My name is Michael. I am a college freshman going to school in New York City. I am from Nebraska. I come from a well-off family.
My dad owns his own market equity company. My mom is a stay-at-home mom who volunteers at the church regularly. We live in my mother's hometown not too far from my grandparents' farm.
My mom and dad met while at college in California. They dated for about 4 months before my mother became pregnant with me.
They got married and my mother dropped out of school. As my aunt put it, she only really wanted to go to school to get a "Mrs." degree.
My mother and my aunt, her sister, are complete opposites. My mother is around 5'2" weighs about 160 pounds with straight hair. She never wears anything revealing. Her outfits consist of ankle length dresses.
My aunt Becky on the other hand is 5'8" 155 pounds. Has a nice firm ass. She has very firm DD tits, which they should be as she spent a fortune on them lol. She was covered in tattoos and usually changed her short hair color regularly.
About the time I was 10 my mother and aunt had a falling out of some kind, around the time their father passed away, and Becky moved to NYC. We got some letters and pictures throughout the years.
I got good grades in school and got a scholarship to SUNY where I wanted to become an architect. MY mother did not want me going so far away, I also got the feeling it was because my aunt was so close. My father said it would be good for me as NYC had some of the best architectural firms in the country.
My mom said it was ok but that there was no way her only child was going to live in some dump of an apartment in some run-down part of town. She made my father get me an apartment overlooking Central Park.
After about 3 weeks at school, I made friends with a classmate named Mark. He was looking for a place that was not so seedy. I said I had an extra room, and he could live there. The only condition was he had to keep the fridge stocked with beer. He jumped at the deal.
Around Halloween, we threw a party. Not too rowdy as the people who lived in my building would not have allowed that to go on. The party wound down at about 1am. Mark ended up hooking up with some chick dressed as a French maid. Me being my awkward self I ended up spending the evening listening to them have sex through the walls.
Around 8am my phone went off. I took a glance, and it was my aunt Becky saying that she just passed the doorman and was on her way up. "Shit" I got up threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. About the time I got to the living room my doorbell rang. I opened the door and was stunned at what I saw. My aunt Becky, Becks as I called her, was standing there in a pink sundress and a pair of Doc Martin boots. Her hair was in a pixie cut and was neon green.
"Good morning, Mikey. "She scanned the room. "Looks like someone had a party lastnight, what would my sister, your mother think." "Good morning, Aunt Becks. She would be thrilled to know that I went to bed alone last night.". "Such a shame Mikey. A guy as cute as you should have to fight them off." She laughed.
About then the girl that Mark had fucked all night came out of his room. "Oh, excuse me did not know you were having company." She then walked past me and did the walk of shame out of my apartment.
Mark walked out in boxer shorts. "Hey Mike, we have any weed left." He looked up and saw my aunt. "So, who is this hottie and where were you last night." I replied, "Mark this is Becks my." Becks cut me off "A friends of his moms."
Mark walked over to the table and grabbed a joint. "Well welcome to our humble abode. If you see anything you want just help yourself." He headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later the shower started.
My aunt looked at the table. "A party and drugs to boot. I might just have to tell your mother. Unless you change my mind." She gave me a sheepish look and laughed.
"Becks what brings you buy?" I asked. "I was in the neighborhood and just figured I would stop by. "Now her being in the neighborhood was not a far stretch she did own a night club close by. I had meant to go with Mark, but it was always busy, and I did not want to ask for special treatment.
"I have to get some stuff for the club and was wondering if my favorite nephew wanted to tag along and maybe get some food." I replied "I am your only nephew and that would be great. Let me put some clothes on." I walked to my room and put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
We walked out of the apartment and left the building. I was getting some looks from residents in the lobby.
After a day of shopping and catching up I headed back to my apartment. I told my aunt that I would try and stop by the club tonight. She told me she would put Marks and mine name on the list to be let in. Just to let the bouncer know.
When I got to the apartment Mark had cleaned up and said "Dam dude I know she is a friend of your mom's, but Becky is a smoke show. I would kill to get into those pants." I had never thought of her that way, but Mark did have a point. My aunt Becks was a "Smoke Show".
I said, "Hey she invited us to stop by the Burbon Lounge tonight if you want to go."
"Dude that place is supposed to be awesome. There is always a line to get in thought."
"She owns the place and said she would put on names on the list."
"Hell yeah" he said, "let's go."
So, we finished cleaning up and hung out playing video games all day. Around 7pm we started getting ready to go. The club was only about 3 blocks from our apartment, so we just decided to walk.
When we got to the club there was a line around the block. We walked up to the bouncer. "Hello, my name is Mike Pearson my name should be on the list." He looked and then said, "Mr. Pearson this way Ms. Robertson told me you would be stopping by." As he removed the barrier rope, we got looks of envy from the guys in line and looks a wonder from the girls.
Inside the club was in full swing. Girls dancing in cages. A DJ playing the best songs. The lady who the bouncer handed us off to said "This way Mr. Pearson. The VIP area is setup for you." We followed her. Now we had a great view. She wore the shortest skirt I have ever seen, and we could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. She was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. I got hard just thinking about it.
The VIP area was basically a roped off area with a few tables. We were taken to our table. The hostess said, "All the drinks are on the house tonight have fun."
"Dude your mom's friend is awesome" Mark stated. Yes, my aunt Becks is pretty cool. After about 30 minutes of drinking and dancing Becks stopped by to say high. She was wearing the tightest pair of black leather pants as well as a red leather bikini top and did not try to hide her nice firm tits.
