Cheeky Family Pillow Fight

Maddy May's worried about Pristine Edge. Ever since the divorce, the old Pristine vanished. Now she's mopey, sharp-edged, tired. Maddy aches to see her stepmom laughing again. She leans into the bedroom one afternoon and suggests a movie, lunch, shopping. Pristine barely looks up. Maddy snatches a pillow and cracks it across Pristine's ass. Pristine freezes, then the corner of her mouth lifts. A wild grin lights her face. She grabs another pillow and swings. They bounce across the mattress, shrieking, swapping hits, breathing fast. Then Pristine lands a sharp swat on Maddy's rear. Heat rushes through Maddy. Pristine catches both cheeks, pulls them open, and Maddy moans, "Don't stop." Pristine's eyes darken. Fingers trace, linger, press. Soft giggles slide into gasps. Pillows scatter. Clothes tug aside. Pristine's tongue finds Maddy's core, slow and wet. She licks deeper, wet sounds filling the room. Maddy reaches back, grabs Pristine's hair, pulls her closer. Pristine sucks, bites lightly, then slides two fingers inside. Maddy arches and comes hard, thighs shaking. They roll again. Now Maddy's tongue works between Pristine's legs while she grinds against Pristine's thigh. Pristine gasps her stepdaughter's name, hips bucking, nails scraping the sheet. Sweat beads on her stomach. She comes with a low, broken cry. When they finally sprawl on the tangled sheets, Pristine smiles for the first time in months, lighter and warm. Maddy grins against her shoulder, already plotting the next pillow.