With one woman left in his wake yet not forgotten, Benni makes a determined effort to make his mom like him, at least a little more. It's time to try to set himself up to make some real money so he examines what are his main interests and concludes there are only two – women and vehicles. He shrugs, thinking that's not much to go on but it's his own fault that he allowed his eager penis to get in the way of coming out of college with a useful degree.
SEVEN
Gladys James was hanging out the washing on Saturday morning when an appliance service man arrived, and smoothed his moustache while watching her bending over the basket of laundry.
"I've come to service you," he grinned.
Gladys hadn't come down in the last shower; she'd had years of dealing with servicemen with an over-abundance of hormones.
"Buzz off, there's nothing to service around here."
"Are you Gladys James?"
"Yes."
"Well, I've got a new combo washer/dryer to install in your laundry.
"It says here on the note attached to the receipt and guarantee, 'Have a nice day, mom' and it's signed by someone who's misspelled his name as B-E-N-N-I."
Gladys burst into tears.
"Are you all right, ma'am?"
"What have you done to my wife!" roared Ross, running out from the house.
"Nothing. She just upped and started the waterworks."
"It's Benni," she sobbed. "He's done this to make me feel guilty."
Benni was now working at Pfeiffer Chevrolet, moving out Chevy pickups and doing very well, especially with farming folk who had no idea they were in the market for a replacement vehicle.
Barron Pfeiffer had given the well-dressed young Benni a month's trial as he knew Benni's father, playing snooker with him every Tuesday night.
That young man will be trouble, Marlene Pfeiffer had warned her husband, as she knew all about men, and how right she was...well, at least Benni would trouble her.
After two months, forgetting that Benni was on a month's trial, Barron asked Benni about his health, thinking the young man was losing weight and yawning a lot. But in spite of that Benni continued to build up sales volume.
"Yeah," just stretching it a bit," Benni had answered vaguely.
Benni knew the rule, never hump the boss's wife, but he had broken that rule and the never-never-definitely-never rule about humping the boss's daughter, but that was unavoidable because Bess had seen Benni humping her mom and threatened him with blackmail.
So Benni had both of them going, though never together despite often thinking about that.
It all began with Benni going out to the Johannsen's farm and convincing Lars he needed to trade-in his one-year old pickup for the latest model, adding the sweetener that he'd supply and fit an air horn without charge.
Elke Johannsen kicked up a storm when coming home and finding the new vehicle in their driveway. She phoned her best friend Marlene Pfeiffer who was shocked at the audacity of Benni, although saying the deal had been done so there was nothing she could do about it apart from seeing if they could get another five hundred dollars in on-selling the trade-in and she'd pass that $500 on to Elke to personally pocket.
Then Marlene, the company's secretary/accountant and board chairman, decided to kick butt, rushing out to confront Benni who was just driving away in his own vehicle.
"Hop in if you want a chat," he said, "I have to hurry these white-wall tires to Fenton Jones as he has a guy at the farm waiting to fit them."
Marlene, who's forty-two, still doesn't know how it happened. All she said was his vehicle sounded powerful.
Benni stopped and jumped out without saying anything. He opened her door and helped her to climb over into the driver's seat, his hands all over her.
Out on the dirt road up to Fenton's farm Benni called, 'Floor it!" She did and had one of the most exhilarating drives in her life.
Unbeknown to Benni, as a teenager Marlene had been in car gang classified by the deceptively respectful-sounding name of a 'V8 Babe' – the babes being shared round for test drives like the vehicles.
She stopped on the roadside, panting in excitement and experiencing a surge from those good ol' days. When Benni leaned over to help her over the divider to the passenger's seat she just lost in, grabbed him and it was all on; his dick was through the side of her panties and into her before she fully realized it, and then she just didn't care.
Marlene had Benni drop her off at her home and was in the shower trying to douche cum when she realized she hadn't even mentioned the Johannsen sale to him.
"My gawd," she said lewdly in a girlish sing-song voice, "That boy really is something; I have a regular job for him."
