Chapter 1 I woke up once again late night suddenly- not just awake but wide-awake. This was happening too often over the last year. I immediately reached for my husband and realised that his side of bed had been empty and cold for the last decade. I lost my husband ten years ago and lost the huge man I loved with each fiber of my being. Brad was not only huge physically but lived life on the same scale. When he was around there was never a 'crisis' just an annoyance. He put himself in front of me whenever any storm came in our direction. He was father of two most wonderful sons and founder of one of the most successful Internet retail chain. He left us rich-very rich. I missed my husband. I missed his giant frame crushing me. I missed his insatiable sex drive. He and I would have sex every night he was at home. He would take me during day in bathroom, garage and in the wooded land surrounding our exclusive mansion. I loved Brad since I was fifteen. We were virgins when we made love for the first time. I nearly screamed when I saw and held Brad's monster cock. Even at that young age we were, he had a huge cock that grew even more over the ensuing years. In the age of free sex and promiscuity we never ever were with any other person. Brad was killed in flying accident ten years ago. He was flying the plane he loved. He loved the open sky and if there were one way he would have liked to go that was one of them. I, I would have, liked to be given a chance to offer myself so he could still be here - guiding our sons, modeling them as he was. I missed Brad even more when I see my sons looking more and more like their father with just enough of me, making other mothers jealous. My older son, William or Will was nineteen. He was already six feet four inches tall with lean muscles making him look handsome with a youthful beautiful face. My younger Daniel/Danny was two years younger and was of the same height. He was as big as his older brother but had a face of boy who was incredibly good looking. I looked at my sons and missed Brad. I had an ache that bore a hole in my chest. Will and I shared our birthday and when he would be twenty his old mother would be forty-three. Even though my sons were just boys they shouldered the loss along with me like men. Both were so easy to look after. I never had a memorable spat as they reached teens. They were possessive of their mother as I was of my gems. I felt the spirit of my husband in the room when my sons. I never even dreamt of finding another man. The huge shadow of my departed husband dwarfed all men. Moreover, my two boys became men overnight. They became my chaperones and escorts to all social occasions. They grew like wild grass and were towering over my five feet five inches petite but full frame by the time they were thirteen. I started to rely on my sons for grown-up conversation and grew away from my friends' circle without realising. I sighed as I turned from one side to another in my dark huge bedroom and my thoughts swirled once again. Brad was like a friend to our sons and so was I. I took over roles that their father played. I did some successfully, others with comical awkwardness. My sons humoured me when I tried to play baseball with them. I rectified my mistake and did allowed my sons to be the 'men' in our house but with a loving mother. I could feel they doted on me. My eyes filled with tears of happiness. Boys and I did everything together. We continued to shower whenever we could as they did with their father. They would jump in my bed some mornings and sleep for another few hours. These mornings were the highlights of my days. I would listen to their deep breathing as they slept, so big for their age. I sobbed as my emotions ran wild. As the boys grew I felt as if Brad was coming back in small measures. I felt a shiver along my spine as sometime my sons would engulf me in their arms and kiss my neck. That mad me sob silently. Brad did that whenever he found me