." She said.
They landed at the airport and were greeted by a middle-aged woman in business attire.
"Mrs. Fletcher?" The women asked.
"Yes." Vicky answered.
"Hi, I'm Monique, I'm with BSTC." She said.
"Hi Monique, please call me Vicky and this is my son Todd." Vicky smiled. "Pleased to meet you. If you follow me we'll join the other couples and board the plane to the island." She said.
Vicky held her son's hand as they followed Monique down a small terminal.
"So what does BSTC stand for?" Todd asked.
"You're trusting me on this one, remember?" She smiled.
"Yeah, I guess so." He said.
As they boarded the small plane a middle-aged woman stood up and came towards them.
"Vicky!" She exclaimed.
"Hey!" Vicky said excitedly as they both hugged.
"Sweetie, you remember Michelle, our old neighbor?" Vicky asked her son.
"Of course, it's only been a couple years mom." Todd said.
"Well, haven't you become the handsome one." Michelle smiled, looking him up and down.
"Yeah, but I can still beat his ass." Came another boys voice from the back of the plane.
"Jeff!" Todd said with surprise as he spotted his friend sitting a couple rows back.
"What's up, dude?" Jeff said. "Mom, can I sit with Jeff?" Todd asked.
"Of course you can, sweetheart." She answered.
"You boys don't get to rowdy back there." Michelle said.
Todd went back and sat next to his friend and they began to become reacquainted.
"Dude, you are one lucky fuck, man." Jeff said.
"What do you mean?" Todd asked.
"What do I mean? Look at that body." He said, drawing attention to Todd's mom Vicky.
"Look at that ass. Can you believe you're gonna be tappin' that?" Jeff chuckled.
"Tappin that?" Todd muttered.
"And those fucking tits. They're fucking huge, just like my mom's...and by tomorrow morning we'll be watching 'em bounce, baby." Jeff said excitedly.
"What are you talking about, dude?" Todd asked, with a stumped look on his face.
"BSTC, baby. We're about to become momma's boys." Jeff said.
"What the hell is this BSTC?" Todd asked.
"Are you serious...you don't know?" Jeff asked.
Jeff shook his head, still clearly baffled.
"No, my mom wouldn't tell me." He said.
"Well neither would mine, but I have a friend who was out here a year ago with his mom and he told me all about it." Jeff said.
"So what is it?" Todd asked with growing curiosity.
"BSTC...Boys Sexual Training Camp. It's a place moms take their sons to teach 'em how to fuck." Jeff explained.
"Are you serious?" Todd asked.
"I swear to God, dude. My friend said that all he did at this place was fuck, all week long." Jeff said.
"Are you sure...that's just, a little weird." Todd muttered.