Seeking Caroline by Allison Heather

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