Papa Ne Mujhe Apni Patni Banaya

Hi main hu Sultanali 37 male. Is kahani ko meri mitra Neeta ne bheja. Agar aapko achchi lage to apna comment bhejna [email protected] or [email protected]

Hello doston mera naam Neeta Kulkarni umra 20 saal hai. Papa ka naam Harishchandra umra 50 aur maa ka naam Laxmi. Hum Mumbai mein rahte the. Ye kahani tab ki hai jab meri maa ka uterus hatane ka operation hua tha. Doctor ki laparwahi se maa ka saara sharir paralyzed ho gaya tha.Papa bahut roye the maa ko is halat mein dekh ke. Unhone doctor par case bhi kiya aur court se hum jeet bhi gaye. Maa ko bahut doctoro se dikhaya magar maa ka halat nahi sudhara. Humne unke liye ek maid rakh di jo unke saare kaam karti thi.
Bed par hi baithe baithe wo susu potty karti thi. Maid jyada kaam karti thi. Kabhi kabhi papa ya mujhe bhi saaf karna padta tha.

Papa ka position sabse kharab rahta. Unhe office bhi dekhna padta tha aur ghar bhi. Maa bhi papa ke saath roti thi. Sach kahu to papa ka sex life bhi khatam ho gaya kyuki doctor ne mana kiya tha ki koi bhi pressure nahi padna chahiye kamar par warna pran ja sakta hi. Waise bhi maa ko kamar ke neeche koi ehsaas nahi rahta tha. Fir din bit te gaye.

Main badi hoti gayi. Papa mujhe aksar apne badan se laga ke shabasi dete the.
Pahle mujhe achcha nahi lagta tha magar dheere dheere main bhi enjoy karne lagi. Papa mujhe pyar karne ke bahane apne chati se lagate aur mera naya naya chuchi daba dete.

Kabhi mere peeche khade ho kar apna khada lund mere chutad se satane lagte. Kabhi mere jhukne par mera chaati dekhne lagte. Kabhi mujhe jor se bhinch lete, jis se meri kashmiri apple jaisi kadi chuchia papa ke sine se chipakti. Aisa karne se mujhe bahut maja ata, shayad papa ko bhi maza ata hoga isiliy wo bhi mujhe aksar jor se bhich lete aur mai kasmasa kar rah jati. Magar us umar mein jab chuchi naya naya ho raha ho tab koi use chue ya dabaye to kitna dard jota hai ye ek ladki hi bata sakti hai.

Kabhi kabhi maine ye bhi mahsoos kiya ki papa mujhe nahate waqt khidki se dekhne ki koshish kar rahe ho, magar main kabhi unhe aisa karte pakd nahi payi. Papa jab ye harqat karte to mujhe pata nahi kya ho jata tha. Mai chah kar bhi unhe mana nahi kar pati thi magar baad mein mujhe khud par aur papa par bahut gussa aata tha. Ab ye saari harkate mujhe nagawar gujar rahi thi.

Fir maine ek din maa se sab kah diya, “Maa papa mujhe bahut gande tarike se choote hain. Mujhe achcha nahi lagta.” Waise mujhe achcha lagta tha.
Maa ne kaha, “Beti unse nafrat na kar. Dekh wo hamare liye itna kar rahe hai. Agar unhone dusri shaadi kar li to tum kaha rahogi aur main kaha rahungi. Unka man bhi to bechain hota hoga. Magar main unki ichcha puri nahi kar sakti. Jaldi se teri shaadi ho jaye aur too sasural chali jaye bas yahi dua hai. Magar beti tu kuch aisa na kario ki badnaami ho.”

Iska asar ye hua ki main bhi chup chup kar papa ke touch ka mazaa lene lagi but innocently.Wo mujhe apne god mein baithate aur mujhe unka khada lund jo meri gaand mein chubhta mujhe achcha lagta. Wo baat karte karte meri chhaati chhu dete the. Mera badan gangana jata tha. Main bhi kabhi kabhi unka lund daba deti jaise galti se chua ho. Papa kabhi toilet se bina towel ke nange nikal jaate jise main dekh ke bhaag jati, magar unka khada lund mujhe aksar yaad aata rahta.

Waise mom to aksar bed par hi padi rahti jiska faida ham bap beti jam kar utha rahe thay. Wakt gujarta gya aur mai atharwa sal me kadam rakhne wali thi aur us din mera 18 th janam din tha, aur us din grand party ka promise kiya tha papa ne.
Us din aisi ghatna hui jisne mera jeewan hi badal diya.

Mai papa ka besabri se intzar kar rhi thi,thik 8pm ko door bell baji. Mai daur kar darwaja kholi hamesa ki tarah papa se lipat gai, papa ne bhi mujhe chipka lia.Papa se lipat kar nakhra kar boli,”Aaj itni der kyu kardi, jaiye mai aap se nahi bolti,”,Papa meri chutar par thapki mar kar bole,,”Arerere meri rani bitya to naraz ho gai,acha lo abhi narazgi door kiy deta hu,”

Papa ke ek hath me jo poly bag tha mujhe dikha kar bole “Dekho to kya laya hu,”,Mai khus hokar papa ko chum li aur jor se lipat kar boli,”Oh papa aap kitne ache hai,” Mai bag kholne lagi to papa bole,,”Abi nahi kholo, isme tera dress hai ise pahan kar janam din ka cake katna, ye tera janamdin ka gift hai,aur han mom ko mat batana ke mai laya hu. Um roz roz 18 saal ki to nahi hone waali.” Mai boli “Oh papa kewal drers?Mera khilona nahi lay,” Papa gahri nazaro se mujhe dekha aur chutar ko apne taraf daba kar sataya meri jangh papa ke jangho se chipak gai hamesa ki tarah.

Meri chut papa ke lund se ja takrai,ankho me ankhe dal papa dheere se bole,,”Neeta kuch hi der bad tu 18 ki ho jayegi Tu to ab jawan ho gai,gudio se to bache khela karte hai,” Mai thunak kar boli,,”Uuuuun to mai kis se khelungi,”,papa gand par thapki mar kar bole,”Tu chinta kyu karti hai mai hu na. Chalo der ho rahi hai tum jaldi se khana banao 8 baz gay 10 baze cake katna hai.”Mai kichen me chali gai,10mnt bad papa kitchen me aay aur mere piche sat kar khade hogay.