Do Not Go Gentle
                               By Uncle Mike



Zachery and Jonathan had just finished rehearsing the scene where Tim tried
to teach them how to use a belt sander. They were walking back to their
dressing room, talking about baseball, when Zach shushed Jon and pulled him
aside.

One of the dressing room doors was open and they could see the new chick,
Debbe Dunning, the one who played the announcer on the "Tool Time" show,
undressing.

She was peeling off the tight T-shirt, exposing a pair of firm young
breasts held in check by a lacy white bra. As the shirt came all the way
off, they saw her blonde hair bounce free. Turning her back to the door,
she unbuttoned her denim shorts and pulled them down, then reached behind
her back and unhooked her bra. When she yanked down her white cotton
panties, they could see her sexy ass and a glimpse of pink at her crotch.
To the boys' disappointment, she pulled on a pair of blue silk panties
before she turned around again. But at least that gave them a clear view of
her tits, jiggly globes that showed white against her deep tan.

It was then that firm hands gripped both boys by their necks and pulled
them away from the door.

"Get out of there, you two!" It was Patricia Richardson, who played their
mom on the show. She must have just come in; she wasn't in any of the
scenes they'd rehearsed so far, but she had a full schedule later that
afternoon. "What were you ... Oh, I get it."

"We weren't doin' nothing," Zach protested. He was a husky teenager who
didn't appreciate getting scolded at his age, especially by someone who
wasn't even his real mom. "Besides, it's not your business."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. And you, too, Jon. And hey, in there,"
she called through the door, "close this door, huh? Next thing you know
Taron'll be hanging around too."

The young actress stuck her head out the door and looked down the hallway
with a puzzled expression as Pat pushed Zach and Jon toward their own
dressing room.

"I'm not going to tell Tim about this one," Pat told them, "but if I catch
you doing something like that again I will. You're on pretty thin ice
anyway. And you know it. Pulling that stunt with calling in sick to try to
get a raise WAS pretty stupid, you know."

Jon mumbled an apology for peeping. "Yeah, what he said," Zach added.

"Well, you just behave yourselves." Pat turned to go down to the end of the
hall and her own room. "Oh, and one more thing." The boys stopped on their
way into their room and looked at her with disgusted expressions. "You two
have another scene in about half an hour, right?" They nodded. "Look, can
you tell Tim I'm here? I was up half the night at some stupid promotion and
I need a nap. Tell him I'll be on the set at 5 when our scene starts."

With that, Pat slipped into her dressing room and the boys, grumbling,
walked into theirs. "Damn bitch," Zach groused. "Yeah, who the fuck does
she think she is? She ain't the star of this show," Jon agreed. "She's no
better'n we are."

They took turns in their bathroom and played some quick Nintendo before
going out for their next scene. As soon as they got to the set, though, the
star, Tim Allen, shouted out their names from across the soundstage and
came limping over.

"I've had it with you two," he yelled as he reached them.

"What did we do?" Jon asked, looking as innocent as an angel.

"Cut the crap with me, kid. You blew it this time. Thought it would be
really cute to trick Taron with those boards, didn't you?" Zach barked out
a laugh, then tried to compose his face into a more sober expression. Zach
and Jon had been playing around with some prop lumber, stuff precut so it
would break easily. They clobbered each other over the head and stuff,
managing to convince Taron, who played their kid brother, that the whole
pile was phony. They were hoping he'd clobber himself on the head with a
real board.

Unfortunately for them, as Tim quickly explained, Taron hadn't hit himself.
He'd taken a swing at Tim, smashing him solidly in the kneecap.
Unfortunately for Taron, Tim had been holding a belt sander at the time,
his grip not very sure to begin with because of a burn he'd suffered in a
stunt a few weeks earlier. Tim dropped the sander on Taron, scraping his
leg and smashing the little boy's left foot.

"Look, I'm gonna go to the hospital with Taron, but we're gonna talk about
this tomorrow," Tim told Zach and Jon, who hung their heads in mock
contrition. "I don't give a damn what kind of contract you've got, I'm
gonna find a way to get you off this show. I mean it! I've had it with you
two." As he limped off, one of the producers came up and walked with him,
deep in conversation. As Tim got to the edge of the set, the producer
turned around and walked back. "OK, people, that's it for today," he called
out. "We're canceling production. We'll pick everything up tomorrow, usual
time, starting from where we left off. Suzy, honey, I've gotta go to my
Brentwood office; come on with me and we'll make up the new schedules on
the way over. We'll fax them to everyone's homes tonight."

Murmurs and muzzled hurrahs greeted the announcement. Suzy, the producer's
assistant, scanned the set to make sure everyone had heard. She turned to
Zach. "Hey, sweetie, have you seen Pat around?"

