Like Mother, Like Daughter

When my mom gets really upset with us, she says that she was never as stubborn and wild as my sister and I are. She says she and her sister —aunt Olivia— behaved very well. And she wonders why we can’t be like them. But I know the truth and all I can say is “like mother, like daughter”.

You see, like many million Americans, we live in a house which has a tree next to it. It happens that such a tree gives me the perfect way to leave the house without my parents’ knowledge. And, since I’m not a selfish person, I gladly take my sister Melany with me.

Lately, we’ve been going to several bondage parties. The boys buy ropes, we split into couples, and we try to do the sexiest, funniest scene, and earn a prize (which is usually a drink.) Now, I don’t think we’re actually very good at bondage, just two or three of the whole group have done some research about Shibari and all that stuff. What I do know is that we have lots of fun, and sometimes things get sexy, which is good, too.

My mom got really upset when she heard about these parties. And she threatened us with tons of house chores if we ever left the house without her permission again. But aunt Olivia told us that they used to escape, too —the house belonged to my grandparents—, and that my mother was a party animal back in the day.

Of course, we can’t tell mom that aunt Olivia told us about her wild getaways and her awful handling of liquor, but it does make me feel better to know that she also liked having fun. After all, like mother, like daughter, right?

This is my Shibari story.