Family Takeover
Copyright© 2026 by Syntheticincest
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An aerial phenomenon passes overhead at night, merging family alien entities with a human family.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex
Diane Taylor. Mom. 42. MILF
Ethan. Son. 18.
Tyler. 20. Son. Twin
Tiffany. 20. Twin
Mark. 42. DILF
18-year-old Ethan Taylor woke to the electronic chime of his phone, a sound that felt like a needle drilling into his skull.
He reached for his nightstand, stabbing the ‘dismiss’ button to kill the noise.
He was naked, sporting a ponderous morning erection.
I never sleep naked. Is this my dick?
His sheets felt cold and damp. He sniffed a section. Frowned. It was earthy and musky like sex. What the hell happened last night?
He lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. The last day of Catholic high school. Thank God.
He looked around his attic bedroom, the morning light straining to get through the thick, dark curtain covering the arched-shaped window. The lurid posters depicted action figures from violent video games. The bookshelves are crammed with sci-fi, horror, and graphic novels. His laptop. His PC. His gaming systems. The crucifix on the wall.
Why does everything feel different?
He swung his legs out of bed, his heels thudding against the cold hardwood, and rubbed the ginger stubble along his jaw.
He held his head for several seconds.
He went to his bathroom and lifted the seat.
He breathed and forced himself to relax his morning woody so he could urinate.
The forceful splashing of the stream against porcelain was almost too noisy. It felt so good letting it out; his toes tingled and curled.
He looked in the mirror, washing his hands. When did I get abs?
He didn’t bother with a comb, instead using his fingers to coax his faux mohawk into some semblance of a point.
He brushed his teeth, staring at his meaty schlong as if it were an alien.
He got dressed, and a few minutes later, he was swimming in his oversized graphic Tee and baggy jeans.
He walked robotically down the ornate wooden staircase, the hearty scent of bacon frying and brewed coffee wafting to his nostrils.
His mother, Diane, stood by the stove, carefully pouring pancake batter onto a sizzling griddle, bacon frying on the range.
Ethan slowed, his frown deepening as he took her in; she was already in full makeup and a silk housecoat that stopped high on her thighs, revealing dark stockings held up by the metallic glint of garter clips. He stared at the swell of her breasts pushing against the satiny fabric. Did she have a boob job during the night?
“Morning, Mom,” he said. “Why are you dressed like that?”
Her head turned sharply. “Why do you ask?”
“Well ... it’s kinda’ inappropriate,” he shrugged.
Diane frowned, looking away, wrapping the loosely open robe tighter.
“Don’t you remember last night?” she asked.
“Nope, I woke up with a skull-busting headache,” he said, walking toward the coffee dispenser.
“You don’t recall anything? At all?”
Ethan glanced at his sinewy dad, Mark, sitting at the breakfast nook, wearing a muscle shirt and silk underwear. The morning sun shone through the windows, making his shaved head gleam.
He poured himself a cup of dark roasted java and sat at the counter. “Why are you in your underwear, Dad?”
Mark and Diane exchanged a glance.
Ethan’s older sister, Tiffany, entered the kitchen, yawning and stretching.
The shapely, strawberry blonde 20-year-old twin was wearing a pink thong and a cut-off T-shirt. When she stretched, the bottom half of her plump breasts showed.
Ethan’s mouth hung open.
“Your brother doesn’t remember anything from last night. Go put some clothes on,” Diane ordered.
“What the fuck?” Tiffany said. “How the fuck is that possible?” she swore, exiting the kitchen.
Diane set a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of him.
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, digging into the hearty food. “Why are you guys looking at me like I’m from another planet?”
They both burst out laughing.
Tiffany’s twin brother, Tyler, entered the kitchen dressed in his running outfit. He panted, sweat running down his handsome face. His top was soaked with sweat. “Mom,” he breathed. “You look fucking hot!”
“Watch your language,” Diane stated. “Your brother doesn’t remember anything from last night.”
“Little bro, you don’t remember anything at all?” Tyler smiled.
“Nope,” Ethan said, sipping his coffee.
“I gotta shower,” Tyler said, giving their mother an appreciative up and down look.
“In the local news today, there are reports of people experiencing headaches and unusual personality changes, attributed to the aerial phenomenon that passed directly over our city last night,” a female TV anchor’s neutral voice announced through the speakers on the wall-mounted TV in the kitchen.
Ethan looked at the screen, seeing camera footage of what appeared to be a brightly lit, multi colored object flying overhead.
“Did we see this last night?” he asked. “I woke up with a terrible headache and can’t remember anything from last night.”
Again, his parents exchanged a knowing glance, pissing him off.