That same day Barron Pfeiffer came across his 20-year-old daughter Bess being shafted by new car sales manager, Ralph Oates. Ralph was fired and everyone moved up a slot with Benni becoming a senior salesman and Barron took the opportunity of putting him on the permanent staff list.
Benni started hanging around Barron, feeling a little guilty at screwing Marlene and the two men began getting along well. Barron learned that Benni had played a bit of golf at college so invited him to partner with him at the Country Club. Benni played well enough for them to take the side-bets and soon they were playing together two or three times a month.
Before too long Barron had been talked into putting Benni up for membership and then somehow finding himself agreeing to pay Benni's membership fees.
Next thing Barron noticed the vehicles of the three senior club administrators and the two professionals had switched from Ford, Chrysler and Japanese models to Chevrolet – all with the Pfeiffer Chevrolet stickers on them.
Checking the sales records Barron found all had been sold by Benni and all within the permitted discount range. The only abnormal expense listed was each purchaser received a handmade white calfskin golf bag with their name hand-tooled on to both sides of the bag and no other brand name showing.
Barron checked for the invoice for the five golf bags and raised his eyebrows in surprise – the price for each bag was high, but not over the moon, and Benni had got a 30% discount for a bulk order. This boy's got something, decided Barron, completely unaware that Benni had got Marlene covered and even his daughter Bess was unaware that she was about to latch on to her mother's occasional lover as well.
Bess was tight as a drum through having her regular seducer removed from her side by her stupid father and was looking around hornily for a replacement.
On Tuesday she went to her parent's home from the accountancy office where she worked for late lunch and a chat with her mom who was often home lunching at this time.
Bess heard grunting and the slapping of wet flesh coming from her parent's room. Peeping round the corner she gasped, seeing her nude mom lifting up and the new salesman directing streams of cum on to her mother's breasts. Bess sighed lustily, never having seen so much cum flying about as this.
Quickly making a sandwich and a container of coffee, she drove off to the lookout over the river to think how to report her finding to her father. Her pussy began twitching so her hand automatically went in to attend to its restlessness. But she pulled her hand away, thinking why should she to do that massaging – that audacious mother-fucker could do it for her.
That evening, leaving work in heavy rain in his distinctive pick-up, Benni was flagged down by a young woman standing on the roadside.
"Jump in – do you want to buy a pickup or are you just seeking shelter or a ride," he grinned.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Er, I think there's some mistake. I don't know you...wait a minute,I've seen you in Barron's office a few times. Are you his daughter?"
"Yes, my name's Bess. Hi Benni."
"You know my name?" he asked stupidly.
"I don't think there are an awful lot of Benni's around in this city, even fewer in this area and even fewer sitting in this vehicle with a peculiar spelling of Benni on it's plate. I would have thought you were a little brighter that this."
"Watch your mouth, baby; I don't take crap from anyone and being Barron's sexy little daughter won't save you."
"That's better – oh god, you called me sexy. Have you any idea how I feel?"
"If you gave me a feel I reckon I could answer that question intelligently," Benni grinned.
"Oooooh. Mr Smoothtalker, eh? No wonder my mom is letting you screw her."
The pick-up careered up on to the sidewalk. Benni hit the brakes, stopping less than a foot from plowing through a shop window.
"It's a bit late to go shopping, the lights are out and everyone's gone," giggled Bess.
Half an hour later she'd had a bath at Benni's small apartment and was bouncing up and down on his dick, sighing in happiness and getting very warm indeed. After cumming twice she pulled herself down his legs and invited him to flood himself all over her tits – "just like I saw you do to mom."
That disclosure earned her Benni's maximum ejaculation, and she screamed in delight.
"If we do this at least once a week, I'll promise not to tell dad what you are doing to mom and to me." In saying that she almost was sprayed again.
EIGHT
Although now living dangerously, life was going very well for Benni and he rather appreciated the loss of weight and he certainly felt fitter.
