Be Each Other's Cheerleaders

Spencer Scott walks in with her stepson Apollo Banks dragging his feet. The kid bombed the big basketball game. He can't stop beating himself up about every bad pass and every brick he put up. By the end the girls on their own squad looked ready to strangle him. Spencer tries talking him off the ledge, saying everybody fucks up once in a while, but Apollo's still moping about those pissed-off cheerleaders. That's when a wicked little grin hits her face. She tells him to stay put, jogs upstairs, and comes back down wearing her old cheer uniform—tiny pleated skirt, cropped top, the whole thing. Apollo's mouth hits the floor. Spencer launches into a bouncy little routine, pom-poms shaking, skirt flipping, just enough to crack a smile out of him. Smiling's not enough for her. She drops the pom-poms, peels off the top, and straddles him on the couch. Her hand dives straight between his legs, fingers wrapping around his cock while her other hand slips under her own skirt, working her pussy wet and ready. She strokes him hard, then sinks down onto him, riding with the same peppy energy she used for the cheers. Apollo flips her onto her back, fingers pumping inside her while she moans loud, legs spread wide in the tiny skirt. She keeps urging him on—dirtier, deeper—until he pulls out and paints her face with a thick, hot load. Cum drips down her cheeks and lips, and she licks what she can reach, still grinning like the perfect stepmom cheerleader.