Naim Bajrami, 21, was a turbulent and violent student at the Collège des Bergières in Lausanne, Switzerland, known for his disastrous academic results and multiple repetitions. His life was a permanent chaos, but he had a well-kept secret, a double life that no one suspected. Behind his rebellious attitude and raw language, there was a burning desire and an insatiable perversion. Indeed, Naim was a sickly pervert and could fuck with everything that moves. He did not hesitate to masturbate in class under his table during class. He was only thinking about sex.
Every day, he entered the classroom, throwing a provocative and perverse look at the girls in his class. His best and only friend, Julio, a Brazilian as disturbing as him, was often by his side, laughing at their obscene jokes. Naim had a target of choice, Laurent, a boy he suspected of being gay and whom he did not hesitate to harass, giving free rein to his homophobia. If only he knew what was going to happen in the next few hours, he who was so homophobic.
By returning home after school, Naim became a different person. He lived with his mother and father, Marko, a man he admired very much. Marko, 56 years old, had the same red hair and blue eyes as Naim, a feature inherited from their Bosnian origins. He embodied the male figure that Naim dreamed of becoming.
That evening, as Naim returned home, he had a strong desire to go to the bathroom. He went up the stairs to the toilet and hurried to poop. While he was sitting on the toilet bowl, he saw his father in the shower, his muscular and mature body covered in soap, the water flowing down his skin.
Naim felt a heat invade him, a desire he could not ignore. He was straight, or at least that's what he thought, but the sight of his naked father excited him in a new and disturbing way.
Naim undressed completely keeping only his shoes and socks, began to masturbate watching his father in the shower when he noticed him. His father, surprised, stopped washing himself and looked at him, the water drilling down his face. Naim, without saying a word, continued to masturbate by pinching his lips and looking at his father with desire.
His father came out of the shower naked faced him and asked him:
"What the hell are you doing, Naim?" His deep voice echoing in the room.
Naim did not answer, he just smiled, a mischievous and provocative smile.
Naim removed his pair of gray Adidas Campus 00s and his white socks. He put his right foot on his father's crotch and began to rub his foot on his father's penis.
"Prokletstvo we are not faggy Naim and I am your father!" Said Marko, his hoarse voice betraying his excitement.
Naim did not answer, he raised his foot towards his father. Unable to resist all this excitement, he took his son's feet and licked him passionately. He licced between his toes and sniffed his foot. Naim moans, letting himself go to the incestuous passion of the moment.
The scene could have been that of a simple erotic game, but there was something deeper, more disturbing in their embrace. Naim, the disruptor, the harasser, was now masturbating his father's sex with his left foot by grabbing it between his toes. The father and son are now sharing a moment of pure lust.
Marko, feeling his son's desire, knelt on Naim's knees and placed his head between his son's legs who revealed his hard and impatient sex. With surprising skill, Marko took his son's member in his mouth, licking and sucking it fervently. Naim groaned, letting himself go to pleasure, his hands clutching his father's head.
"Fuck, you know how to please, daddy!" Naim cried, his voice trembling with excitement.
Marko continued her languid dance, using her tongue and lips to bring intense pleasure to her son. The young man arched, feeling about to reach orgasm. He removed his sex from his father's mouth and took him by the hair to attract him to him in turn eager to take control.
Naim kissed his father on the mouth with fervour, his hands exploring his father's anus. He lowered his kisses along the neck, gently nibbling the sensitive skin. Marko moans, letting himself be dominated by the desire of his perverse and sadistic son.
"Oh fuck if mom knew what we were doing," murmured Marko, his voice muffled by his son's kisses.
Naim, in a burst of passion, put his hand in the toilet bowl and caught several of his crap. He put a good amount of it on his father's chest. The shit flowed down his body, creating an erotic show. Naim licked his excrement, the intoxicated taste mixing with the salty flavour of his father's skin.
"Eat your shit, son," Marko whispered, his gaze burning with desire.
Naim obeys, licking and eating his shit from his father's torso, leaving wet and brown marks on his skin. He went lower, licking the shit around his father's sex, who was now hard and impatient.
