Falling For The Milf - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Would you like some sugar, sugar? Oh, haha, sorry. Would you like some sugar, Ben?” Came Melody’s voice from the kitchen.

“Sure! Please, if it’s not much asking.” He replied.

“Don’t be silly, anything for my favorite guest.” She replied.

Ben was sitting in the living room at Melody’s place. And yes, she has started calling him Ben instead of Benjamin. This was the fifth, sixth time he’s been here? It’s been almost two weeks, he hasn’t come here every day in a week. That would be suspicious.

Ben can’t risk it on her finding out the truth, he would prefer if she thinks of him as a guy who doesn’t want her to feel alone, to go through this on her own.

The truth was that Dylan asked him to check on her, to be supportive because he’s out of town and will be for quite a while. But that’s the “truth”, in reality, he has his own reasons.

A truth that is still unknown, even to Dylan! Ben likes Melody, he’s got a crush on her, at least that’s what he thought. And as time has gone by, he seems to be certain about it.

Was he falling in love with her? That was the idea, and it’s clearly happening. Her sweet words, her gorgeous eyes, all of her was gorgeous actually. Thanks to the treatment, Melody looks as pretty as ever, as radiant, as alluring, she captivates him just by walking into the room.

And it’s not only because of her gorgeous face, her body is becoming sexier by the day. Well, by the week, actually. Last week, he could see her body was sexy, but this treatment’s making her sexier! He could swear her bosom was larger, a cup size? Maybe? And her legs are also looking more curvaceous, and so is her butt, definitely firmer. Not that he’s abruptly staring at her, but he has caught a few glimpses of her when she walks away.

The beauty of a mature woman, that’s what he was aiming for. A woman who’s sweet and mature, but he also had another element in his equation. Growth.

“I hope you like this tea, it’s a new flavor! I believe the lady said it tastes like vanilla?” Melody said as she walked into the room, looking as pretty as ever, and also taller.

“I like Vanilla.” He replied, trying not to stare too much. Were her boobs bouncing? As she walks, he can see a jiggle on her bosom, but the tray that she carries makes it hard, still, he’s certain those boobs are going up and down.

Ben has been here every two or three days, she really appreciates his company, but she can tell there’s a little more than just a man who’s trying to make an older woman happy, or was it the only thing he was doing?

Melody knows there’s more than just this. A part of her can feel it, was he interested in her?

Before, she wouldn’t have considered something like that, but now she thinks a little different from that. Was it because of the treatment? Was it because she can see herself becoming sexier?

She can see her curves expanding sensuously, how her body expands, how her body becomes firmer as it becomes thicker. A sensuous silhouette, with curves she’s never had before! Sure, her hips are wider and her butt’s larger, but she’s taller! Her boobs have become bigger than they had ever been, but they are so firm!

Was Ben here because of that? Is he feeling hot for her? Because she is. And it’s not that she thinks she’s hot, but she’s starting to feel a certain desire towards him. Not as if she wanted him close because she needs company, but because she wants some… intimacy.

—

“You’ve been so kind to me, I bet there’s a lot of better things to do than to come hang out with an old woman like me.” Melody said.

“What? Nonsense! I… this is not bad, I mean, this is great! Why would I want to be somewhere else?” he asked.

“I mean, you could hang out with women your age, you know, have fun?” she said.

“And who says I’m not having fun here? I mean… I love your cookies! Homemade cookies, they… no one really bothers to bake nowadays, and… the girls my age are not… I don’t feel like they actually care.” He said, a little of the truth coming from his very chest.

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that. Are you having problems with love? Is it hard to find someone?” She asked, placing a warm hand over his shoulder.

“It’s not hard to find someone, it’s just… hard to find true love.” He admitted.

“Poor thing. Listen, it’s not good for you to spend all your free time at an old woman’s place, but I understand if you don’t feel like going out. So, as a way to thank you for being supportive with me, I’ll be supportive with you. We should go out!” Melody said.

Go out? His eyes went widely open. She’s asking him out? It’s not a bad idea, but is this a date? Some sort of date? And if it is, why wasn’t he the first one to make a move? Is he slowing down too much? Maybe he should try and make some moves and not just come here for tea and chat every day.

“Go out?” He repeated.

“Sure! Or, are you embarrassed of going out with an old lady like me?” she asked.

“Why would I? I mean, you’re not an old lady, you look great, Mrs. Silver!” He can’t stop calling her by her last name.

“Then, I guess this is a date!” She said, so cheerful.

“It is…” he didn’t want to kill the mood and say this was no date, she might be too vulnerable, she doesn’t need her to think he wants to minimize things. Besides, maybe she does need to go out every now and then.

“Great! Oh, and, if we’re going out…” she paused and whispered to him, “I think it’ll be for the best if you called me Melody, it’s more… convenient.” He nodded, but the way she purred her words at him, she sounded so sensuous! Was she actually trying?

—

He was feeling nervous. But the plan was made. And why not the very next day?

She told him she knew a place, and that he should come at her place at around 7:00 pm, so that the sun was setting but that it was not that dark yet.

He agreed, and as he did, he was already trying to plan things out.

