Garret looked at himself in the mirror of his bedroom closet. The suit fit him well he thought. He pulled the badge from the inside pocket and flashed it to the reflection. "Security. You're under arrest!"
The door to his room opened without warning and his mother entered, her face lighting up when she saw her son. "Oh Honey, you look so handsome."
"Mom! Can you knock for once!" Garret pleaded feeling more than a little embarrassed at being caught playing security guard.
Brooke Byrnes crossed the short distance to her son and took him by the lapels. "Oh come now, you've got nothing to hide from me," looking down at his awkwardly knotted neck tie. "Here let Mommy do that for you." She stated, undoing the tie and starting again. "Now watch me Honey. Over, around, around..."
Garret wasn't watching her hands. His mother's satin dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist flashed plenty of her inner boob and understandably the sight caught his nearly nineteen year old attention.
"..up and back down the middle. See, it's easy." Brooke continued. "What will you do when you're living on your own? Oh what am I saying?" She quickly added. "You're never leaving home. I won't let you!" She tightened and straightened the tie and pulled her son to her chest, wrapping her arms around him. Garret in turn felt it wrong to not return the hug and with one hand on her lower back, the other higher, pressed against the silky material and the warm flesh beneath.
Too soon for Garret the embrace ended but his mother remained by his side to look in the mirror. Lifting a hand to her mouth she sighed. "Oh my baby's all grown up. Just look at you. Your Daddy would have been so proud."
The mention of his father took Garret out of his euphoria. "Do you think?" He stated, no hope in his inflection.
Brooke too seemed to reconsider her statement. Her husband resentful of the special relationship she shared with her son, growing to a hatred of the boy. "Well I'm proud of you!" She again raised a hand to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. "Oh. My baby's first day at work."
"Mom, really?" Garret questioned.
"I can't help it. You've grown up so fast." Brooke again embraced her son and Garret felt her body even closer on this occasion. Her belly and breasts pushing hard against him. "It seems like only yesterday I was nursing you, changing your diapers."
"Okay Mom," Garret broke the embrace much to his mother's annoyance. "I've got to get going. I don't want to be late."
"Well you'll be careful won't you?" Brooke asked. "And you'll call me if anything happens."
Garret shook his head but smiled at her overprotection. "Ah, I doubt it. Mom, don't worry. I'll be okay."
"Oh I know you will baby. You're such a big boy now...but," she paused.
"What?" Garret asked her, placing his phone and wallet in his pocket.
"Well do you need your blankie?"
Garret's face reddened. They hadn't discussed the 'blankie' for months and for her to bring it up right before he started his first day at work wasn't what he needed. "What? No. Mom!"
"It's no problem Sweetie. You can have them right now if you need it."
Garret paused, thinking about her offer before shaking his head. "No. Look I've got to get going," he crossed his room, kissing her on the cheek as he passed. "I should be home around eight tonight."
Brooke followed her son through the house toward the front door. "Well call if you think you'll be late. I'll have dinner ready for you when you get home."
Garret turned to her as he opened the door. She was handling it all better than he'd expected and wanted to give her credit. "I love you Mom."
She leaned in for another goodbye kiss and her lips pressed to his. "I love you too Baby."
On the bus Garret watched the streetscape pass by but his mind was on other things. The 'blankie.' Why would she bring it up today of all days? From an early age Garret had suffered separation anxiety. Bedtime was especially difficult and without the presence of his mother he struggled to fall asleep, crying relentlessly until her return. Only by accident, her discarded scarf left upon his crib, did she stumble on an answer. Finding him snuggling the 'mommy' scented fabric and dozing peacefully one bedtime. From then on he slept like an angel. Her angel. Only needing an item of her clothing to feel secure, like a puppy sensing its mother's heartbeat. As the years progressed they termed any item of her clothing he slept with, the 'blankie.'
His father had never been happy with the situation and by his son's eighth birthday, with the threat of violence he'd tried to put a stop to it. The ultimatum however brought Mother and son closer, conspiring secretly to continue the practice when he felt he needed it. In his teens, Brooke had presumed he'd grown out of it until discovering a pair of her panties in his bed shortly after his eighteenth birthday.
Garret had explained their presence with the use of the word 'blankie' thereby extinguishing any sexual connotations and as such, Brooke was more than happy to enable her sons needs, leaving her underwear in places easily accessed by her boy if he needed them. If Brooke was honest with herself, it delighted her. Laying in bed a room away, knowing he was holding them in the night, wondering if he was smelling them, possibly using them to pleasure himself. The idea caused Brooke as much pleasure as she imagined he was having, drifting off to her own dreamland where he and she were the only two people left on Earth.
*
The bus pulled up at the mall and Garret found his way to his employer. The department store had three levels and he was now one of their handful of loss prevention officers, two of which on duty at any time. His colleague was an elderly gentleman and Garret took a liking to the man immediately.
"The security tags have brought down the theft," Roy Carter explained. "We'll still get junkies trying it on, they just ignore the alarms and lights and do a runner. You don't chase them lad," Roy raised a finger to emphasise the point. "Let the cops deal with that. No, our job is to watch the monitors and walk the floor."
"So how often do you catch someone stealing stuff?" Garret inquired, looking at the array of screens before them.
"Oh maybe once a week," Roy looked closer at a screen, using the mouse to highlight and zoom in on an area. "Here we go now." The camera focussed on a small group of schoolgirls gathered in the makeup section. "School kids are the ones to look out for." Watching intently the behaviour of the girls for a minute, Roy leaned back in his chair. "Nah, they're not up to anything. School kids and bored housewives. They're the ones to watch!"
"Housewives?" Garret responded.
"Yep. Kleptomaniac cougars I call 'em," Roy chuckled to himself. "Middle aged women, nothing to do at home so they spice up their lives with petty theft. Must give them some kind of thrill. You'd be surprised."
"I am," Garret admitted, thinking of his own mother. She would never do something like that, he reasoned.
"Alright Lad. You've got your radio? Let's go stretch our legs."
*
The day ended uneventfully. With sore feet and an honest days work behind him, Garret made it home on time much to his mother's delight and eager to hear of her son's first day.
"Nothing much happened at all really," Garret explained over dinner. "I like the man I work with. He reminds me a bit of Grandpa."
"So no criminals, you didn't thwart a diamond heist?" Brooke mused, refilling her son's water glass.
"Nah. I wouldn't even know what to do if I saw a thief at this stage," Garret expressed.
"But you've had training?"
"Yeah it's not that, it's how I'd react I guess. I suppose I won't know until it happens," he admitted.
"And I'm sure you'll do just fine Baby. Oh Honey. Have I told you how proud I am of you?" Brooke placed a hand over her sons.
Garret smiled back, enjoying the feeling. "Ah yeah. I think you mentioned it once or twice!"
"Oh Sweetie don't be mean to Mommy. I'm just excited for you, that's all."
"I know," Garret conceded shovelling food into his mouth, his first full work day building up a mighty hunger.
"Oh! Roy did tell me something funny. That's my boss," he explained. "He says middle aged housewives are the biggest shoplifters!"
"Really?" Brooke replied, heaping her uneaten meat onto her sons plate.
"Yep, them and school kids," Garret elaborated. "Roy says they must be bored at home and shoplift to liven up the day or something like that."
"Is that so?" