Let's become prostitutes together.

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In 2011, I was 18, my mother was 36, and my grandmother was 55.
My family and Panqing's family were very close; we always helped each other out. So when
we moved to New Taipei City, we chose two adjacent street-front shops.
It was a red-light district, and of course, being new to a new place and doing this kind of business, it was impossible without connections
from both the legal and illegal worlds . I heard from the adults in both families that they had used their connections to find
a local gangster in New Taipei City to help them find the shops and protect both of us. They called this man "Brother Yiming," and
later Panqing and I called him "Uncle Yiming."
As soon as we moved to New Taipei City, Panqing and I couldn't wait to go to Taipei. We knew before
that Taipei wasn't like our poor, remote area; it was a real city that never sleeps and had many fun things to do. Now that
we were here, we hadn't even settled in for a few days when Panqing and I dressed up nicely and took the bus hand in hand to
downtown Taipei.
Both sets of parents said we'd grown up. I remember when we were leaving, they repeatedly
reminded us to be careful on the road, to bring our cell phones, and to be careful not to nag us. They told us that people in Taipei weren't
as innocent as those back home; the people were diverse and society was chaotic. They warned us not to talk to anyone who tried to talk to us on the street, and
to call home or the police if anything happened. We thought they were being too nagging and hurriedly
left home to go shopping in Taipei. While we were shopping, my mom, grandma, and Panqing's mom
stayed home to mind the shop. We wanted to ask them to come along, but they said that if they missed a day of business,
they would lose a lot of customers. In the end, they gave us a lot of pocket money and told us to go on our own.
Panqing and I had a blast that day, holding hands. We went to Zhongxiao East Road and walked all the way to Taipei's
East District . It was the first time we'd seen Taipei 101 in person. We took lots of pictures, but apart from having some light meals
, we didn't buy anything. We knew that our families worked hard to earn money and didn't want to
waste it on ourselves.
When we returned, we were empty-handed. The adults from both families asked if we had bought any clothes or
cosmetics , and we both said that prices were too high and we couldn't afford anything. They laughed and called us two
silly, pretty girls.
Later, the adults from both families gradually stopped being as secretive about what we did, because we were older now,
and they wanted us to start learning how to entertain clients and how to be prostitutes. Panqing's mother and I gave us
some website addresses and told us to watch them when we had time. One day, Panqing and I sat in the room, turned on
the computer , and entered those addresses. After that, it was like a window opened for us. Because of our upbringing
, neither of us blushed while watching, but these videos seemed to activate our private parts.
I didn't dare ask Panqing how she felt, but my own genitals became completely wet. I was drawn into each
video, fantasizing that I was the female protagonist. My legs involuntarily clamped together, and
my genitals began to strain, trying to squeeze out an indescribable, tingling sensation.
Actually, I had occasionally felt this way before, but I didn't understand why I
felt , what it was, and even wondered if I was sick. After watching these videos, I
slowly realized what this feeling was. I searched online and slowly understood that this was
a woman 's instinctive sexual impulse and desire.
Not long after, I learned more, and I learned how to release this feeling on my own—through masturbation.
During that period, it seemed like my brain was being bombarded with information about this. One day, I thought to myself, I'm so
glad I was born into this kind of family, because we can talk about sex without the taboos that other families have. We
can naturally and honestly let this primal female pleasure erupt without any concealment.
After that, whenever guests came to my house and brought my mother, grandmother, or both of them to the inner
studio , when I heard their moans, my underwear would get even wetter.
Images of my mother, grandmother, or them being fucked by men would involuntarily float into my mind.
When I couldn't bear it anymore, I would hide in the bathroom, secretly pull down my soaked underwear, and frantically
rub , just like I learned in the movies. Soon after
, a jolt of electricity would spread from my genitals to my whole body. I would convulse, and I knew I had reached orgasm.
At first, I would only sneak into the bathroom to masturbate every few days when my grandma and mom were both working.
Later became more and more frequent, eventually reaching the point where I needed to do it every day. Eventually, whenever my underwear got wet, I would run to
the bathroom to secretly release the urge. However, the opportunities for my grandma and mom to work at the same time were extremely rare, so these
times were incredibly torturous for me, as I wanted to masturbate but couldn't.
Later, when I really couldn't hold back anymore, what could I do? If my mom went inside to work, I would deliberately sit behind my grandma,
cover my legs with a blanket, and secretly slip my hand under the blanket to gently masturbate. But I dared not climax,
afraid of making a sound and letting my grandma hear. Even though I grew up in that environment, I still had a
girlish sense of shame. If my grandma went inside to work and my mom sat by the door, I would
similarly hide behind her and secretly masturbate under the blanket. I kept thinking, "Hurry up and let another
man , or let a man call my mom and grandma inside at the same time." If that happened, I
felt incredibly happy, telling myself that the time to climax had finally come.
As I watched more and more pornography, I soon discovered more and more content.
I found that the old content was no longer satisfying, and my sexual fantasies became increasingly bizarre. From
regular sex films, I explored oral sex, anal sex, semen drinking, general sadomasochism, and even female slaves licking
feet, penetrating dragons, drinking urine, and even lesbian relationships, female slaves eating feces, and group sex. I was completely indiscriminate;
each category could arouse different sexual urges and desires in me.
I was also wondering what Pan Qing was thinking, and what level she had reached in these things, but
we never talked about anything too deep about sex. Often, when we touched on the topic
, we would blush and laugh shyly.
As I masturbated more and more frequently, as I mentioned earlier, I would hide whenever my grandmother and mother went in together.
When I went into the restroom, my grandma and mom noticed something was wrong with me. Why? Because when I hid in the restroom,
no one was watching the shop. If a customer came in, they would shout from the lobby, "Is anyone there?" I
would frantically pull up my underwear and shout from the restroom, "Someone, please wait a moment!" My mom and grandma
would , but after a while, they would hear me quite often.
Once, my grandmother was called inside to work by a man. As I was pulling the blanket over my legs behind my mother,
she turned around and smiled at me. I remember deliberately looking left and right, pretending
nothing had happened. Later, my grandmother noticed. My hand
was pulled up to my stomach under the blanket, completely inside my underwear. Unlike my mother, who
just and pulled the blanket off my legs. I was
incredibly embarrassed, while my grandmother almost burst out laughing. She jokingly told me to go to the bathroom, saying my underwear was soaking wet
, and that customers coming in later would be yelling. My face turned bright red, from my neck
to pouted and lowered my head, wishing I could disappear into the ground.
My grandmother remembered this incident. When my mother came out, she and my grandmother laughed and recounted what had happened
. They both teased me in the store about how I had learned to sneak food under the blanket.
I usually sleep in a separate room because sometimes guests stay overnight. But this day,
no guests were staying, so my mom and grandma invited me to sleep in their room with them. My family
rents a shop on the street, and the back is huge, with four rooms in total. When there are no guests, my mom and
grandma sleep in the room with the biggest bed, which can easily fit three or four people. Without thinking too much,
I took my blanket and pillow and went to their room.
Grandma smiled and asked me how I liked the videos on those websites. Coupled with what had just happened, I pouted,
too embarrassed to say anything. Although I grew up in the red-light district, apart from the
website addresses they gave me that year, my grandma and mom had never directly talked to me about sex. The
fact that they suddenly brought it up today made me instinctively blush with embarrassment.
Actually, I'd overheard customers asking them if they could "do it with me," but they'd all flatly refused.
No matter how much money the customers offered, they resolutely wouldn't agree. Even when customers asked me to just sit
inside and watch, they still refused.
