He helps me to my feet. My eyes having time to adjust to the darkness I see a figure in front of me. It's tall and the voice of a man but his body is ...uilt different. Through the rain I see a figure in the shadows, “Thank you for saving me from that guy. If you didn't come along I would have been in serious trouble. I guess this makes you my guardian, something.” I say, still trying to catch my breath.“We couldn't just sit by and watch someone hurt an innocent person” The voice from the shadow. Grandad often went away regularly on Church business, and it turns out that Gran was a horny fucker. Unbeknown to Dad she had seen him wanking outside their bedroom door on occasions so she knew for his age he had a pretty big cock. Apparently she had masturbated about his cock both when Grandad was sucking himself and when she was alone when he was away with the Church. Being married to a Vicar she had very strong morals but she also loved sex and the thought of her son's cock became too. Millie smiled to herself as the boys jumped at the slight light touch. She wouldn’t have been surprised if they had cum before they finished undressing her. One of the boys unclasped her bra in the back and the two others eased it down her shoulders baring her beautiful breasts. The boys gasped with delight as her tits came into view and her nipples stuck out like hard eraser tips. Millie once again let her hands roam and she lightly scraped their abdomens with her finger nails causing each boy. That was it. I'd seen enough. I backed my car out of the lot and raced home as I'd done last night and again, I was sick to my stomach. And again, very angry. Again, I thought that I was ready to confront her the moment she got home and again, I didn't have the nerve to do it. She went through the same usual routine, telling me how tired she was, going right upstairs to shower, brushing her teeth same as last night only this time I heard her gargle with mouthwash, before she slipped on her.