The TV picture transitioned back to the local studio, where an overly made-up anchor spoke in a well-trained tone. “Some internet users are already calling this an invasion of the body snatchers event, referring to the classic movie from the 50’s.”
The camera panned to a stiff-looking, middle-aged, tie-wearing male anchor with a pasted smile on his face. “I personally prefer the 70s remake, Carol, but the original was a true groundbreaker.”
“The conspiracy theorists are having a field day with this one, Bill,” she smiled. “And now for the weather...”
“Well, I’m off for my last day of Catholic high school, and next year, Catholic college with the twins,” he said, standing and suppressing a belch. “Thanks for breakfast, Mom. Later.”
He sensed they were watching him and mentally shrugged, He walked to the tiled mudroom, leaving his backpack on the floor. No longer needed for the last day, and went out through the side garage door.
What the hell has gotten into my family? That aerial phenomenon was involved somehow. The memories of last night seemed to be boiling beneath the surface, ready to blow the lid off the pressure cooker. He grabbed his electric bike and opened the garage door. He took off. After a few blocks, he realized he’d left his phone on his nightstand.
“Shit!” He turned around, twisting the throttle for more speed.
He parked his bike on the front walk.
He entered the house through the front, panelled double doors.
He heard Tiffany gasping and crying out coming from the kitchen.
He peeked around the open doorway and saw Tiffany bouncing up and down on their dad’s lap.
The pink thong was on top of the breakfast table.
Her cut-off T-shirt was pulled up over her jiggling, ample breasts.
Mark’s big hands cupped his daughter’s firm, rounded ass cheeks.
His mouth was sucking on a nipple.
“Fuck! Fuck, Daddy!” Tiffany squealed. “I thought he was never gonna leave!”
Their perversely copulating bodies made loud, squishing, slapping noises as Mark drove up into the forbidden fruit.
“How the fuck could he not remember?” Tiffany sobbed, her mouth open, her entire shapely body shivering from the impact.
“He hasn’t been fully integrated yet,” Mark grunted, his muscular thighs flexing, making her bounce more energetically.
Where the hell is Mom? Ethan thought, striding through the house. Integration? What the fuck is going on?
He took two steps at a time up the stairs. He walked down the hallway, seeing his mother’s silk robe on the wooden floor. He could hear her deep moans coming from his brother’s bedroom, mingled with the sounds of wet slapping flesh.
He peered around the open door, seeing his mother on all fours, gripping the headboard.
Tyler gripped her hip, fucking her savagely from behind, his swollen balls slapping against her thighs. “These bodies are fucking awesome, Mom,” he grunted.
“Yesss! Yesss!” she moaned, her entire curvaceous body quivering from the impacts. “We finally fucking feel guilt after so many centuries! Fuck!”
Ethan gasped, pulling away from the door. The previous night’s memories came roaring back like an exploding mental volcano... ___ The entire family was in the backyard at midnight, waiting for the event. The sky was clear. The moon was silver bright.
It was a clothes-clinging, humid night. Everyone dressed in light casual.
They lounged on cushioned chaise chairs, talking about schools, boys, relationships, and sports. They gulped cold beer and sipped fruity drinks.
“There it is,” Tyler said, pointing.
Not that it would bring them any closer, but they all got out of their chairs and stood, staring at the object flaring, heading toward their direction.
“God. It’s giving me the shivers,” Diane murmured.
“It’s awesome,” Tyler said.
“It’s beautiful,” Tiffany breathed.
“I’ve read astronomers can’t identify what it is because it appears to change speed and course,” Mark said.
“I think it’s a spaceship,” Ethan said, making everyone laugh.
“You would think that, little bro,” Tiffany said.
“It’s changing colors,” Diane said quietly.
“That’s because it’s skimming the atmosphere,” Mark said.
“If it changes speed and course, it’s being piloted,” Ethan said,
“Shut up,” Tiffany said. “You’re freaking me out!”
Tyler laughed.
Their heads moved in unison as it shot directly over their heads.
They tracked it until it was out of sight.
“Well, I’m glad it didn’t strike the planet,” Tiffany breathed.
“Let’s collect the cans and bottles and call it a night,” Diane said, turning to the chaise lawn chairs.
They all commented on what they thought the object was as they moved toward the chairs. It was then that the altering energy pulses struck them.
Ethan collapsed on all fours. His palms were wet on the humid lawn. He began shaking and shuddering as the pulses continued. He breathed through his mouth, gasping and panting. His hips began humping empty air. Warm, arterial blood flooded into his bloating erection.
Diane writhed on the grass next to him on her back. Her eyes were closed. She gripped her breasts with both hands, moaning in heat. She thrust her pelvis up and down, her slender legs spread.
