Heaven Smiles On You {Main Branch}

I decided not to jack off as I wanted this pleasure to build and last for much longer. Enjoying the lost art that makes all sex feel more worth it, tension. The anticipation of something happening but never knowing how or when. Sometimes not even knowing if.

Being an islander I’ve learned to enjoy the chases of life, to savor the tantalizing flavor, and to honor your catch by letting no part of them go to waste. It hurt my heart to imagine Ms. Amari and Layla as anything close to prey but I needed the motivation if I was to continue down this path.

Rising from my bed I took deep breaths and **** my erection down. Even so my clothes did not accommodate for my magical member, the outline of its shape was still decently visible.

_How will Layla react? I think I have an idea of how Ms. Amari’s corruption tag affects her but the same wouldn’t apply for Layla. _I pondered and paced the room. Moving always helped me streamline my thoughts.

If Ms. Amari’s corruption works how I think it does, and Layla being tagged will see it as normal. Sorry Ms. Amari but I might need you to keep your daughter from thinking I’m weird. I concluded.

Wanting to double check the success rate of my plan before putting it into action I decide to open the app and check if there is anything new.

‘Congratulations! You have used your first action tag! +1 user point’

‘Amari Golde has gained +2 love points!’

‘Congratulations! You have gained your first submission point!’

“Well that’s nice to know.” I commented before clicking on each of the girls profile hoping to have a more in depth understanding of their tags.

‘Character Profile: Amari Golde

- Age: 43

- Height: 5’1

- Body Type: Milf

- Race: Filipino

- Hair: Giant braid / black

- Skin: Caramel

- Aesthetic Tags: [???] / [???]

- Action Tags: [Corruption] / [???]

- Love Score: 45 (+3)

- Submission Score: 41 (+1)’

“A submission point? Why? I didn’t order anything. Did I say something domineering and not know about it?” I wondered, a question for later. I clicked on her corruption tag forcing the elaboration to pop up.

‘Corruption: The act of robbing one of their purity. You Slick Rick, going after a church girl or something?’

So it is what I expected. My theory is more than likely right in how these tags apply to different people then. Tag x innate personality will give me how they should behave once tagged. I conclude internally. My thoughts finally clear and a plan set in motion.

“Guess I’ll start light with plan A.” I whisper before moving on to Layla’s profile.

‘Character Profile: Layla Golde

- Age: 19

- Height: 5’6

- Body Type: Slim thick

- Race: Black / Filipino

- Hair: Curly afro / black

- Skin: Sand

- Aesthetic Tags: [whale tail] / [???]

- Action Tags: [???] / [???]

- Love Score: 65

- Submission Score: 45’

‘Whale Tail: The intentional or unintentional display of thongs, peeking out from under the pants of or the sides of dresses and or skirts.’

I announced a prayer in my mind that these tags were exactly what I hoped. My milf crush would overtime become lewder towards me while her sexy daughter would always be showing off her sexy panties as they complement her waist. And neither of them would think something was amiss!

With renewed confidence and raging hormones I exited the room ready to conquer the day.

“Bye dork!” Layla yelled.

Huh?

“Going shopping to celebrate the move, I’ll see you later.” She announced from the entry way already half a foot out the door. I hardly managed to grasp a peek at her back but what I saw was, disappointing. Her panties were in whale tail yes, but it was no thong!

I turned to Ms. Amari, “What is that about?” I asked hoping for some answers after having half my treat run from me.

Ms. Amari chuckled with a hand covering her mouth, “She said she needed to go shopping for some thongs. Wants to try a new style or something.”

“Oh, okay. Makes sense I guess. New place new her.” I said, understanding the circumstances. The elaboration said this aesthetic is thong focused. She must not own any and feels the compulsion isn’t being satisfied unless she is wearing one.

So even when I’m not present they can be honest about their tags with no reaction. Is the app like a hivemind? I wondered as I made my way into the kitchen space next to Ms. Amari. Might as well begin phase one of plan B.

Phase one, observe her new natural.

Making my way to the couch I eyed Ms. Amari as she cooked. Her beautiful humming was always a nice addition to her cooking whenever we would have a sleepover in my younger days. Her curvy hips swaying to the beat of her own drum completely independent to the mood around her.

“I could watch you dance all day Ms. Amari. The sight would melt my heart every time.” I projected my voice hoping my line came across smooth and maybe a touch of cheesy.

She chuckled, “I bet, I’ve felt your eyes on me since you came in.”

My heart caught in my chest.

Has she always noticed? I’m really not as slick as I thought. I admonished myself but decided to play it cool for the time being.

“I see a beautiful woman, I look. Does it bother you?” I asked.

“Not at all sweetheart.” She said as she turned now with a bowl of steaming chicken soup in hand. The smile on her face was as bright as the sun. She walked to me and placed the bowl in front of me onto the table before turning towards me and placing her hand on my chest.

“Admiration is healthy and appreciated. Stare as much as you like.” She said, her voice a sweet and spicy combination of seduction and motherhood.

I licked my lips and looked into her burning eyes. “I might walk into a pole if I look for too long.” I said.

What the fuck?!? Don’t ruin this for yourself you dumbass just say thank you! I wanted to bash my brain in for possibly ruining something good.

She sat next to me, her voluptuous body facing me as she interwove her hand with mine. “Then I’ll have to hold your hand to keep you safe.”

My breathing grew ragged and I’m certain she noticed.

“Shivers? Here, eat your soup.” She said as she grabbed my bowl and brought it to me. I reached for it with my own hands but she quickly swatted one away.

“You’ve been through a lot lately sweetheart. Had to be strong for a long time, let someone cater to you for a while. Okay?” She asked.

I simply gulped and nodded as she began to spoon feed me the chicken soup. She would blow onto the serving delicately before placing it into my mouth with a smile of pride.