What to wear? He’s going to need to borrow the car. Where were they going? He’ll know once she tells him, but it would’ve been better if she told him, so that he could look for the place.

For a second, he turned at his phone and wondered if he should tell Dylan. “Hey! I’m taking your mom out to dinner!” Is that something nice to say? Is that something anyone would want to hear? Well, to read in a text. Definitely not, so he’ll keep this for himself.

Was this something she wanted to do for him? Or could it be considered something he needs to do for her? Who knows, maybe she just wanted to hang out? Maybe she wanted to go out but was too shy to do so on her own? Could be.

Time flew by and before he knew it, he was already parked in front of her house, making his way to her door. He felt so nervous, as if this was his first date ever, but it’s not.

He knows what to do, how to start a conversation. And the fact that he’s already been chatting with her for days, that should make it easier. Then why is he so nervous? He feels as if he was naked, vulnerable, shy even.

ding dong He rang her bell, breathe in and out, this should be easy.

Well, as soon as she opened the door, his jaw dropped.

He had no idea what to wear. Where were they going? She didn’t tell, so he had no idea if he should dress casually or more formally. He wore a polo shirt and khakis. With some nice shoes. Now she was dressed to impress!

She was wearing a dress, it was deep blue, and tight. It was a sleeveless dress, her boobs were showing, a lot! But he didn’t want to look too much, in fact, why did he even look? He just peeped, right? He was not staring, his eyes just happened to pass over her bosom. And this leads to the next reason why he’s nervous. Was she… taller?

Yesterday, he could’ve sworn she was about 5'10", an extra inch since they first met, but now, how tall is she? He was looking up at her, she’s supposed to be two-inches shorter than him! Why does she look two-inches taller than him?!

She could see it in his face, she was warned people might react this way. Not everyone, but the people who knew her, those who were already used to her height at least. It’s not easy getting used to someone being taller, and it gets harder whenever those who were looking down at you start looking up at you.

“What’s the matter? Cat’s got your tongue?” She giggled. “I’m wearing heels, honey. It’s ok, don’t be scared.” He blinked and then turned down at her feet.

She was wearing heels, that’s why she’s taller. No sudden growth spurt, she was not taller than him, it was just the heels.

“Oh, sorry, yeah I just… I thought I was shrinking, haha.” He lied, trying not to prove he was feeling scared because of the sudden spurt.

“Is that so? Well, I thought you were scared of a taller woman. I mean, these heels do make me 6´2”, I bought them because they match my dress. I’m amazed by what three-inch heels can do.” she giggled.

“Three?” Weren’t they four? 5’10” plus four-inches, that’s 6´2”, right?

“Yes, three. I’m 5´11”, plus three-inches, that’s 6´2”. Is that… too intimidating? I could change, if that makes you feel more comfortable.” she said.

“Oh, no. I’m not uncomfortable, I was just… I thought you were 5´10”, that’s all.” Yeah, nothing to do with the fact that she’s towering above him.

“I did, but I woke up today, checked on myself and, surprise! I’m 5´11”, that’s like a super-model’s height, right? It’s amazing what the treatment does, isn’t it?” she smiled.

“Yeah, amazing.” So, on a date with a tall woman? How does that make him feel?

Nervous? Definitely. Short? Compared to her, sure. Overpowered? Nah, he’s not that kind of man. He’s just amazed by the sudden change of height, that’s all. And to know that, barefoot, she’s only an inch shorter than him, that’s also kind of a surprise.

Now, how does he feel? How does it feel to go on a date with a woman who’s taller? It’s not that uncommon, a lot of ladies are using the treatment. Now, he’s not the kind of couple where the man’s 6´3” and the lady is 6´1”, he’s on the side where the man’s the short one. But he wouldn’t call it a “couple”.

But, even if they are not a couple, is this a date? And where are they going? She looks gorgeous! Her hair’s done so nicely, her eyelashes look so good, she’s even wearing eye-shadow! And the dress, the heels, she put effort into this! He’s just wearing his nicest casual clothes. They are not going to a five-star restaurant, right?

“So, where are we going?” He asked, trying to lead the conversation somewhere else that was not him feeling odd due to the height difference.

“It’s a surprise!” She cheered.

“Ok… may I know how to get to the “surprise”? It’ll be easier to drive there if I know where we’re going.” He declared.

“Aww, such a gentleman. No, dear, sorry. I can’t tell you, besides, I’m driving. Now, make sure to lock your car, I’ll drive us both to the… special location.” she declared.

“What?” She’s driving? Ok, now she feels a little overpowered. And it’s not because she’s the one driving, but because she’s taller and that makes it feel as if this was an order.

“You heard me, now let’s get going.” She declared, now walking towards her car.

“But…” 

“No buts, now come. We don’t want the tables to run out, would we?” Fine, she’s driving.

She’s driving, she’s taller, and she made this all seem as if she was giving the orders. No, he doesn’t feel belittled, or overpowered, he’s still trying to process the fact that he’s about to go on a date with a woman who stands taller. And who’s his best friend’s mom, but that’s it.

—

She drove off, she didn’t want him to know where to, this was a surprise! But what kind of surprise?

