Incest Caretaker Mom

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Caroline sat in the classroom grading essays.
It was the last day of Fall semester, and at that late afternoon hour, most of the students had already left the university campus. She sat in the back of the room in a student's desk as she read the papers.
"Still here?" a woman's voice asked from the hall.
Caroline turned to see her friend Jane, the university Dean, standing by the doorway. Jane was also middle-aged, and she was dressed like a prim and proper woman.
"I'm still here," Caroline replied. "As you can see from this big pile of papers, I'm going to be here for a while. I'll take the rest home after I'm exhausted."
Jane smiled, "Mind if I have a seat? I'm sure you could use the company."
"Please do."
The Dean sat down in a student's desk, next to the professor.
"So what's the rush?" Jane asked. "Are you still working on your first novel?"
"Basically. I have what people call, writer's block. It's a bummer."
"It happens. A lot of writers go through that."
"Well, I'm not exactly a writer yet. I'm still working on it."
Jane gave a sympathetic nod. "Writers have to start somewhere."
"I know. I'm hoping to grade everything by next week, for all of my classes. Then I'll use the winter break to write as much as I can."
"How much have you written so far?"
"Over 100 pages," Caroline replied. "Not a lot. I'm always busy."
"Maybe there's a way that we could help each other."
"What did you have in mind?" Caroline asked.
"Do you remember that secluded winter home my husband and I bought a few years ago? I showed you pictures of it before."
"Sure, I remember. Beautiful place."
"Well, my husband and I were supposed to go there this winter, but something came up, and he has to travel to Europe for a while. So, we decided to have our winter vacation in Europe this year."
"That sounds like a pretty nice change of plans."
"It is," Jane replied. "We're making the best of everything. But that means our winter home will be unattended for a while. We tried to make arrangements with our usual caretaker, but she had already made plans to do other things. So, Caroline, how would you like to be the caretaker of that beautiful home for the winter?"
Caroline was taken aback by the offer. The winter home was beautiful and fancy. It was much classier than anything she was used to, since she lived on a modest professor's salary.
"I don't know what to say. Are you sure about this?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Jane replied. "It's a win-win situation. The house would have someone to look after it. And you would have a solitary place to write your book. Are you interested?"
"I'm not exactly sure yet," Caroline replied.
"Which is fine. It's understandable if you don't want to make a decision right away. It's a big responsibility. It's also a big time commitment."
"Is there anyone else you could ask?"
"Sure. There are a few other people. But as soon as my normal caretaker turned down the offer, I thought of you. Like I said, it's a win-win situation."
"That's very nice of you to think about me," Caroline replied. "I'll consider it. It's definitely an intriguing offer."
"Great. But please, let me know your decision in a few days. My husband and I plan on leaving soon."
"Would you mind if my son came along?"
"The more the merrier," Jane smiled. "It's probably better if he did. He can help you with chores and carrying wood for the fireplace. You know, little things like that which are meant for men."
"I'll consider it. I'll give you an answer soon."
Jane flashed a big smile. "I'll email you later today with all of the details of the arrangement. It'll help you make your decision."
The two friends exchanged more pleasantries and other details about the offer. Jane left the classroom and Caroline continued with her work.
***
That evening. Caroline sat in front of her bedroom computer, looking through all of the details and provisions which Jane had emailed her. The offer was tempting. There were pictures of the home, along with pictures of the mountain view. Everything looked stunning. It seemed like the perfect place to write a book.
The oven timer rang and dinner was ready. Caroline turned off the computer and quickly headed down the stairs to remove the food from the oven. She let the food rest while she prepared the plates.
Matt came down the stairs to help. He was an athletic and handsome college student, who was always full of energy
"Smells good," he said as he helped prepare the dishes.
"Thanks. I spent extra time to prepare your favorite."
"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?"
They both sat down to eat after everything was prepared.