My grandmother and mother sat on the bed in the bedroom and said to me, "I know our family situation. Do you want
to continue this family business?" I remember pouting and lowering my head, only managing to say two words: "I'm willing." Actually, I had
so much more to say, but I was too shy to express it. My grandmother smiled and nodded at me, telling me that if
I was willing, she would teach me how to be a prostitute starting today. She also told me that this job wasn't easy, and I shouldn't
underestimate it. It wasn't as simple as just lying down and making money. She also told me to observe
how they interacted with everyone. She spoke very seriously, reminding me of my school teachers. I
nodded, hugging my pillow. It was the first time these words had come from their mouths, and I felt incredibly embarrassed.
They looked at me and then burst into laughter, saying that I was already 18 years old in the blink of an eye, time really flies. After
they finished laughing and talking, they told me to sit on the bed. My grandmother gave my mother a look, and my mother, wearing only
black transparent lace panties, smiled at me and lay down in the middle of the bed. However, she didn't lie down completely;
she propped up a few pillows under her head and slightly raised her upper body. Then, with
a smile, curled up her two long, white legs, spread them apart, and placed her hand on the crotch of her panties,
slowly rubbing it.
I remember being completely dumbfounded and incredibly embarrassed. My grandmother noticed my expression, leaned over, and
gently hugged me from behind, holding me in her arms. She smiled and said, "Don't you like masturbating?
Well, today's first lesson for me is masturbation. Don't be shy. Just treat it like a performance on stage.
Our job is to perform for our customers. The bed is our stage. Whatever we do
is acting for our customers, interacting with them. If they're satisfied, they'll give us money, and we'll have more repeat customers." My grandmother
also reminded me never to develop any feelings for our customers. An actor must perform their role well, but they must never
get too caught up in the role. This is the most basic code of conduct for a prostitute. Otherwise, she'll be dragged down by her customers until she's physically and mentally broken,
unable to continue, and ultimately die on the spot.
My grandmother also told me that sex is just like eating every day; there's nothing to be ashamed of or
embarrassed about. Our family gathers at the table every day to eat and drink. If I feel sexually
aroused , I don't need to hide it under a blanket. We're all family; there's nothing to be afraid
of. Every night when she wants to masturbate, she does it in her bedroom in front of my mother. If my mother wants to, she masturbates
openly in front of my grandmother.
Although my grandmother said this, I felt I needed to process her words. I knew there was a deep truth in
her words. I didn't reply. My grandmother continued speaking softly to me
while I watched my mother masturbate and moan in front of me.
My mother looked at me with hazy eyes. Her long, wavy hair did not obscure her face.
Her slender fingers gently and skillfully rubbed and danced between her legs at the crotch of her underwear. Gradually,
the moans I had heard earlier in the hallway came from deep in her throat. I knew these moans
were not from pain, but from the involuntary vocalizations caused by the pleasure in her genitals. My
genitals, which had been holding back an orgasm all day, inexplicably became even wetter. I felt streams of viscous
liquid slowly flowing down from deep within my vagina, merging into a thin, warm trickle that soaked into
the crotch of my underwear, forming a small puddle the size of a coin.
I felt my labia involuntarily opening, as if trying to breathe something, as if I longed to
swallow something. My grandmother, who was gently holding me from behind, slowly and gently
lifted , softly rubbing my budding breasts. It was a soft touch, a gentle rub.
A very low groan escaped my throat, and my two slender, jade-like thighs pressed tightly
together again.
"Look at your mother, isn't she a filthy slut?" Grandma whispered to me.
I really didn't know how to answer her. Grandma just smiled at me with her head down, looked at my mother and said, "Filthy slut
, take off your panties and let Shanshan see your horny cunt..."
My mother said softly to Grandma with a moan, "Yes, Mom, I know...
Shanshan, come see Mom's horny cunt... Mom is horny... Mom is a filthy slut..." As she spoke,
my mother lifted her big buttocks in front of me and
took off her panties, which were already soaked and stuck to her labia majora.