"Yeah, she's in her dressing roo..." Brad's answer was cut short by an
elbow in his ribs from Jon.

"Dressing room, huh? I'd better go tell her," Suzy said. But before she
could move, the producer came by and grabbed her by the arm. "We've gotta
get moving, Suze," he insisted.

Jon cut in. "Hey, we can tell Pat," he offered.

"Would you? That's great. You're a sweetheart," Suzy called over her
shoulder as she and the producer strode off.

"We can tell Pat," Zach repeated in a snide whisper. "What the hell was
that, Jon? We're gonna get fired from the show and you're doing favors?"

"It ain't a favor if you don't do it," Jon said.

"Huh?"

"Just shut up and come with me." Jon pulled the older boy along, saying
goodbye to various crew members along the way as everyone rushed to get out
of the building. An unexpected day off was too much of a treat for anyone
to waste much time. Zach and Jon felt like salmon swimming upstream as they
made their way through the stream of stagehands and slipped into their
dressing room.

As they sat inside, they heard the scramble of departures thin out until
all was quiet. Jon ordered Zach to keep quiet awhile longer, until he was
sure everyone had left -- everyone except themselves, of course, and Pat
Richardson, who was apparently still sleeping soundly in her dressing room.

At last Zach could wait no longer, and he demanded to know what was going
on. "It's just us and Pat," Jon explained.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, doofus, we're already fired from the show, right?"

"Well, practically."

"Yeah. And with our reps, no other show in town is gonna hire us, right?"

"I don't know..."

"Trust me. So what are we gonna do, go back to some lame regular school?
Have our parents running our lives again? I say, if we're gonna go out,
let's go out with a bang. A real bang: we're gonna fuck Pat."

"What? Are you crazy? What makes you think she's gonna fuck us? She hates
us!"

Jon snorted. "Don't make no difference what she wants, asshole. We're gonna
make her."

"That's rape!"

"So what? We're minors! What are they gonna do, put us in juvie hall? Hell,
with all the money we've made so far, our folks should be able to find some
lawyer who can get us off. That's if Pat goes to the cops, too. Think it's
gonna look real good for the show if we get nailed for rape? They'll
probably pay us off to get the hell away from here!"

"Well, maybe ..." Zach wasn't quite sure, but he thought about Pat. She
didn't get to wear any really sexy stuff on the show, but she'd had on
enough short dresses and low-cut shit to make it clear she had a damn good
body. And the thought of losing his virginity to an older woman seemed
pretty exciting. "OK, I'm in. So what do we do, go to her dressing room
now?"

"No, stupid. Number One, her room's locked. Number Two, she's got a phone
in there."

"So how are we gonna get her?"

"THINK! What's the first scene she's in today? It's a bedroom scene! She's
supposed to be in her nightgown, complaining to Tim about the plumbing. So
she's gonna come out of her dressing room at 5 o'clock, in her nightgown,
and walk right onto the set. And that's where we'll be, waiting for her."

"Come on, like she's not gonna notice nobody else is here?"

"Sure, she'll notice. But who's she gonna be able to ask? She'll know
something's wrong, but she'll come onto the set anyway. Maybe she'll think
it's some kinda surprise party. So come on, we have to hit the workshop
set."

Jon and Zach roamed around the soundstage, getting ready for Pat's
entrance. By 5, they were finished and hiding on opposite sides of the
bedroom set.

They heard Pat calling out as she came closer. "Hey, where is everybody?
Guys? Hey, guys! Come on, Tim, we're supposed to be talking plumbing!" She
came out of the darkness and into a pool of light around the bed, craning
her head around to peer into the corners.

She had on a sheer black negligee over a black silk nightgown, cut low
enough to show the beginning of the shadowy valley between her full
breasts. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing an oval face with
full lips. The nightgown was short, exposing long, slender legs that flowed
to perfectly turned ankles.

Soundlessly, Zach and Jon emerged from the shadows on either side of her.
Pat started in surprise. "Jesus Christ, guys, you scared me!" she said.
"Where the hell is everybody?"

"Everybody's gone for the day," Jon said, his voice low and steady.

"Yeah, right," Pat answered acidly. "So what's going on. ... Is this one of
those Bloopers and Practical Jokes shows?"

"Yeah, that's it," Zach said. "And we're supposed to trick you into getting
on the bed. Yeah!"

Pat looked at him strangely. "What do you mean? What..." As she turned
toward Zach, Jon slipped up from behind and grabbed her around the waist,
heaving her back and tossing her onto the bed.

"What the hell!" Pat screamed in protest as Jon grabbed one of her wrists
and Zach got the other. They pulled her arms up, slipping her wrists into
loops of rope they'd tied to the bedposts while she was asleep in her room.
Quickly they tightened the ropes and moved to her feet, tackling her legs
as she tried to kick them away.