Tiffany writhed spastically on her side. She dug into her crotch frantically hard. She squeaked, her eyes slitted.
Tyler humped the lawn face down, snorting. His fingers were digging into the thick lawn.
Mark rubbed his swelling crotch on his back, grunting. His eyes stared unblinking at the stars.
The Taylors rose from the lawn in near unison. They began stripping out of their clothes with abandon. They could not speak because of the raging inferno of internal emotions. They panted and breathed, their breath visible in the humid air.
Diane peeled off her delicate lace bra, her eyes glaring bright from one son to the other. A deep guttural moan emanated from her parted full lips.
Ethan and Tyler pulled down their khaki shorts, their eyes focused on their mother’s ample breasts. Their breath came in quick, short gasps, Tiffany peeled off her dainty panties, her eyes burning on the pronounced bloat of her father’s boxer shorts. High-pitched squeaks came out of her partially open mouth.
Mark’s eyes were darkly focused on his daughter’s adult tits. He growled like an animal.
Diane moved like a panther, knocking the towering Tyler to the lawn on his back. She dropped to all fours, her face inches from his prodigious, throbbing cock. She glared with feral intensity over her shoulder at Ethan. “I want your virgin fucking cum,” she growled with inhuman intensity.
Ethan panted, his fingers fumbling on his monstrous cock, trying to insert it inside his mother’s wet folds.
Diane chuckled, reaching around, helping him guide the bloated head into her slimy, warm entrance. She moaned and gasped as he thrust into her, stretching her inner sleeve deliciously. She gripped the thick base of Tyler’s cock and forced her mouth over the mushroom glans, sucking voraciously.
Tyler gasped and grunted, gripping the grass, watching his beautiful mother sucking him off. Her demanding, hungry eyes burned into his.
Ethan gripped his mother’s hips, driving into her with clumsy, jerky motions, trying to find his rhythm. She pushed back against him, grinding. He leaned over her bare back and began playing with her swinging breasts, tugging on her stiff nipples.
Moments later, Diane and her sons found their perverse ideal fuck beat.
Tiffany stumbled back onto a chaise, her eyes never leaving her father’s.
Mark gripped his cock, pushing the meaty mushroom-flared head past the greasy folds and into her anxious muff.
Tiffany sobbed, gripping her dad by his hard biceps as he drove in and out of her. She wrapped her slender legs possessively around him.
The father and daughter panted, glaring at each other with feral intensity, going at it missionary style.
The expansive backyard was noisy with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh, male guttural grunts, and females being pleasured.
The inhalation of their breeding fluids drove the corrupted family into an even more taboo fuck frenzy.
Diane began climaxing. Her powerful pelvic muscles contracted around her son’s thick, throbbing cock, yanking the teen’s semen from his depths.
Ethan leaned over his mother’s bare back, gripping her fleshy tits. His sinewy body contracted and flexed as he jetted stream after stream of cock cream inside her hungry sheath.
Diane screamed and wailed as she received Ethan’s virgin loads. She tugged and jerked frantically on Tyler’s cock, wanting both her son’s cumming inside her simultaneously.
Ethan held onto his mother’s body as she thrashed and bucked out of control.
Tyler’s hips jerked, and his ass muscles flexed as he came in his mother’s mouth. He gripped her head, holding her face to his manscaped pubes as he sprayed his greasy loads down her throat.
Diane gagged slightly, breathing through her nose as both sons blew off inside her with inhuman copious amounts of mutated seminal fluids.
Tiffany squealed, wrapping her slender legs around her father’s waist possessively as she went into violent orgasm spasms.
Mark gripped his daughter’s ass cheeks hard, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as his muscles strained and he blew load after load of paternal fuck fluid inside her like a wild bull.
The quiet night was interrupted by the cries and yells of the corrupted copulating family.
Down the block, a light sleeper woke up, looking around their dark bedroom. Did someone just scream? Then went back to sleep.
Tiffany and Mark licked tongues, basking in post coital bliss, her legs wrapped around him.
Mark humped lightly against his daughter, seminal discharge dripping off the chaise lawnchair.
Ethan remained leaning over his mother’s back, fondling her heavy breasts. Her shapely thighs were slick with virginal cum. He licked between her shoulder blades. They pushed their soaked breed organs together.
Diane rubbed her face against Tyler’s prodigious cock. Kissing, licking, and sucking on the thick shaft gratefully.
Tyler watched his beautiful mother in grateful awe as she fondled and worshipped his cock, her face and lips wet with his inhuman discharges.
“These are the best fucking bodies we’ve found, so far, Daddy,” Tiffany panted, squeezing Mark’s pecs. “I feel so totally fucking guilty!”