EroticReverie

*commissioned*
The next morning Carrie is up before I am, and downstairs already. I stretch in her bed and yawn as I reach for my phone ad check my messages.

I smirk at Ella’s name in my texts.

“Really liked the movie.”

“Can’t wait to watch it again.”

I bite my lip and smile at my phone. I can’t believe I had phone sex with Carrie’s mom, while sitting across from her on the couch last night.

I was definitely bisexual, but didn’t know about Ella, was she experimenting? Just having phone fun? Was she bi too?

“Where r u? I texted back.

I waited a minute.

“At the gym.” she types back a few minutes later.

“Send a pic.” I type.

“lol no. I’m sweaty, and a mess” she says.

“I don’t care. I bet you look hot.” I type.

I chew my lip and slide my hand between my legs and rub myself through the sleep shorts I have on thinking about my friends mother, and how hot she looked touching herself across from me last night. I imagined myself touching her, tasting her, licking her, kissing her. My hand pressed more firmly against the shorts, until I could feel the wet spot dampening them.

My phone pinged and I opened my messages and grinned at the picture.

Shed gone into the gym bathroom and sent a mirror pic.

She was wearing capri length workout pants that were a plum color, with a matching workout top, that fit like a sports bra, but unfortunately covered her tummy.

“Like I said. You look hot.” I type.

“Send more.” I typed.

“Turn around, show me what your ass looks like in those pants.” I type.

“Blair!” she types.

“Do it Ella.” I type.

I picture her nervously chewing her nails or lip in the gym bathroom.

I smile when a minute later I get a photo of the mirror, with her back to it, her ponytail hanging down the middle of her back , phone held up to get an angle down her back of her ass.

“I just woke up and I’m already wet Ella.” I say.

“Send more pictures.” I type.

“I’m rubbing my pussy to them.” I type.

“This might be a bad idea.” she types.

“I don’t want nudes. Just more of you.” I type.

“The first time I see you naked, will be in person.” I type.

“Blair!” She types and I smirk at the phone.

I hit a few buttons and lift the phone to my ear, rubbing my cunt through my shorts in my friends bed as her mother answers the phone.

“Blair!” she whisper yells into the phone.

“Mmmhmm. It’s me” I say with a little giggle in my voice, but then moan slightly as my fingers slip down into the shorts now.

“Come home Ella” I whisper.

“Blair I..I don’t really know if I should be doing this with you...if Carrie ever finds out” she says.

“She won’t. Now stop it and touch yourself for me.” I moan into the phone.

“I’m already touching my pussy Ella.....I woke up thinking about last night...and just had to play with my pussy...to touch it.....rub it....fuck it..” I moan as I slide my finger into myself.

“Blair” she whispers, and almost sounds desperate.

“Ella” I whisper her name with a little moan.

“I‘m fingering myself Ella, what aren’t you doing the same?” I ask.

“Because Im at the gym” she whispers.

“Go into a shower.....or a bathroom stall.....and fuck your pussy with me Ella...I know you’re horny...and getting so fucking wet.”I moan.

“my god Blair” she says.

“Ella” I pant her name, my fingers moving in a out of my pussy.

“have you ever fucked a female Ella?” I ask.

After a moment, I smirk, when i hear a metal door shut.

“No” she answers.

“How would you like for me to fuck you Ella?” I ask.

I hear her gasp.

“I- I don’t know” she says.

“What are you doing right now Ella?” I make sure to keep saying her name.

“I’m in a stall” she says and I hear a slight whoosh of air over the phone, as she exhales.

“And where is your other hand Ella?” I ask.

“Someone could hear” she whispers.

“Are you touching yourself for me?” I ask.

“Yes.” she answers.

“Over your clothes or under?” I ask.

“Under” she answers as another exhale blows through the phone.

“Mmmm, good girl Ella” i purr and I hear a slight moan on her end and grin and bite my lip.