"Shout all you want, 'Mommy,'" Jon sneered. "But you're gonna get fucked by
your little sons." The boys tied her feet securely with ropes attached to
the foot of the bed.

"You little shits! You let me go this instant!" Pat twisted and struggled
but couldn't break free, and the rough ropes chafed her skin as she
strained at her bonds. "Oh, God, now what?" Jon had pulled a knife from
beneath the bed.

"Chill out, Mom," he said cheerfully. "We're not gonna cut you. We're just
gonna fuck you." He sliced down the sides her negligee and nightgown and
yanked the flimsy material away. She lay before them spreadeagled, her
breasts confined only by a black push-up bra, a skimpy pair of black silk
panties guarding her crotch. With a flick of the knife, Jon split the
middle of the bra and her breasts bounced free as Zach pulled off the cups.
Two more flicks and her panties were off.

Zach and Jon quickly stripped themselves, staring at the vision before
them. Pat's large breasts had wide, dark brown aureoles with thick nipples.
A furry mound of dark hair covered her mound. With her legs spread by the
ropes, she couldn't conceal the pink folds of her cunt from their hungry
gaze.

Pat screamed at them to stop, pleaded with them to let her go, begged them
not to touch her. Ignoring all her supplications, Zach and Jon let their
hands roam freely over their "mother's" body, feeling the throb of her
heart beat under her heaving breasts, the fuzz of her smooth stomach, the
crinkly caress of her pubic hair. While Jon stroked her long legs, Zach
kissed his way up from her hardening nipples to her neck, sucking and
licking, then pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her
mouth. His hands rubbed her tits wildly. Jon moved up from her legs,
nuzzling up her thighs until his mouth was poised over her tender pussy
lips. He flicked his tongue at the entrance to her cunt, then spread the
lips with his fingers and buried his face in her muff, plunging his tongue
into her.

When Zach broke their kiss, Pat sobbed out, "God, please, don't do it!
Zach, Jon, don't do it! Please don't!"

Zach shut her up by smothering her with a kiss again. Jon lifted his face
from her now-wet cunt and crawled forward until his cock, engorged with
blood, was poised at the entrance. "I'm fucking you, Mommy! It's tool
time!" he bellowed as he rammed his dick into her. Her hips lifted off the
bed before he slammed them down with a deep thrust.

As Jon drove into her again and again, Zach crawled onto Pat's chest and
placed his cock between her tits, squeezing them together around it with
his hands. He began to match Jon's strokes with his own, thrilling to the
sight of the head of his dick disappearing between Pat's mounds only to
poke out again, pointed straight at her lips.

Quickly both boys shot their wads. Jon's burst inside Pat's pussy while
Zach's splattered her neck and chin. As they slipped off her, she again
begged them to let her go.

"Let you go? I don't think so," Jon said with a sly smile. "You know what,
Pat? I don't think you like us. Why should we let you go when you don't
like us? Why don't we just keep you here?"

Pat's eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. She twisted her head to look at
each boy in turn, hoping to see some sign of remorse or pity, but couldn't
find any. Swallowing hard, she tried another tack.

"Look, I'll make you a deal."

"You're not the one to be making deals," Zach said.

"Sshhh. Let her talk," Jon cut in. "What's the deal?"

Pat drew a deep breath. "You can do whatever you want with me, but you're
not really getting anything good, you know..."

"We're getting you pretty damn good," Zach burst out.

"Well, yeah," Pat said, "but it's not like a real fuck. I mean, I'm all
tied up. I can't really do anything. If you untie me, I can show you what a
fuck's really like."

Zach and Jon looked at each other over Pat's naked body. "What do you
think, Zach?"

"Well, I would like to see what it's like," Zach said. "But if we let her
go, she's gonna run off!"

"Not if we just untie her legs," Jon reasoned. He turned to Pat. "How's
that? We untie your legs and you give us a real fuck. Then we'll let you
go."

"No deal," the older woman said.

"I told you," Zach said sharply, "you ain't making any deals. Take it or
leave it."

Pat closed her eyes and sighed. "OK, fine. Untie my legs."

Jon slipped the loops off her ankles and Pat bent her legs at the knees,
relieving some of the stiffness. Zach crawled around and got between her
thighs, positioning himself. Jon, meanwhile, moved to the head of the bed
and pushed his cock up to Pat's lips.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she cried out. "That wasn't the deal..."

"Shut up, Mommy," Jon whispered hoarsely. "Mommy's gonna suck her son's
dick. If Mommy don't suck dick, Mommy don't go free."

