Rubber Doll

My wife died in a car accident some four years ago. I’m very tight with her family who come to visit one, two times per year, staying with me here in the house. My mother in law visited last year, we were having a good time, all was well. Being that I was not prepared to get into a serious relationship after her daughter’s death, I, still having a strong sex drive, purchased a very expensive rubber love doll. The look and feel of which is very real. One of the nights while my MIL was here, I retired to my room early, pulled the doll out lubed her up and sunk my pipe in her to relieve my sexual frustration. My MIL hearing movement and as she later told me, heavy breathing, opened my bedroom thinking perhaps that I was in distress. She let out a loud “Oh my God” at what she believed to be the catching me in the act of fucking a real woman. Made only worse when she realized that it was a rubber sex toy. Nothing is more embarrassing than a MIL or anyone, catching you balls deep into a sex toy. She ran to her room. I got into my pjs knocked on her door and begged her to hear me out. I told her the truth, that I have needs but a love for her daughter and my not wishing to seek a relationship was the reason for my purchase. She said she understood but it didn’t seem so. She and I hardly spoke the next day, or the day after except for her to say that she probably should head home early. I again apologized and asked her to forgive me which she said that there was no need. The third day later when I got home from work, she waited on me, cooked a wonderful dinner. We sat to feast and she said she hoped I could forgive her. I asked for what. She said she thought about what I had said about my sex drive and relationship. She spoke about her own marriage and how after her husband, my father in law had his prostate removed, he was unable to have sex. She said that he and she were all of 39 when it happened and that he has been very distant with regard to affection given since. She is now 52, very attractive being a older version of her daughter, my wife. I always told her daughter how if she aged like her mother, I’d be a very happy man. We moved our conversation to the living area with more wine and sitting on the couch her length wise with her feet on my lap. As I massaged her feet, which I had done many times in the past for both her and my wife, she expounded on how she felt need after two years to masturbate purchasing a couple of vibrators, so she understood that what she saw was just me using a more life like version of her vibrator. I thanked her for her understanding but was compelled to ask as to why she needed two vibrators. She laughed, became flushed and said that she probably shouldn’t say but that her husband was a great lover but isn’t a well endowed man, that she always loved the full feeling she received by having a girthy erection in her vagina from past lovers before meeting her husband. She laughed uncomfortably. I ask about the second vibrator. She said that both her and him loved doing anal on occasion but that she used the smaller for anal penetration alone or often while using the larger one in her pussy. All this talk not only opened my eyes as to who she was, but how her daughter loved experimenting as well and how much I missed that. I became very aroused by this all which was not being very well hidden by my sweatpants. She still flushed took note of my erection, laughed her nipples now blowing out like darts. She made comment on my predicament using her foot to rub on my erection. I asked if it would be so wrong of us to make love. She said yes most certainly it would. I leaned over her and kissed her, she returned the favour tenfold. We retired to the bedroom making love in such a passion starved manner the two of us doing everything imaginable. Her pussy so sweet. Her mouth so talented. Later that week even doing anal. She told me I was every bit the lover her husband once was with the added advantage of being thick. She stayed an extra week and has cum over a half dozen times since. Our secret.