“You looked so fucking sexy last night Ella...touching yourself for me....getting off for me...rubbing that wet cunt.” I say and hear her sharply inhale and then let out a tiny moan.

“Rub your clit for me” I command her.

“Are you rubbing it?” I ask.

“Yes” she hisses and moans slightly.

“Now slide that finger down and slip it into yourself...finger yourself for me...fuck yourself Ella...” I moan.

I hear her breathing rapidly.

“Harder than that Ella” i instruct her.

She gasps and I hear her struggle to keep quiet.

“I want to hear how wet you are Ella, pull your pants down and finger your cunt for me with the phone next to your pussy” I say.

She moans. “Blair” she whimpers quietly.

“Do it now.” I moan.

I rub my clit faster, hearing her move, and adjust herself , shuffling noises and then I arch my back when I heard the sound.

“oh fuck” I moan to myself, I rub my clit faster, so turned on at how sexy it is knowing shes touching herself in a public place for me. That she’s just as turned on as I am. She sounds so fucking sexy, the wet noises of her pussy getting fingered.

“It’s so wet” her voice comes over the line as the sound of her pussy fades.

“I want to taste you” I moan. She does too.

“I want to taste you, and feel how wet I get you with my tongue.” I say.

She moans. “Oh God Blair” she whispers quietly.

“Would you like for me to eat your pussy Ella?” I moan.

She moans. “Yes” she says breathlessly, and so quiet.

“Cum with me now Ella, and when you get home, I’ll make you cum again.” I say. 

“Blair” she moans.

“Don’t stop Ella, god don’t stop...cum with me...just like we did last night....I can’t wait to put my hands on you...to touch your body...lick and kiss every inch of you and suck those gorgeous tits.” I moan. Ella does too.

“I’m so close” she whimpers quietly , her heavy breathing coming through the phone.

“I want to fuck you so bad Ella” I moan.

“I want to lick and suck your clit while your pussy soaks my chin, while you sit on my face” I tell her and I can tell from the noises she makes that she’s cumming.

I moan her name as I force myself to cum. I rub faster, chasing my orgasm.

“I need to taste you Ella” I moan into the phone and snap my legs shut on my hand as I rub my clit, making myself cum, legs shaking and groan.

She's gasping on the other end of the phone and I moan freely as my fingers push against my clit for more.

"oh my god" I hear Blair breathe into the phone after a moment.

"mmmm" I purr on the line. 'I wish I was there to suck on your pussy and lick you clean" I say.

"jesus" she breathes. "Where did you learn to talk like this Blair?"

I grin while rubbing my pussy slightly, feeling myself twitch as I stroke my sensitive clit with my fingers.

"I don't know...I just say what I want to do...what I'm picturing" I say.

"You're...very good at it." She says.

"I promise my mouth is even better at other things." I say, knowing she can hear my grin on my face through my voice.

She hums slightly.

"I think you should let me show you sometime...soon." I say, biting my lip, wondering how pissed Carrie would be if she knew I was having phone sex with her mom, and hitting on her, trying to get into her pants.

"I'm not sure that would be appropriate" Ella says.

"Why is that?" I ask sliding my hand out of my shorts.

"You're my daughters friend....you're young" she says.

"Those are both terrible excuses for not letting me fuck you with my mouth Ella" I say.

I hear a slight gasp. "Blair" she says, her voice some kind of warning.

"Carrie won't know...and I'm legal Ella. That's all that matters." I say into the phone.

"I don't know" she says and I hear her shuffling, a stall door creak open and her breathe into the phone as she walks through the gym bathroom. I hear the water run.

"I have to finish my work out Blair." she says.

"I'll be here waiting for you." I say.

"Goodbye Blair." she says quietly and I smirk when she ends the call.

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Carrie and I actually take off for a bit, to go meet up with a few of our friends just to hang out.

I debate sending Ella texts the entire time we're gone, but I don't because she doesn't message me.

It's about 6pm when we get back to Carrie's. I see Ella's car parked out front when we pull in and feel a need blossom between my thighs. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her.