"Fuck you're a real greedy!" Marko cried, his body trembling with pleasure.
Naim smiles, his gaze shining with malice. He got on his knees and took his father's sex in his mouth, sucking it with a wild intensity. Marko moans, his hands grabbing his son's red hair. The bathroom resounded with their moans and sighs, the steam and the nauseating smell of shit adding a sensual touch to their forbidden and incestuous encounter.
While they were lost in their passion, Naim suddenly stopped, straightening up.
I have... I need something more," he said, his voice breathless.
Marko, his eyes shining with desire, nodded his head. "What do you want, son?"
Naim smiles, a mischievous smile. "You'll see, stay there dad."
He came out of the bathroom, his anus filled with shit. He quickly wiped himself and disappeared into the next room. Marko, intrigued, waited for his son, his heart beating.
Naim came back a few moments later, holding a bowl in his hands. He approached his father, a mysterious look on his face.
"What is it?" Marko asked, curious and excited.
Naim smiles, revealing a bowl filled with whipped cream. "It's a little surprise," he said, his voice low and sensual.
Marko raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Naim approached, dipping his fingers in the whipped cream. He gently removed the bowl from his father's hands and placed it on the sink.
"What are you doing, Naim?" Marko asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Naim didn't answer, he just smiled. He approached his fingers covered with whipped cream to his father's mouth, who opened it docilely. Naim slipped his fingers into his father's mouth, letting him lick the whipped cream with delight.
"Mmm, it's good," Marko whispered, his eyes closed, savouring the sweet taste.
Naim removed his fingers, leaving a mark of whipped cream on his father's lips. He approached him, their breathing mixing.
"Now it's your turn," said Naim, his gaze burning with desire.
Marko nodded, understanding what his son meant. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of whipped cream, covering them with the white and creamy substance. He brought his fingers closer to his son's mouth full of shit, who opened it with a smile.
Marko slipped his fingers into his son's mouth, letting him lick and suck the whipped cream with passion. They delighted in this sensual game, their tongues meeting, mixing with shit and whipped cream.
"You're amazing, son," Marko whispered, his voice muffled by kisses.
Naim removed his mouth from his father's, leaving a large net of drool separating them and a trace of shit on his lips. He looked at him, his eyes full of desire.
"You want more?" He asked, his voice low and provocative.
Marko nodded, his body trembling with excitement. Naim smiles, a naughty smile. He brought his mouth closer to his father's again, their lips touching slightly.
"Ready for the rest dad?" Naim whispered, his voice sensual.
Marko groaned, his hands clutching his son's shoulders. "Yes, go ahead," he said, his eyes burning.
Naim, with deliberate slowness, approached his mouth to his father's, their lips touching, touching, caressing each other. They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together, mixing with shit and whipped cream. The sweet taste of the whipped cream mixed with the toxic flavour of Naim's excrement, creating a unique sensory experience.
As they kissed fervently, Naim felt a strange sensation rise in him. He freed himself from his father's embrace, his hand on his mouth.
"I... I think I'm going..." Naim stopped, feeling about to vomit.
Marko, surprised, looked at him, his eyes full of concern. "What's going on, son?"
Naim shook his head, feeling sick. "I... I think I ate too much whipped cream," he said, his voice weak.
Marko, realising the situation, took him in his arms. "It's going to be fine, son. Let yourself go."
Naim, unable to help himself, vomits in his father's mouth, the excrement and whipped cream and the desire mixing in a moment of disturbing ecstasy. Marko, far from being disgusted, continued to kiss his son sharing the vomit, whipped cream and shit in an incestuous and forbidden kiss.
Suddenly, they heard the key enter the lock of their apartment door.
"Shit, it's mom! " Launched Marko.
Marko asked his son to go quickly shower and brush their teeth so that his wife would not suspect anything of their incestuous adventure.
After taking a shower, father and son return to the living room. Naim greets his mother and Marko kisses his wife.
"So my love how did the work go?" Marko asked his wife while looking at his son with a naughty look
Who would have thought that the great disruptor of the college, Naim Bajrami, lived such a double life? Who would have imagined that he was sharing such an intimate and perverse moment with his father?