Pat shut her eyes tightly and opened her mouth. Jon slid his cock, slippery
with cum and pussy juices, past her lips. She pursed them around his rod
and sucked hard on his cock as he pushed it in and out. "Godddd, that's
good," Jon breathed in awe. "You're one hell of a cocksucker! Ohhhh,
Godddd! Suck that cock! Yes!"

Zach grew jealous of Jon's excitement and pressed his own dick into Pat's
pussy, feeling her spongy cunt expand to take him in and then close around
his dick, enfolding it in a hot, soaking wet grip. True to her word, Pat
responded to his bucking with her own motion. She drew her legs up and
around Zach's slender hips, meeting each thrust of his with one of her own.
Zach grunted as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her hot box,
passionate shouts forcing themselves out of him as sweat beaded on his
chest and soaked the sheets.

Jon gripped the bed's headboard with both hands as Pat's stroking lips and
thrashing tongue drove him into a frenzy. Her nostrils flared with effort
as his cock filled her mouth. She took him in up to the hilt, the head of
his dick slamming into the back of her throat as she sucked down hard on
his rod. "Damn, you're good!" Jon shouted out, shaking the headboard as her
sucking made his entire body quake. "Damn! Suck that cock! Take it all in!"

The bed was creaking and quivering under their bodies as Zach continued to
drive his cock into her flooded cunt. She wiggled her ass under him and he
could feel the gentle pressure as her pussy jiggled around his dick. Pat
lifted her legs higher, allowing him to plunge even deeper inside her until
their crotches ground together and he could feel their pelvic bones
slamming together on every downthrust. "Oh, fuck!" Zach screamed in
ecstasy, "Oh, fuck, that's good! Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" With a
piercing scream he exploded in orgasm, cum pulsing out of him and deep into
Pat's cunt, quickly filling it and oozing out around his softening prick to
mix with her pussy juices and drip into a pool beneath her ass.

Jon, too, felt a boiling in his loins and shot his load into Pat's mouth,
pulling out so that the last jets of gooey spunk hit her on the cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Goddddd I'mmmmm cummmmmiiinngg!"

The boys fell exhausted onto either side of her. Pat took several minutes
to recover before she reminded them of their promise. "You're going to let
me go, now, aren't you?"

"I don't know," Jon said. "You're gonna tell on us."

"Oh, no, no, I won't," Pat said and smiled hopefully. "No, not after this.
You boys made me feel so good, I wouldn't tell on you, ever!"

"Well, maybe we should," Jon said with a shrug. "Besides, I don't think I
can get it up anymore, anyway."

"I bet I could," Zach boasted. Jon looked at him sharply. "But ... well,
OK, we'll let her go."

The boys got off the bed and walked to its head, untying the knots that
held the ropes to the posts. Pat murmured her thanks as Jon slipped the
last knots on his side and she pulled her left hand free, the noose still
tied to it but the other end slipping along the bed. She turned toward
Zach, who slipped off his side - - but sudden yanked the rope over as he
leaped across the bed and began to tie it to the bedpost on the opposite
corner. Pat moaned in protest, but she was too weakened from the exertion
to fight back as Zach tied her right hand up and yanked her left over,
twisting her over onto her stomach.

"Zach, Zach, you promised! Jon, please, make him let me go!" Pat sobbed
into the pillow as Jon backed away from the bed. "I don't know, Zach," he
said with a quiver in his voice. "We promised..."

"There's no way we're getting away with this," Zach barked at the younger
boy. "If I'm gonna get in trouble, it might as well be worth it!" He
stroked his cock until it stiffened again. Dipping two fingers into Pat's
cunt, he soaked them in her juices and then slipped them into her tight,
puckered asshole.

"Oh, NNOOOOOOO!" Pat twisted and shook under him. Zach straddled her legs
and slapped her butt cheeks until they turned bright red. "Shut up, bitch!
I'm gonna fuck your butt and you're gonna like it, goddamn it!" Satisfied
that her hole was lubricated, he rubbed some of her fluids on his cock and
then put the tip up to her ass. As Jon stared, fascinated, Zach steadily
pressed the tip forward until Pat's asshole was stretched wide enough to
take it all in. One smooth thrust and he was in her ass. A deep groan,
muffled by a pillow, showed that Pat was giving up. Zach held her waist up
so he had the proper angle as he forced his cock into her ass over and
over, scraping along her tight tunnel. In just a few minutes he shouted out
again, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your ass, you bitch!" and shot a jet of
steaming cum into her. "God, noooooo!" Pat cried in agony as she felt the
jism pour into her again.

As his cock deflated, Zach eased it out of her ass and crawled off the bed.
The boys quietly slipped back into their clothes while Pat's body was
wracked by sobs.

"See you around," Zach called out as they left her there. "Yeah," Jon said,
"and when you see Dad again, tell him we took care of that plumbing problem
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