I follow Carrie inside to just grab my things from her room. Ella is in the kitchen, wearing a plum colored maxi dress that's loose and does nothing for her insanely fuckable mom bod. But I feel that need blossom further when I see the way the thin fabric hangs over her breasts, her nipples poking out , saying hello when she turns to us.

I can tell there's a slight awkwardness to her, not knowing how to act, but Carrie doesnt notice as she kisses her mom on the cheek and whips open the fridge for water.

Ella looks at me. "Hi Girls" she says as she normally greets us and I smirk.

"Hi" I say as I walk into the kitchen, closely passing by her, as Carrie turns and offers me a bottle of water as well.

"How was your workout today mom?" Carrie says in an almost teasing voice and nudge her mother. "Did Jesse help you stretch again?" she waggles her brows at her mother.

Ella looks to me and laughs nervously.

"No, he wasn't there today" Ella says, swallowing and turning to the bowl where shes tossing a Caesar salad for their dinner.

"Jesse?" I ask as Ella blushes down at the bowl.

Carrie answers me.

"He's this guy mom thinks is super hot, and he's been totally hitting on her at the gym lately. I keep telling her to ask him out." Carrie swigs her water, picking a piece of romaine from the bowl and stuffing it her mouth. Ella swats her hand and Carrie laughs.

"I'm not his type" Ella shakes her head and sets the tongs down, grabbing the bowl and bringing it to the table. I smile at Carrie as she rolls her eyes at her mom's excuse.

"You're definitely his type mom. You're totally hot! " Carrie says trying to hype up her mother. Ella blushes even more and it's rather adorable to watch a 40 something year old woman blush like that.

Ella is shaking her head as she grabs a plate of grilled chicken and a small dish of grated parm cheese and carries it to the table.

"Tell her Blair!" Carries fusses. "She doesnt believe me. She's a total babe right?!" Carrie says and Ella's eyes look up to me, and I smirk.

"Definitely a babe" I say, looking at her.

"See!" Carrie exclaims turning to her mother, and I keep my eyes on Ella, looking up and down her body and I might be wrong, but I swear her nipples get even harder under that dress as my eyes get to them a second time.

Ella clears her throat. "Well thank you, both of you" she says and tucks her hair behind her ears and walks back into the kitchen. She clears her throat nervously again and then looks to me as she reaches to the cabinet. She stops.

"Will you be joining us for dinner Blair? There's enough." she says.

Carrie is already walking to the dining room table. My eyes watch her daughter as she sits in the shair with her back to us.

"Sure." I say and lift my hand to hers on the cabinet door. I watch her tense, she looks behind her at Carrie, who has her back turned then back to me.

"Let me grab those for you" I say, my voice completely clear of any flirtatious tone. But I step behind her , pressing my chest to her back, with her between me and the counter as I reach forward, my face near hers, my nose against her hair on the side of her face.

I reach for the wooden salad bowls.

"You smell amazing" I whisper against her hair near her ear. I hear her breath hitch and I lower the salad bowls to the counter. I look to the side, Carrie thumbing through her phone at the table. I place my hand on Ella's hip and she turns her head to look at Carrie too, and then over her shoulder at me. I grin and place my other hand on the opposite hip.

"I wish I could lay you on your dining room table and spread your legs." I whisper. I feel her shiver, my hands slip upward to her waist.

I can her her nervous gulp as gently nudge her hair back and place a kiss where her neck meet her shoulder, I tongue her skin, gliding my tongue up along her neck, half way before she jerks away and spins and looks at me, glaring back and forth between me and her daughter with her back turned.

I grin and grab the bowls and give her an up and down look.

"It looks so good"  I say.

Carrie agrees with an mhmm, thinking I'm talking about the salad. I watch her mother swallow hard again.

I walk the bowls to the table and look over my shoulder at Ella, collecting herself, her skin flushed. I look to her chest, and yes. Her nipples are definitely harder now than they were before.