Falling For The Milf - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“I’m sorry, dear. I’m really sorry for what happened back there…” Melody started as she drove the car off the restaurant.

She had made kind of a scene back there, didn’t she? She was upset, so she rose her voice for him to understand, but maybe she called for everyone’s attention and not just his. She felt the awkwardness of the moment, and she could see his discomfort, even now she can see it.

“It’s ok, I guess…” Ben replied.

“No, it’s not ok. It was… rude. I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to make things awkward. We were having such a lovely dinner. It’s just that… I wanted this to be a treat for you, you made it very hard by insisting on going for the check.” She added. But she couldn’t really control herself back there.

She felt rage, she felt anger. Why wasn’t he doing what she asked him? Why did she need to repeat herself so many times? There’s an assertive side in everyone, but she knew better how to stay calm and cool, however, she was not as calm back there.

“Listen, you and I, I think we have a… special relationship. I don’t want to go back to being alone every day and just, you know… I don’t want things to be awkward between you and I. Can you forgive me? Please?” Melody asked, her voice sounded sincere.

She stopped at a red light, then she turned at him, with a smile and expecting an answer. Ben felt a bit pressured, but why would he? She slipped, she yelled because she was feeling desperate, sometimes we all want to do the same at a moment of frustration. However, it felt strange.

she was not acting like the sexy milf he, and he’s not proud to say this but, the bombshell of a milf he craved for. She seemed more like a matronal figure who was threatening him. It doesn’t feel nice when your date acts as if she was going to start counting to three so that you behave. But, again, she’s a milf, that’s also a part of the magic? Overly caring? Maybe?

“I know, Mrs. Silver, maybe… maybe it was my fault too.” he started.

She frowned, her eyes were looking at him with a more serious expression. The light turned green, but she was not moving. She just sat there and gave him a stern look. What did he do this time?

“Seriously? Honey, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s not Mrs. Silver, it’s just Melody, ok? We’re friends, right?” Her smile slowly came back.

“Yeah, I… we are friends.” Shit, she was not friend-zoning him right now, was she?

“Friends don’t call each other by their last names. I’m not your boss, and I don’t want you to make me feel like an old lady. So don’t be afraid, remember, it’s Melody, ok?” There was a certain tension in the air, this was a bit awkward.

“Ok.” He nodded. Then she smiled and they drove off.

She was acting a bit strange, first the yelling and now her need to affirm what she had already said. Was she trying to lecture him? Maybe she can’t help her maternal nature.

But there’s so much more than what he could see, or what he was trying to see.

How does Melody feel? Well, there’s a feeling growing in her, it’s not a new one, it’s actually a very familiar one. However, she’s never felt this way with someone as young as him.

Is it ok for a 47-year-old woman to date a 26-year-old man? Well, it used to be backwards and everyone was fine about it. Why wouldn’t it be ok if the roles are reversed? Why can’t a mature woman feel something for a young man?

She definitely feels some sort of attraction for him. At first, she thought it was just the happiness of finding someone with whom to hang out. Then, she thought she was feeling a bit dependent on him, that the desire to see him was because she needed him, but it was something else. Something deeper.

Love, this was the beginning of love. She can tell when someone’s attracted to her, she has noticed him staring, and that’s fine. Now, was this just a summer love, just a mere interest of his that will soon be over, or could this be a more serious and long relationship?

Well, the oldest one gets to set the rules, right? If not, certainly the biggest person can. And soon, she’ll be both. But, going back to what’s serious, to what’s a real kind of feeling, what was he looking for? Why was he prioritizing her so much? He seems too shy to make a move, but he should not be worried, she’ll make the move when the time comes…

A kiss? Did the night end up with a kiss? A glimpse into what their relationship would be like? No, of course not. She had no need to make this more confusing. However, she knows they can slowly dive into that. As she said, they are friends, right? But she won’t mind a more intimate relationship…

—

She even texted him the next morning. She apologized again.

“Good morning, Ben. I’m sorry for last night. I hope we’re cool? Please don’t ghost me. I hope it means what I think it does.” The message was both serious and silly. He replied when he woke up. She sent the message at 6:00 am! He’s not up until 8:00 am!

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.” he texted, and she replied, almost immediately.

“Great! Are you coming today? I’ll bake some apology cookies!” she wrote.

“I don’t know, there’s a few things I need to do. Like the laundry.” He’s not allowed to use the washing machine at his house since he “doesn’t pay for the water bill and that machine uses a lot of water.”

“Why don’t you do your laundry here? I don’t mind. Plus, they are chocolate chip cookies!” He was not going to say no to the cookies.

