Loner no more

There's always one as the saying goes and, in my small town, I'm that one. I lived alone and at the end of the street and had only two neighbors. No houses behind my home or across the street. My neighbors were a mother and daughter living together and working low paid jobs to get by. I worked mostly from home via the internet, there isn't that much to do locally anyway. I have to go to the city at least once a month sometimes twice, but once I usually get away with. Anyway, I was 34 single no relationships present, future or past to talk about. The younger neighbor 18 had a fling with a traveler and got pregnant, which put a large strain on their future earnings. Being pregnant in this town isn't a good thing as the so-called Christian living are quick point their fingers at you and condemn you. They are more likely to stop hiring you as well and would evict you if you were renting a house from any of them. Not a very Christian in my book, I didn't know she was pregnant. Until the mother 35 I think in desperation came to see me. She wanted to make me an offer, having heard all the stories of my hermit like behavior. She thought I might like a wife, on her making the offer of marriage. I thought she was to be the bride, but she meant her daughter. Either way it would be a woman replacing my hand or a hooker when I visited the city. But after she corrected my assumption, I was still a bit interested. But asked what the daughter about marrying a man as old as her mother. Her response told me everything, she's desperate which I took as I was their last chance. I was actually thinking of agreeing, when mother said she would also sleep with me as an added incentive. I couldn't agree fast enough, then 2 days before the wedding my bride to be had a miscarriage. Losing the baby and I thought ending my married future. Luckily, we were in the city for the wedding and the locals back home wouldn't know anything about it. We still married (2017) as they believed we still had a deal, and I was married. We stayed until my now wife was recovered and we all returned to live together in my home. It was several weeks before my wife and I started having sex, but her mother had provided me sex in the meantime. Neither of them worked low paid jobs anymore and looked after me cooking, cleaning, washing and of course fucking. A year later I took a promotion and that meant moving to another town similar to the one we had been in. Which was quite good timing as both my wife and her mother were pregnant to me. Nobody thought to asked about my mother-in-law being pregnant as she was classed as widow, they assumed the father had died recently not 5 years prior. I've a fairly large family by modern standards 5 children and another on the way. Two of the children are actual siblings of my wife a stepsister and stepbrother 4 and 1. But the locals weren't as focused on us after the lockdown of the pandemic and a new baby is taken to my wife's. We aren't as community engaged as others and keep to ourselves, so we aren't on their radar all that much.