Receives an unexpected letter

The Whirrr of a USPS letter drone fluttered through the kitchen window, followed by the actual miniature flying craft as it deposited a brown, thick papered envelope onto the kitchen table. Sensors delicately placed the bulging item away from harm's way and onto a dry patch of the red-and-white checkered mat on the table-top. Then, as quickly as it flittered into the room, the drone Whirrred back out the window and away. Rapidly it increased speed towards a postal truck cruising on auto-pilot a few blocks down the county highway. Alex and Eva fell silent.

The letter was addressed to Alex Price. It was from his dad.

Alex hadn't seen the man for the last 5 - 1/2 years, having disappeared 2 days before christmas. Out to pick up presents, he said. Later, they found out he had lost his job a month before. That last month had been strange, quiet, and furtive. Alex remembered his mustached face, his pale skinny legs at the few times they went to the beach, and being hoisted on his shoulders after a baseball game. It's been hard living without him and yet, out of Alex's mind most days. And now, this.

"Honey?", Eva said, "Shouldn't you open it?" His mom straightened up and stood upright. She stepped carefully past the Alex's chair leg to unstraddle, moving languorously behind him. Then, leaning forward, she rested her growing breasts on his shoulders to peer past him onto the unexpected find.

Alex froze, then tried to speak far too quickly for the words to make sense "Momm-wha-I-can'-bu-why, is it really-should-I-scared" he gushed. Then, unbidden, his eyes got wet and he grabbed the letter blindly.

It felt heavy in his hands, he felt the crease of the folds and struggled with it. Turning it, he felt weak and frightened.

"Shush, mommy's here" his mother whispered into his ear. Her warm breath touched his cheek and moistened him further, as his tears fell. She slid her hands, touching first the sides of his shoulders, then fingertips walking sultrily down his arms. Towards his hands, where her fingers caressed his in a dance light and playful. "Let mommy help." she murmured and breathed in deeply. Her breasts rubbed up from his shoulders and spread warm and invitingly on either side of the back of his head. Alex felt himself caressed in her cleavage and relaxed the grip on the letter, letting her slide a long fingernail under a crease and slice the envelope neatly open. A short stack of white papers lay folded inside; they were handwritten in blue ink.

Eva knotted her forehead in concern, her lips pursed tight. Staying behind him let her control what emotions she exposed to her only son. "Honey, read it." she parsed out encouragingly.

Rubbing his eyes with a wet tissue, Alex got a hold of himself and fought to steady his nerves. Carefully, he opened the letter and began to read:

"Dear son, I've now pierced the 4th veil of enlightenment as a disciple and certain perspectives that I once took for granted have been given to me again, for the day. I can be a father again, if even from a distance as the risk of recidivism is now slight. I know that sounds rather strange, there are many things I will do my best to explain to you before the night falls and I return to my devotions.

When the blessings came into our land, I didn't pay it much heed. I loved my wife, natural, just as she was. I loved you and was happy at my work. I ran computational fluid dynamic simulations for combustion instability in rocket propulsion systems. Someday, those rockets are going to take people all across the solar system safely and cheaply. That was a dream worth living for, right? To help humanity come out of its cradle and spread out into the stars someday. CFD work was the closest I could get to the stars, given my color blindness making me ineligible to be an astronaut. Besides, I got to come home everyday to my family!

But, Engineering didn't stay the same. Those women who were blessed, when they put their mind to it could run circles around me. Laws were changed for better public safety, to make it a requirement that a Blessing was needed to do Engineering work. I lost my job. More than that, I couldn't do what I felt the world needed more than anything. I couldn't be a part of that anymore. I didn't know what to do.

Do you have any idea what Heaven is like? White, soft fluffy clouds. Angels. Warmth. Soft embraces. Love. Pleasant feelings across your whole body. No pain. No worries about yesterday, or tomorrow. Heaven is living and experiencing time as it happens. In the moment, constantly living in the moment and being gloriously happy and content. Heaven is a place that requires total concentration in life as you live it, surrounded by those who love you and need you. And you love them and need them. Time in heaven entwines work and play into one dedicated mission, to make someone else happy while enjoying the process equally. In my case, that person is the Blessed one who took my job.

At first, as a 1st level initiate, that was really important to me. Serving a woman who was designing the rocket engines to power interplanetary travel was a way to continue my career, indirectly."

Alex paused in his reading as he noticed his mother's gentle ministrations. She was humming something, almost inaudibly and pushing her cleavage back and forth upon the back of his head in a slow heart-beat matching rhythm.

"You've heard of Titmistresses, a rather vulgar term in the press. My Titmistress Sally, taught me to really focus on what I'm doing as I do it. That's the most important thing in the world when you're making love. Not just with your mind, but all of your senses. To feel, really feel who you are with. To smell, see, taste, and hear everything in that moment and make it the most important thing for that moment to be the best. That's what I do. I make every moment a piece of heaven."

"As a 2nd level initiate, I began to have the physical skills needed to make my Titmistress Sally happy. But, I still felt restless and guilty. Sometimes, late at night after everyone slept I'd think back to my old life and separate myself from my new vocation. In the morning, the hunger for the physical intimacy in my craft kept me going. There, I was taught more than just how to fuck tits. I learned meditations and how to structure my mind into someone more disciplined in thought, to blank out the distractions. And there, my freedom took to light. Those burdens that normal people feel floated off me, one by one. They became unimportant, peripheral, then so far unrelated that they weren't connected to me anymore."

"And so, I pierced the 3rd level of discipleship and was sterilized. For, you see, Heaven is for immortals and nature can't abide with procreation entwined with immortality. Otherwise, the world would be awash in untold multitudes. There are are only 60 genes in the human body that direct aging. It wasn't hard for the Blessed ones to CRISPR that out of me. They know there's no going back. With my body metastable, the physical work became easier and more natural. The meditations more effective. I pierced the 4th veil.

Alex stopped for a while, trying to understand how he was feeling about this. What would that be like? Would it really be like heaven on earth? Eva's fingers wrapped around Alex's chest and was rubbing gently, stroking and sliding then massaging down in a familiar mother's caress. He pulled his thoughts back and finished his dad's letter.

"Now Sally wanted me to step back for a day and try to pass back some light into the outside world's misgivings. I'm perfectly content and happy. I know you'll be okay too, someday. Take care of your mom. Love, Dad."

As Alex read that last lime, his mom hugged Alex fiercely, pressing herself firmly against him. His head was pulled first solidly onto her sternum, her breasts bulging on either side and back toward his face as she had brought her hands to the sides of her tits, squeezing in ecstasy. Shuddering, she released and pushed again and again her breasts against him.

"Take care of me, he said!" she crooned. "Yes!"