This message was not just any message. It was the beginning of many.

She had his number and he had hers, but those were strictly in case of an emergency, not to be used to simple chit-chatting or other silly things. But she said they were friends, right? Soon, they were texting each other out of nowhere and without any particular reason.

She often talked about random stuff she saw on her day to day, things she saw on TV, or just to ask him how he was doing. Obviously, he started to text her as well. And he wonders, is this a step closer to her? Texting, is this getting him closer to Melody’s heart? Does this make them more than just friends?

When he told him why he didn’t do the laundry at his place, Melody went like this

“Aww, poor thing. But don’t worry, honey. Melody 's got you. You can do the laundry here on the weekends. That way you’ll have an excuse to come visit on Saturdays.” she giggled.

More than an excuse to come, it was another reason to keep her close. She’s still insecure about what they are and at what state this relationship of theirs is. To let him know this was for real, she even added things like:

“Now, the only other person using the machine it’s me. I’m sure it’s better to share it with just someone you know and not a bunch of strangers at the laundry shop. I mean, if you don’t mind putting your clothes where my panties have been.” She giggled.

To see him blush, to see him getting slightly embarrassed after her last comment, it was a sign she has that effect on him that not just any woman has. He cares for her, and soon, they will get closer.

—

Their relationship was a bit confusing. Not because he doesn’t know what he wants, or because she doesn’t know either. But she gives him so many mixed signs.

She’s sweet all of the time, which makes him think she’s just treating him like a guest and that there won’t be anything else. However, she often gives him some other signs. A wink here and there, the way her clothes are so tight and her tops so revealing, but that could also be because of her expansion. And the things she said, speaking of her panties the other day was just one of many more. Of course, she was not so forward, but she dropped way too many hints.

Days went on, he kept coming, her goal was to make her come more, she’d love to have him every day to keep him company. But, unfortunately, he has a life and places to be. If only she could find a way, maybe if he spends the night?

She was looking for an excuse, he stays for no more than an hour at her place, if she’s lucky, for two hours. But that’s not plenty of time, much less when you’re having fun. Her feelings for him grow as she does, and during those days, she really did some growing.

—

“I really need to go shoe shopping, mine are killing me!” she said as they were both sitting on the couch.

“Is that so?” he asked.

“Yes. It seems I’ve grown that much since I started the treatment.” she said. Ben did notice she was very tall when she opened the door, so close to him.

“Wow, and… how much is that? If I may ask.” He added.

“Aww, of course you can ask, silly.” She tapped him on the shoulder. “I checked on myself this morning, wanna guess what the measure was?” she turned at him, eager for him to play her little game.

“Uhm, well you do look pretty tall. And I’m six-feet, so, based on that… I would say… 5’10”? he tried to guess.

“You would’ve been right, last week. Today, I’m a little taller than that. But not as tall as you are, so there’s only one option… 5´11”, that’s how tall I am.” she smiled.

“Wow.” he said, she certainly looks bigger.

It was surprising to see her every time she had these growth spurts, her body seems to expand during the night. The next morning, she looks a lot bigger! Today was not the exception.

Her boobs seem to fill out her top so sensuously. Her shape, so mature and curvaceous, looks so smooth and provocative. The way her thighs spread over the couch, taking up more and more space after each week. Her curves, expanding in such a teasing way, they make him want to turn, and he always does, a quick glance, but he never stares too much.

Now, her numbers were rising quite fast. She did mention she started at 5'7", this makes her four-inches taller than she was! Wow, it seems no time has passed since he first met her again, and she’s already that much taller? Let’s be fair, when he arrived she was already 5´9”, but two-inches already? Then, how tall was she going to be next week? How long before she surpasses him?

“It’s amazing, isn’t it! I mean, aside the constant need for bigger sizes… what do you think? Pretty amazing, right? Soon I’ll need to go to the big and tall section, hehe.” she giggled.

“Yeah, haha. I bet you will.” he smiled, but there were some insecurities coming to him.

—

He’s still unsure if he truly likes tall ladies. A woman his height or slightly taller is fine, but how about the new tall ladies?

The other day he overheard a woman talking at the store. It seems she met a friend at the store and they started chatting, catching up. the first thing he heard was: “Wow! Caroline, you’re so tall! Are you using the new treatment?” She was.

She told her friend she had gone for it, their voices seemed as the ones of women in their mid thirties, not as young as him, and not as old as Melody. He overheard them, and wondered how tall she was? They were on the next aisle, so he couldn’t see her. 

Out of curiosity, he decided to walk there, just to check her. The lady said she had been in this treatment for over three weeks, and the other lady said she used to be shorter than her and that now she was an amazon! He needs to see for himself.

