Your family invites you for jogging [family on]

You take a rest from your writting and message your wife. "How is it going, Pam?".

"Fine... Fine... It's just... I miss you. I know you visited yesterday but it'not the same. It's not enough."

"Yeah, I know, I know exactly how it is. I've... I've been feeling the same. I miss your pressence in this house, your support, your company when I go to sleep, your warmth, your love. Even those noisy boys and girl. How are they?"

"They're barely going forward, they miss their father. Austin being the oldest is trying to lighten everyone's mood, supporting his brother and sister. He suggested for some family sports, you know, to stimulate good mood hormones."

"About that... I've also been missing doing some sport, going to the gym... Should I join? I mean, it being a family thing and me being... well, you know."

"I do. But I still want you to come."

20 minutes later, there you are, wearing some feminine, tight top and sport pants, you don't even know how it's called, leggins?, yoga pants? Is there even a difference. You like how it looks on you, though, Fiona had some serious ass you have to admit. As you poke your head out your door, you're greeted by the sight of your family: Pam and your unknowingly sons and daughter.

"Good afternoon, miss Fiona," Sara says, "It might be a little too early for jogging, a little too hot, as we planned for an evening jog, but mom said you are busy with your book, so..." Sara cuts the sentence shor and smiles, "Never mind, glad you'll be joining us, miss Fiona. You look great on your sport outfit!"

"Well, well, what a polite girl. You're lovely too, Sara. Your parent raised you just right." You can't hold your prideful part. Even if it comes off partially as a dark joke.

Not wanting the conversation to stir into your presumed ****, Austin intercedes "Yeah, Sara is right. You look great." then, he looks away, an slight blush on his cheeks.

"Ye... Yeah yo... you're rocking that outfit m... miss Fiona." Mark manages to sttuter eyes going from your face to your cleavage and back to your eyes.

After a few minutes walk that feels like a workout already, giving the temperature, you reach a park. It has abundant trees, hence abundant shadow, or so you hope as sweat slips down your cleavage, making it feel itchy, almost burning, far worse than you remeber it feeling on any of your male body fat folds. As you all start jogging under the trees shadows, you palyfully slap the the young ones shoulder and let them lead and distance themselves to grant yourself and Pam some semblance privacy. Discreetly, Pam takes your hand in hers as you both slow down your jog. You two barely exchange any word, no need to speak them, you know how much miss and need each other. You just caress each other every time you are a safe distance from the kids.

After enjoying some degree of intimacy, you both match the kids speed and join them. They feel good for being able to scape from the mourning together, for a while. And you feel good to be able to have your family back, in a way and for a while. There is smile, there is laugh, even if mixed with sorrow and guilt. It's not perfect, but is the best you can aspire to for now. Eventually, the jog comes to a halt, as you are all gasping for air, except for Mark, as he is the youngest and has more stamina. He rest his head on his arms crossed behind his hear and puts on a self satisfied smirk as he walks to a kiosk to bring you all some Powerade.

After Mark is back, you excuse yourself and walk towards a public toilet After a split second of doubt, you enter the woman's. The construction is not very good quality, but at least, it is clean. You choose a stall and lower your pants as you sit on the toilet. You realease your sphincter and let go, feeling not so different as peeing as a man, except... you look right, nothing, then left and find the paper, you grab some and start to wipe your pussy. Then, as you turn back to the front, the stall' door opens and Pam enters, closing behind her as she sits on your bare lap and kisses you. You respond as your right hand grabs the back of her head and press her head against yours, you get aroused, your arousal feeling different from a man's as blood fills your lips and clit. "I've never been with a woman, I hope it's not to late to start." Pam says as she removes your left hand, still holding the toilet paper, from your groin and starts to stimulate you pussy. Her other hand pulls your now free left hand to her groin. You respond by masaging her clith through layers of clothing.

You both moan into each other mouth as you mutually masturbate each other. You feel your nipples get hard and start to grind them on hers, even with both your clothes in between. "Fi... finger me." You say, excited, but somewhat ashamed of your new sexality. "Mmmmm..." you moan as Pam obliges. Your hand slips inside her pants and touches her wet pussy directly, making Pam moan into the non-stopping kiss. "I've missed this." You redouble your efforts and you, being more experienced stimulating the female anatomy than her, make her come undone under your touch. But, as she shakes on your lap, you hear something, so you poke your head out of the stall to see someones's nape as they flee, it's: