Aunt Marge Blown Up Novels & Stories

How could one not be astonished by someone who supposedly died four years ago suddenly reappearing? But looking at the old lady's appearance, it was clear she had known that Haley hadn't died and had concealed it so well! The gaze of the May Martínez, Haley’s eldest aunt fell on the two children: "Haley, did you give birth to two illegitimate children again?"

“Watch this.” Foam poured out of her mouth as she collapsed to the floor, twitching. I burst into loud laughter. That evening, her aunt beat her up and she pulled the stunt, thinking she was actually dying. Her aunt came in moments later, saw Charity’s convulsing body, and screamed like a banshee. The neighbors flooded in, berating the woman for her abuse. Someone shouted, “Child support is going to hear about this!” The aunt, pale and trembling, rushed Charity to the hospital.

"But I believe I've spelled out what's to happen already. Mila has to give up herself and face the laws of the pack. I can't see any other way this conflict can be resolved without this." My uncle sighed and took his seat. It was evident that the man was frustrated, even though he fought so hard to keep it hidden from plain sight. He quickly looked to my aunt for help, and the woman got up slowly.. "Children..." My aunt began. "You need not......." BOOM! A loud noise, and with it, the front door of the house was blown into smithereens; the impact of the explosive hurled us all from the table to the other side of the room.

The man walked over to my mother and she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck him. Aunt Maggie got up from the floor, but before her skirt fell down to cover things I saw cum dripping from her pussy lips and running down her legs. There was a knock at the front door and Aunt Maggie went to answer it. Another man I'd never seen before walked into the living room, "Sorry I'm late. Have I missed anything?" Aunt Maggie said, "Not that you can't catch up on." The guy walked over to where my mother was giving her blow job and as he was pulling his dick out of his pants he asked, "Can I get some of that?"

"I'm so tired of fighting them, Mom. It's hard. The betrayals... every person I opened up to always ends up betraying me." "You are a survivor, Sarah Hale," Margaret said, her voice ringing out like steel. "And survivors don't lie down in the fog, defeated." Before I could answer, a sound rent the sky above us. It was a long, vibrating blast of a massive brass trumpet that shook the very pillars of the clouds around us. The sound vibrated through the glass beneath my feet, making the mist swirl violently, turning the peaceful white world into a chaotic wave of wind. Aunt Margaret’s face went entirely pale, her eyes darting toward the horizon where the clouds were beginning to close together

It was like something out of a bad B rated movie and I didn't want to believe that the world had gone to hell like this. Suddenly a screech came from behind the truck, one that I realized meant that our time had run out. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a woman standing there. She was still in her curlers and her bathrobe, but her face was unrecognizable. It wasn't until I spotted her monogrammed bathrobe that I realized it was my neighbor, Mrs. Lynwood. She opened her mouth and released another howl as she slammed into my tailgate. The strength of her ramming shook my truck in a way I never thought this lady of sixty-five years could. Melissa's aunt picked up the gun she had set betw

James gently covered my eyes, his voice slow and heavy as he spoke to Sean, "If you can't see clearly, might as well keep your eyes shut for good." That was when Sean's begging hit my ears. "Uncle, please, don't kill me! It's all a big mix-up." I pulled James's hand away just in time to catch the fear and fury in his eyes. Mandy was so petrified by James that she lost control of her bladder.

Aunt Marge greeted her enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I last ate a bread baked from brick oven. I can’t wait to bring some home for dad” she said while spreading cheese over a slice. “Here try some” she excitedly put a small piece of bread in Celine’s mouth and the latter just opened her mouth to accept it. “Eat some more, we will feed the animals later and try the horses” Aunt Marge’s eyes were glowing despite being so early in the morning. Has she been brainwashed overnight?

I think of how everyone keeps exploiting her and taking advantage of her generosity, and I feel a surge of anger rise in my chest. Just a day ago, I cooked some beef stew for her to eat when she returned from work, only for me to find the dish empty in the sink later on. Aunt Maggie had eaten Ma’s food and blamed it on ‘pregnancy cravings.’ Ma had just smiled and had a glass of milk before retiring to her room. That memory makes me even more infuriated. But, suddenly, there is a loud bang outside as I see lightning strike one of the porch windows outside, pulling me from my overwhelming thoughts. I can hear Uncle Fernandez screaming before running inside.

Because if this girl died, I’d sue the director via DM. BOOM. A heavy BOOM shook the window glass. Not “a pot fell.” Not “a cat tipped a jar.” An explosion. Far, but not far enough. My heart slammed into my throat. I shot to my feet, body moving before my brain caught up. The blanket slid off. Popcorn scattered. Maritza shrieked and clutched her pillow like a flotation device. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” She grabbed her chest, teetering on a mini heart attack.