“Taste good?” She asked.

I nodded feeling the warmness of the soup coddle my entire being, “Does this only have to be for a while?” I asked hoping to be spoiled.

Ms. Amari’s smile reminded me of the Cheshire in that moment. Something lurking under the joy, a brewing madness. As she fed me another spoonful, she spoke to me.

“Not at all sweetie, I’ll feed you any time of the day.” She said.

“Every meal?” I asked.

She placed my bowl onto the table freeing both her hands before straightening next to me. She gently placed one on the back of my neck as she lured my head onto her shoulder and kissed my forehead. With her free hand she brought a full spoon to me and whispered into my ear.

“How about this. If I catch you feeding yourself when I’m in reach, I will cry until you apologize and let me feed you an entire new meal. Does that satisfy you?” Her voice had never been so elegant yet seductive.

I nodded barely withholding a whimper. This was everything I could have wished for already, and it had only been half an hour since I woke up! I enjoyed her embrace and spoon feeding until the bowl was empty then she stood and brought it to the sink before verbally jabbing at me.

“Want to watch me do the dishes too?” She asked with a knowing smirk. The entire time we ate as much as I wanted to focus purely on being fed, another thought crossed my mind.

Could it be that action tags are dual sided? I pondered. The moment the idea cemented itself into my mind I felt my phone buzz.

“I- I would love to. Uh- do you r- really not mind me staring?” I had managed to be pretty suave so far. However, when your childhood crush milf hand feeds you then invites you to stare at her, you would buffer too. Magic app or no magic app.

“On the contrary honey. I would feel like I’m not as beautiful as you said if you didn’t. You wouldn’t lie to this old woman, right sweetheart?~”

Before I could answer an alarm on my phone began to buzz. The surprise nearly made my heart leap from my chest as I scrambled to check what god forsaken activity could need my attention at this time.

“Oh, it’s just my alarm to start looking for a job.” I spoke aloud placing one hand over my calming heart and taking a deep breath before letting out a long sigh.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to work if you don’t want. You know with my new job I can easily afford your and Layla’s tuition and other luxuries. These last two paychecks will be the last time we live as middle class! Well as lower middle class at least.” Ms. Amari said. I nodded; she was a self-built woman. The smartest I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

A week before the tsunami she had told my family about the opportunity she was offered as the new regional manager of some big lawyer firm. It was her entire reason for moving in the first place.

“I know Ms. Amari. But what type of man can lean back and do not a single thing for himself? Besides, I’ll have to hold my own someday and for that I’ll need a resume and experiences of some sort.” I answered.

She answered with a pout, “A man that lets me spoil him like I want to. Layla is already going to leave but I was hoping you would bum with me for at least a hundred years before leaving me.” She sighed with feigned despair.

“But alas, who wants to stay with the old witch, right?” She looked into my eyes hoping to see some falter.

I chuckled as I stepped to her, “Ms. Amari if there is ever a day I live to see 100 years old please put me to rest. I promise I would not be able to handle that much of this life.” Her face transformed to genuine sadness at the imagery of my ****. Quickly I intervened hoping to lift her mood.

Now standing in front of her I pulled her into my chest by her hips and kissed her forehead repeatedly. “But, and this is a giant but. No pun intended. If for some mystical reason we manage to make it to 100 years and are still cognitive. I promise I will let you spoil me rotten all day long. How does that sound?”

She placed one hand onto my chest as the other caressed my back and softly complained into my abdomen, “Sounds like someone who needs to experience being spoiled all day before putting it off for 100 years.” I could feel her smile at her rhetorical jab as I returned it glad to have made her somewhat happy again.

As I was going to finally pull away to shower for the day, I felt her hand on my back do its best to keep me in place. “I know I’m being selfish, and you need to grow your wings. But I really do get lonely, so please promise me one thing. You will always have something for me to do in your life. Whatever it is I don’t mind, as long as it's something.” She admitted.

This was not the app; this was a genuine mother worried about being left behind. Scared of what time would do to her relationship with her loved ones.

I wanted to test something even in this tender moment. I lowered myself and whispered into her ear something the usual her would berate me about. “Well, when I get rich, I want a bunch of dancers and maids. You give the best show, think you could handle the position?”

She chuckled as she answered, “I’ll buy the cutest outfits you can imagine.”

I kissed her forehead once more as I stood up, this time not being held together by her hand. “I’m not the biggest fan of cute and innocent. I prefer seductive.” I spoke unsure of how in the heavens I was able to even say all this. However, none of that mattered as I saw Ms. Amari nod at my correction. I quickly turned to go shower and was alleviated knowing I could blast my raunchy music as loud as I wanted. That last test confirmed everything I needed to know about her corruption.

She will never reprimand me for inappropriate behavior, sexual or not. At least not towards her. Not only that, but she endorses and encourages it! To put a bowtie on it, I think she will try to corrupt me too!

"Hey wait a minute! Were you calling my butt big?!?" She yelled from the kitchen as I dashed into our room.

"In a good way! I love big butts I promise!" I replied as I hastily tiptoed to the bathroom and chuckled heartily at her reply.

"You better!"

A/N: Hello! I love interacting with my community when I write so please do not hesitate to comment. It can be ideas, praise, criticism, your favorite or least favorite characters or moments. Whatever you want I don't mind. Also, sorry for the long pause between updates but a lot of life stuff going on so I'm hoping I can use up some of my lifes luck to turn this whole writing thing into a profit. Let me know how you guys feel about a Patreon and what type of benefits you would like to see!

I also got distracted as I have some cool ideas for a written ownership thread but people take so long to approve chapters I would be sick of it in a week. I encourage you all to write for this story I really want to see how you guys can nurture the idea of the tag app and have cool adventures with it!