Kasumi's Letter, Part 1 Jeff Hosmer Hello, my name is Tendo Kasumi. I am writing this because my mistress wants me to tell you about my secret life. I hope she doesn't show this to many people. It would be so embarrassing. But I have to do what she says. Why? Because I love her. Where to start? The first inkling I had of my secret life was when I was a little girl, only a thirteen-year-old. This was before Mother passed away. I loved Mother very much and I wanted desperately to be like her. I helped in the cooking (though I was not very good at first) and cleaning and tried to be a good little girl. I didn't play practical jokes like Nabiki or throw tantrums like Akane. (Please excuse me. My mistress says I have to be punished for that last line.) On my thirteenth birthday, Mother took me aside and explained about the birds and the bees. I asked her if she had done it with Father. She said she had. I asked her if she liked it. She said she liked it very much. I told her I wanted to watch her do it. Now, Mother was a very "open" person. She was kind and wise and had her own ideas on how to do things. When I asked her if I could watch, she had blushed and her hand flew to her chest. She kept looking at me in a strange way, until I began to fidget, which was very un-ladylike. Still, she didn't scold me. Finally, she pulled me into a great hug and said she would see what she could do. That night, Mother came into my room after dark, when I was supposed to be asleep. I was not, however, because talking to Mother had raised all sorts of strange feelings in my body. They were especially strong "down there" and in my breasts, which were still small at the time. I was rubbing the spots, trying to see why they felt funny, but that made them feel even stranger. It was summer time, and Mother was only wearing a light silk robe. She stood in the door, looking at me for a time, then smiled and said her little girl was growing up. Then she took me by the hand and led me to her and Father's room. Quietly, she put me in the closet and cautioned me not to make a sound. Then she closed the door a bit. She left it open just a crack, so I could see out. Then she left the room. She returned moments later with Father. They were both giggling and holding on to each other. Mother whispered something into Father's ear and he turned on her and lifted her into his strong arms. He knelt by the bed and placed her there, then pulled on the sash keeping her robe closed. I remember thinking how beautiful Mother was lying there, the robe open and revealing her pale skin. Her breasts were large, as large as mine are now, but she always seemed more doll-like and fragile than I and my sisters. Father just stared at her for a long time, then reached out to stroke her breast. He seemed to have some sort of bulge in his pants, and I remember staring at it, thinking of all the things Mother had told me. The strange feelings had come back, and my hand was rubbing me "down there" through my nightgown. Mother had noticed the bulge as well, and giggled about it. Then she had undone Father's pants and revealed what was causing it. Oh my, it was so big. I couldn't believe Mother had that inside her. I tried to imagine the feeling. My breasts tingled and I could feel a dampness down between my legs. It was staining my panties. I didn't care. Mother had opened Father's shirt as well, and I couldn't help but stare at his muscles. They were big as well. I thought with a panic that he might crush Mother in a hug, and then I thought of him hugging me. That made my hand fly over "down there" in such hast I thought for sure Mother and Father would hear the sound. Father's--well, I suppose I should call it a penis, but my mistress likes the term cock better, and I will admit that I like how it sounds, too--cock was so hard and stiff now that it was bumping into Mother. So she took it in her hand ad was stroking it. She turned him around slightly, so I could see better. She had to open her mouth really wide to take it in. I licked my lips and tried to open them as much as she did, trying to wrap my lips around an imaginary cock. I think I came then, for the first time, for everything got all tingly and I almost lost my balance. I knew that Father must not hear me, so I sat as quietly as I could and tried to get control of myself. Soon, the feelings in me had died down, and I could look out the door again. Father was now lying on the futon, totally naked. I gasped slightly at the sight. His cock was pointing straight up in the air, bobbing slightly. Mother was standing over him, her robe lying on the floor nearby. As I watched, she slowly lowered herself on him. His massive cock slid inside her and she threw her head back, letting out small cries of pleasure. Then she began to move up and down. I could see Father's cock pushing inside her, stretching her. I fingered myself again, those feeling returning, and tried to imagine that cock inside me. As I watched Mother make love--fuck, my mistress says I should use the word fuck--fuck Father, I suddenly took my first step into my secret life. I have said how much I wanted to be like Mother. Now, I wanted to BE Mother and fuck Father. Mother does it, why shouldn't I? It was a naughty, wicked thought, but I still had it. I thought about it being me moving up and down over Father as I fingered myself to a second orgasm. I fell asleep then. Mother had to wake me quietly later and take me back to my own room. I wanted to tell her I wanted to fuck Father, but I was too sleepy then. Later, when I told her, she seemed dismayed, saying it wasn't right and tried to explain why. She had that look again, however, and simply said that I wasn't old enough to have sex yet. It was true, Mother had said it. But that look promised me that she would see if she could make my fantasy come true when I was old enough. Mother died of cancer before that could happen, and I found myself becoming her, taking her role in all ways except the one I really wanted. Father was so distraught, any mention of Mother would send him into tears. I knew I had to be gentle with him. Another problem was that I had no experience with fucking (I really am blushing now, but my mistress says it looks cute on me, so I must put up with it.) I wanted to please Father as Mother pleased him. How could I get the experience? The answer came when Tofu-sama took up his practice. Excuse me. My Mistress wants me to service her now, as my writing has made her very hot. She is standing over me, watching me write this now, with her switch in hand, and I can hardly wait for her to punish me for taking so long.