Previously in Handyman.
Andy, a student home for his summer holidays, has started work as a handyman for the Hall's, his mother's employers and landlords. However, right from the start, Mrs. Hall has made it quite clear that she wants Andy for far more than his skills as a handyman.
She now 'owns' Andy and her 'ownership' is symbolised by the name-tag at the end of the chain attached to a ring around his genitals and, if he fails to follow her capricious demands he is liable to be punished severely.
However, imagine his surprise when he finds that being owned by the Halls runs in the family and his mother has an identical name tag attached to a chain hanging from her groin. To give them time to talk things over Mrs Hall has padlocked these chains together leaving them with barely fifteen inches of freedom between Andy's genitals to his mother's groin.
Despite Andy's initial misgivings he talked things over with his mother and has agreed, for the moment, to see what tomorrow may bring.
But the big questions still remain: how far out of his comfort zone will Andy be forced to go and how much will he like it when he gets there?
Now read on
I woke the next morning with a full bladder and a raging erection.
"Mum, mum, wake up, I need the loo."
"Well just go then, I'm not stopping you... oh, god... yes I am, aren't I. Come along, let's see if we can get out of this bed without causing each other a serious injury."
Getting out of the bed proved even harder than getting into it. Mum suggested that she lay on top of me so that we could slide down the bed together. It was then that she discovered my erection and, as my stiff prick was crushed between us, it was about as awkward as it could be. Once we got to the bit where my butt was all but hanging over the edge we carefully manoeuvred until, with only a few gentle tugs on the chain, we were both standing up. Then it was time for our sideways dance together as we made our way to the bathroom.
As we had found the previous night, going to the toilet while chained together was far from straightforward. Standing up was out of the question and, when either one of us was sat the other either had to squat uncomfortably or, better still, sit on the knees of the one actually using the toilet. It certainly didn't leave any room for privacy or modesty.
The rest of our morning ablutions were just a matter of taking care although, while I was shaving and mum was putting on her makeup, we could only get to the mirror by peering over the other's shoulder. I told her I couldn't understand why she needed makeup in the first place but she just replied that men didn't understand.
Being chained together precluded any clothing below the waist. However, in the interim we put on dressing gowns so that, apart from the fact we had to stand so close together, the rest of the morning was surprisingly normal. We went down to the kitchen where we ate a couple of slices of toast and drank our coffee standing up.
And then it was almost seven thirty and time to meet Mrs. Hall. We shuffled around the house collecting some clean clothes which mum put in a carrier bag. However, before leaving the house, mum suggested that we should leave our dressing gowns behind. Given Mrs Hall's delight in embarrassing us this sounded like good sense so, naked once again, it was time to resume the dance as we made our way back to the stables.
Mrs Hall was stood at the top of the drive waiting for us and she seemed girlishly delighted to watch us as we approached.
"There you are, my little toy boy and his mum! You do look so sweet together. I do hope you had a good night."
"Yes, thank you, Ma'am," mum replied. I let her answer for both of us.
"And the chain is still fully in place? Let me see. Ah, perfect. I know Andy was a little upset but I was sure it would work out in the end. It almost seems a shame to free you both, you look so good together. How about I let you stay like that a little longer, the rest of the morning perhaps... Oh, your faces! What a picture! Was it really so bad? Let this be a warning to you to be on your behaviour or you'll be spending another night like this."
She took a key from her pocket and, once she unlocked the chains, mum and I were able to step apart for first time since the end of the pony show.
"There you go. Now, Andy, I want this place spotless by the time I return and Leslie, Master will require breakfast at eight thirty as usual. Bye!"
As Mrs Hall headed back to the house mum and I went to the tack room to get dressed. Yesterday's dirty clothes were consigned to the plastic bag that mum had used to bring the clean stuff in. I couldn't help but notice that her entire outfit consisted of her dress and shoes. Like me she was not allowed underwear.
At first nothing was different. Mum went off to start on the Hall's breakfast, I tidied up in the stables. At nine o'clock Mrs Hall came down for her ride and nothing could have been more normal. Well, normal if you allow for her finding fault with my work and giving me six of the best with the riding crop, but that was pretty normal by then. However, come mid-morning I found out just how much everything had changed.
It started when I received a text from Mr Hall asking me to come up to his study to discuss plans for renovating some of the outhouses. This had been an ongoing project of his and, at first, I thought nothing of it.
But, as I approached his office I could hear mum's voice. Mostly it was just animal grunting but the words 'please, master, harder, harder' were clear enough. I thought of turning and running away but my curiosity got the better of me and, when I got to the open door of his office and looked in, there she was, bent over his desk, her dress bunched up around her waist while Mr Hall took her from behind. I gasped and both of them looked up and saw me.
"I'll come back later."
"For heaven's sake, boy, I thought we'd got past all of that. Come on in, this won't take long." And all the while he never missed a stroke.
I stood at the door, dithering.
"Dammit, boy, I thought I gave you an order. Come in and close the door."
I went and stood next to the desk where, appalled but also fascinated, I could indeed see everything. He wasn't just fucking my mother from behind, he was taking her anally and I could clearly see the lube glistening as his prick slid back and forth in and out of my mother's sphincter. At least he was wearing a condom. With her left hand, my mother was holding herself steady by gripping the far side of the desk; meanwhile her right was tucked up underneath her. When Mr Hall pulled back I noticed that this was because she had reached up under her dress and she was playing with herself.
"Doesn't she look beautiful? There's nothing like a willing arse, wide open and waiting!"
"Willing?" I questioned. Mr Hall looked at me exasperated.
