Incest Caretaker Mom

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The next day. It was another day of home isolation. The cold winter weather continued. There was no chance of going outside.
Caroline wore her exercise outfit in the middle of the afternoon and headed towards the home gym. Matt was already there using an exercise bike. He was nearly covered in sweat. They smiled at each other. It was awkward for Caroline to stretch and warm up in front of him, but there wasn't much choice. When she was ready, she got on an exercise bike next to him.
"How many miles have you done so far?" she asked.
"About 4."
Caroline started to move her feet on the exercise machine.
"Impressive. Good for you. I'll be lucky to do half of that."
"That's because you're always in your room," Matt replied. "You hardly move."
"You're right. My hips and thighs are really starting to show it. I've probably gained at least 5 pounds since we've been here."
"Well, let's take care of that. Come on, mom. Let's go faster!"
Matt moved his feet swiftly on the exercise bike. The bike was being pushed to its limit, and Caroline struggled to keep up.
"I can't!" she replied, picking up some speed.
"Of course you can! Faster! Get those legs in shape!"
The sweat poured off Matt's face as he went full speed on the bike. Caroline tried her best to keep up with her son's pace and encouragement. She rode the exercise bike as hard as she could. Sweat poured from her forehead. After several grueling minutes of an intense workout, her body showed its age and her legs came to a full stop.
She groaned as she got off the bike to lay on the floor. Her legs were curled. Matt got off his bike and immediately went down to help her. He put his hands on her legs, unsure of what to do.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Caroline held her thighs tightly. "My legs are killing me. I'll be fine though."
"Sorry. I was only joking around."
"Help me up."
"I think you better stay on the floor for a while," Matt replied. "It looks like you have a cramp or something."
Caroline stayed on the floor. "It's going away. I'll be fine soon. I haven't exercised like that in a long time."
"You'll probably be really sore tomorrow."
"At my age, I'll be sore for a week."
Matt looked towards the other room. "Why don't we use the hot tub? It'll help with the soreness. Plus I owe you a massage."
"You certainly do," she joked.
He helped Caroline to her feet and they walked to the hot tub. He turned on the heating system and activated the tub. Caroline took off her shoes and socks. Then she sat down on the edge of the hot tub and put her legs in the warm water.
After a moment of relaxing, Matt reached down to massage his mother's legs.
"You shouldn't," she said. "I was just joking. I don't need a massage. I'll be fine."
"It's okay. It's my fault you hurt yourself."
Matt squeezed her legs with his strong hands. He reached in the water and massaged her sore calves, making her even more relaxed.
"That feels nice. It's been a long time since I've had a massage. I didn't know your hands were so talented."
"We learned about this in some of my sports science classes. Just relax."
Caroline wanted to moan each time her son squeezed her aching legs. She closed her eyes, and her mind started to drift before she brought herself back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her handsome son.
"I really need to workout more," Caroline noted. "I used to be in great shape when I was your age."
"What's stopping you?"
She thought for a moment. "I work too much. It's all I ever do. Nowadays the only thing I do is work on my book."
"You don't have to write the whole thing now, you know. I don't get why you're rushing so much. Most authors take months or years to write a novel."
"I know. But it just feels like something I have to do. That's what writing a story feels like. It feels like an obligation to yourself to get the words and ideas out."
Matt continued massaging his mother's legs. His hands moved up and down.
"So I guess your story is coming along well," he said.
"Better than I expected. I've actually learned a lot about myself in the process."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"