They are not meeting Dylan, are they? He’s not back home earlier, right? It’ll be a disaster! Then Ben will have no excuse for meeting Melody, and his chances with her will be ruined!

But Dylan would’ve said something, he’s not the kind of guy who doesn’t announce he’s back in town. Unless this is the “surprise”.

He was worried, but later on, she parked at a fancy restaurant, quite fancy. Not to say expensive. 

“Here we are! I found this new place a while ago, but found no one who’d want to come with me. Everyone 's busy. So, I thought, why not come here with you! This is my way to say thank you, for keeping me company. Needless to say, I’m paying, so feel free to pick whatever you want! This one’s on me!” she declared as they entered the place.

“I…”  he had no chance to say anything, she rapidly asked the front desk guy for a table for two, and then she pulled him. Her hand wrapped around his, pulling him as if he felt too shy to move on his own. She was taking the lead, that’s good, right?

Well, he’s not sure how to feel about her paying, but he’ll take the bill when they are done. As for the rest, it’s good to know she feels confident. Dylan said she was kind of depressed, but tonight, she looks radiant! So happy, so excited!

—

What was this like? Well, no one said this was a date, so things were fine on that side. Now, how does it feel to go out with a taller woman? Since they were sitting, and most of the boost in height was down at her feet, he felt just like yesterday, knowing he was taller.

But a part of him couldn’t help but think, how will it be when she no longer needs the heels to be that tall? Dylan said she was going all in, so she was going to grow taller and taller, and who knows how tall she’ll be in the end.

Melody picked the menu, and as he was picking his, she said: “Now, order to your heart’s content. Don’t be shy, ok? This is our special night together.” There it goes, that word again, what does special mean to her? Where will this night end?

—

He ordered steak, with a baked potato.

“And a side of veggies.” She added as the waiter was taking his order. It sounded a little bossy, or maybe maternal? He couldn’t tell.

Later on, after his food arrived, including the side of veggies, a little bit of cream found it’s way to the corner of his lips.

“Honey, you have something… let me get that for you.” He froze as her hand approached his face. With a gentle rub from her thumb, she whipped the cream away. He had no idea what to say.

“Thank you.” Why did she do that?

“Of course, dear.” She smiled. He was curious, was this… mommying? She’s acting like a mother right now.

He could not see it at the moment, but he can see it now.

She drove him here, she made sure he ate his veggies, she cleaned his face! Did anyone else see this? Were people aware of their existence? Everyone’s minding their business, right?

On top of it all, she’ll pay. No, there’s no way. He can’t allow that! It’ll be the only thing he could provide. The meal’s expensive, even her salad costs a lot. Could it be because it’s not just any salad? There’s like half-a-pound of chicken on it. As they instructed, a growing woman needs to eat.

When the check arrives, he’s going to grab it and pay, that’s it. That’s his way to provide anything for this date. But, will she allow it?

—

“The check, please.” She said, and he knew this was his moment.

How was he going to do this? Slip his credit card into the check and throw it at the waiter? Well, in a more civilized way, but that was the plan.

Soon, the check arrived, and he was ready.

The waiter placed it in the middle of the table, and as soon as he left, he moved his hand towards it. He wanted to be fast, but not to rush, he wouldn’t want to seem desperate, but he should’ve rushed. Melody took the check almost at the same time as he did. Maybe first, since she raised it a little before he grabbed it.

“Honey, what are you doing?” she asked with a smile.

“I’d like to pay.” he smiled back.

“Aww, but, Ben, I said I’ll pay.” she said, pulling the check a bit.

“I know, but you’ve done everything! Found the place, drove us here, besides! I eat at your place all the time, maybe it’s time for me to pay back?” he said.

“That’s sweet, but you can get it next time. I invited you here, so I’m paying.” She said, feeling a little frustrated. 

He was amazed by her grip, she was not going to let go, and when he pulled harder, she did the same.

“I don’t think we should be fighting for the check, we’re in public.” She was trying to maintain composure, but she was already feeling upset.

“But, I should pay. It’s the least I can do.” He said.

“Ben, please let go.” She said, clenching her teeth a little.

“Please, I insist!” He said, she was strong, the check’s not moving.

“Ben…” she was loosing it.

“But…” that was it.

“Benjamin! Let go of the check RIGHT NOW!” His heart skipped a beat, he let go, of course.

She yelled at him, Melody has lost it, she was more patient than that, wasn’t she? Could it be the treatment? They said she could be moody sometimes, sudden hormone changes could affect her. But yelling at a restaurant? For a moment, everyone turned, even the waiters were watching, hoping this was not going to get bad.

“Sorry, but you were not letting go.” Her smile was back. Ben felt strange, he just watched her as she placed her credit card on the check and called the waiter.

“Y-yeah…” this was a side of hers new to him. Explosive, unlike her sweet and calm nature. He’s not scared, but he should remember not to get on her bad side.

Things were cool, the waiter picked the check and then everyone turned away. Was this lovely date ruined? Melody’s a bit concerned. Where did that come from? It felt relieving, and in the end she got what she wanted, but that was not the way.

Now, what’s in store for them? Other than a long trip back home. How do they feel after this?