Hannah falls asleep so you run for it

By: Cheese111

Hannah's hand started moving again, diminishing the space left between you and her massive cock. The thick mass throbbing, the slit oozing pre like a slavering beast awaiting a meal. You pushed against the palm of her hand, only thinking about wanting to be as far away as possible from that nightmare. It didn't help much of course. You were about as tall as her little pinky finger, your efforts not even registering in her half-sleeping state. There was only one **** act left to try.

You push yourself to the side, trying to avoid the gaping slit at the last moment. Miraculously it worked, though the result was far from pleasant. You were pushed firmly into the spongy tip of her cock, Hannah moaning softly overhead as she rubbed your squirming body around. Slimy residue and more pre helped lubricate things, adding a nasty slithering squelch to your every movement. The smell was overbearing, a heavy musk making it difficult to think straight. She was moving you randomly it seemed, but you feared it was only a matter of time before you got too close to the slit and it would devour you.

The movements seemed to abate for a moment, leaving you stuck between her hand and the squishy head of her cock. You had no idea if this was some kind of weird edging thing or if you were finally given a damn break in this ongoing horror show. You try to push back against her palm. It might be futile, but what else were you going to do? To your amazement the heavy hand moves. Not just that, it moves back, permitting you some freedom. You keep pushing and before long there's enough of a gap to stand in. You look up, expecting a cruel smile. A last ray of hope before she'd finish you off. But when you heard a sharp snoring overhead you felt pangs of optimism. Had it really happened? Did she fall asleep? You weren't going to wait and find out. You slip out from the musky, cramped space onto the couch. Quickly you throw off the harness before shakily making your way to the edge of the seat.

A small shuffle and grunt overhead froze you in place. But no action followed. Even the slightest movements of your towering mother sent the fear of **** down your spine. You had to get out of here. You peer over the seat, gulping as you were faced with a grueling climb down. The slimy residue coating your body wasn't going to help, but time is of the essence. You've no idea when Hannah might get up and start sleepwalking again and you'd prefer not to be in the room anymore if she did. You start making the difficult climb, but before long your hand slips and you fall. You yelp in shock as you brace for impact, but when you land on the ground it proves to be surprisingly mild. There was some dull pain, but it felt like you'd been hit on the shoulder a bit too enthusiastically, not the huge fall it was. Maybe your tiny perspective was messing with things. Or perhaps this was the first time Kim's resilience booster came in handy during your escape. Either way, you race across the room, running as fast as your little legs will take you. No separate routes, detours or careful actions anymore. You cannot bear the thought of sharing a room with your monster of a mother any longer. The red stain of her other toy reinforcing your determination as you ran past him.