DESCRIPTION Mom, with her nympho daughter and obliging son, must somehow escape her homicidal maniac husband. When the opportunity arises, this horny mom is quick to seize a chance for her family's safety by running to an uninhabited Pacific island. For this family on the run, this opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged decisions, for they include incest. But it provides a release for a need when no other people are available. All morals and scruples are cast aside in moments of madness—a chance to grab pleasure, before it is taken away by a deadly husband trying to track her family. EXCERPT Linda and I finish cleaning the house by late in the afternoon. By the time we finish, we're both filthy dirty and want a bath. The house has no bathtub or shower. To take a bath, you go down to the ocean and take a salt water bath in the ocean. Then you walk back up to the house and rinse with a small amount of fresh water. As on many small south seas islands, there's clean body or drinking water, take your choice. However, the climate on the island is such that bathing in the ocean isn't really such a hardship. Linda tells me, "Larry, I have to climax at least once a day and I'm noisy when I climax." Since we have lived in the same house, on and off, for over 18 years, I wonder why Linda finds it necessary to tell me about her need. However, that's a girl for you. As Linda and I walk down to the ocean, we each wear the grubby house cleaning clothes and we each carry a towel. Linda carries a largish bucket, a clean toilet plunger, salt water soap and a bottle of detergent. I carry a fishing pole. We'll wash the clothes and ourselves in the ocean. We'll then walk back to the house and rinse ourselves and our clothes in fresh water. The more or less fresh rinse water will then be used to water our garden. Waste not, want not! We get to the shore and I ask Linda, "Do you want to take either the left or right beach and I'll take the other?" Linda looks at me with great impatience. She sighs, "Brother dear, we have something of a problem here. I damn well need a good hot fuck or two after a week on the road. If the little surfer girls were correct, you need the same thing. You need pussy, I got pussy. I need cock, you got cock. Now what's this shit about separate beaches?" I stare back at Linda and ask, "Wanna fuck?" Linda half turns, looks down, makes a show of biting her lip and says, "I thought you'd never ask, you smooth talking son of a bitch!" Eloquence is definitely not Linda's strong suit. Getting to the point is! Linda and I find a good patch of damp, packed sand. Linda gets down on all fours, I mount her from behind and we do it doggy style. I'm at my horny, pile-driving best and Linda wants to be raped, not just fucked. Mind you, she's willing to help with the rape, but just keep the hard cock coming until she climaxes!