A woman's unique hormonal scent lingered lightly near my nose, pungent and slightly
elusive. My mother used her hands to spread her two light black, plump, fleshy labia majora, revealing her
tender pink vulva. My mother's entire vulva was glistening with moisture. A thick, curly pubic hair,
like hair soaked in glue, lay flat on both sides of her labia majora, eventually converging at her pubic bone. This was the first time I
had seen a woman's vulva so clearly, and it was my own mother's vulva. I knew
I came from this place, and for some reason, I felt a special desire for that part of my mother's body.
My grandmother reached out and touched the black lace panties that my mother had just pulled off her buttocks, opening them in front of me to
reveal the crotch of the panties, which was covered in vaginal secretions. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: I wanted to use
my tongue to lick the glistening secretions on my mother's panties, illuminated by the light, and
I wanted to lick between my mother's parted, wet labia. Images from pornographic websites kept flashing
through my mind.
Just as I was thinking about all this, Grandma grabbed my hand and pressed it against the crotch of her underwear.
I touched an unexpected wetness; my vaginal secretions had completely soaked through the crotch of my
underwear
could masturbate whenever I wanted, and that guests would sometimes ask us, three generations of us, to perform masturbation together
. Grandma also told me not to be shy, and that sex was like eating and drinking every day.
Our family gathers around the table every day to eat and talk, and we can openly talk about sex and
share the pleasures of sex.
Seeing that I was still hesitant, Grandma took my hand and told me to rub it against my crotch.
I finally couldn't resist anymore. My hand was too strong for Grandma to hold, and looking at my naked
mother masturbating in front of me, I sat in Grandma's lap and started masturbating. My mother and I moaned together. My grandmother pulled down her skin-colored
shapewear, revealing her already soaked crotch. She
gently placed the crotch, glistening with sticky fluid, to my mother's nose and mouth. My mother, smelling the voluptuous scent of my grandmother's underwear, went from slowly rubbing her genitals
to frantically massaging them. My mother's hands were covered in the love fluid that flowed endlessly from deep within her vagina.
My grandmother released me and lay on the bed on her side, opposite to my mother's.
My grandmother's hands embraced my mother's waist. My mother turned to her side, and my grandmother buried her head
between my mother's legs. My mother's two snow-white thighs squeezed my grandmother's head tightly. I saw my grandmother sticking out
her tongue and licking my mother's labia.
On the other side, my mother's head was also tightly held between my grandmother's legs. My mother also stuck out her tongue and used her sexy lips
to suck on my grandmother's juicy and sexy private parts. Although my grandmother was fifty-five years old, she was very well-maintained
and looked like a mature woman in her forties. My grandmother's genitals did not show any signs of aging. They were intertwined in front of me
, performing oral sex on each other. Finally, with our screams and moans, my mother, grandmother, and I all convulsed
in unison . Three generations of us had orgasmed, right in my bedroom in this brothel.
After this "lesson," I was more open than before, but my grandmother and mother told me that what I had just done was just
a performance. Sex is an instinct, but it should not be taken to extremes. Although we were prostitutes, we were still women and
should not do things that would make others look down on us. After that, my mother and grandmother never masturbated in front of me again. Just as
they told me, those were all lessons for me, and I should look at it with a normal mindset.
After that, whenever my mother or grandmother and I were minding the shop in the foyer, my grandmother would
sometimes ask if I wanted to go to the toilet when I wanted to masturbate. I would blush and smile, telling her I didn't. She would just
look at me and smile, saying nothing more.
However, when I was minding the shop alone, I would still sneak into the toilet as usual.
When my mother and grandmother were in front of me, I would still cover myself with a blanket. They knew, and we understood each other without saying a word.
I don't know how Panqing's mother taught her, but once I overheard the adults from both families chatting, and I heard that her
mother had also taught her how to masturbate. But when we met, neither of us mentioned
how our elders had taught each other to masturbate. We still went shopping and ran around like before. If anyone
saw , they would never think we were the daughters of a prostitute. They would think we
were just like any other girl on the street, living an ordinary life, except that we were exceptionally good-looking.

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