When he walked to peek, he met the lady coming his way. She seems to be 5´9”, not that tall. He thought she used to be way shorter. However, this was the friend he met. Soon, a very tall woman emerged from the aisle.

He swallowed as a 6´6” amazon showed up. He had to crane his neck to see her face. Both ladies seem to be estranged by his reaction, but they just kept walking. He freaked out for a moment, was Melody going to get that tall soon? Then, she heard the tall lady say something like she had some quick effects, but that her growth was over. So she had all of the growth at once? She expanded precociously? Something like that?

—

He came back to the living room, with Melody. He was looking at her, he liked her smile, it looks prettier every week, and her eyes seem to have a different glow now. She was so pretty, but she was his same height. His main insecurity, a result of seeing just how tall she could get because of that lady at the store, what was she going to do after?

Everyone wants a taller man, right? But, even if things are no longer that way as ladies will be getting so much taller, they are going to need to pick shorter men, right? But, how short would be enough for Melody? Will his 6´ be enough? Or is she going to need an even taller man? Let’s face it, he’s not muscular, not that handsome, and he’s not packing that many inches down there. What if she becomes too big for him?

How will he feel when she’s much taller? Will there still be hope for him? He hasn't said a word, he hasn't confessed his true feelings, will it be too late when she’s taller? Maybe he needs to take some immediate action?

“Oh, look! It’s raining.” She said, getting up and heading for the window.

“It is?” He asked.

“Yes, they predicted a storm for today. The weather girl had no idea of how long this could take.” she said.

“Well, in that case… maybe I should get going?” he asked as he heard some thunder.

“Leave? Honey, it’s already raining. You can’t leave.” she declared, turning back at him.

“But, you said this was a storm, isn’t it going to get worse?” he asked.

“Precisely, you can’t leave now, what if the whole sky starts falling on you? No, sir, you’re not leaving until it stops.” she seems serious.

“But, it’s going to rain for hours, how… for how long? I mean, what if it gets too late?” he asked.

“Then, I guess you’ll have to stay the night.” Perfect, for her at least.

“What?” he blinked. For real?

“Oh, don’t be silly, it won’t be the first time. I remember you used to have a ton of sleepovers back in the day.” Sure, but he’s a grown man now, wouldn’t that be strange? Well, they are friends, but are they friends with benefits?

“W-will I sleep on the couch?” He asked, she smiled at the thought of him already complying. 

“No. In the bed.” he swallowed. Bed? Does she mean?! “You can take Dylan’s bed, there’s plenty of sheets over there, but if it gets too cold, I wouldn’t mind you knocking on my door for more.” Or for something more than just sheets…

He can’t argue with her. Will she get as mad as she did when they were at the restaurant? Maybe it’ll be for the best to do as she says.

Ben stood up, maybe he should call home and tell them he’s not going to make it tonight?

As he was standing, Melody walked towards him, he was distracted by those eyes of hers, they seemed so intense. And she was almost as tall as he was, it felt so odd, but in a good way. Soon, she placed her hand on his cheek and spoke:

“Sorry, honey. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. To think you could crash because of the rain. Sorry, but that’s a risk I won’t let you take.” The sincerity, the care, his heart was pounding, he was wondering if she could feel it in the palm of her hand. “You have no idea how special you are to me. I don’t want to lose you.” Quivers, her last words made him quiver.

Special? What kind of special?

He has no idea, but this was the perfect excuse. Dinner will be served, he can take a shower here and change into some of Dylan’s old clothes, they are about the same size, right?

However, she’ll spend the rest of the evening working on a plan. Choosing her moves carefuly, and so will he. This invitation, her words, this is not what she makes it sound like, she truly wants him!

He should knock on her door; he's sure he wouldn’t mind some more “sheets”.

—

That night, he walked out of the room, it was about 10:00 pm, he was so nervous. 

He knocked on her door, biting his lower lip. What if he misunderstood the signs? What if she gets mad and kicks him out? It’s pouring outside! It’ll literally ruin everything between them, but it was worth the risk.

knock knock He was just waiting for her.

Soon, he heard her steps, rushing to the door. And then, she opened it.

“Hello there, I knew you’d come.” She smiled.

Ben’s eyes went wide as the door was fully open. She seems to be wearing the same night gown she used to because that thing was tiny! Her boobs seem to be trying to spill out of that! And, is she even wearing a bra? Any underwear beneath that?

She stood there quietly for a while, a sensuous smile drawn in her face. She knows what he wants, doesn’t she? And it seems… she wants the same thing.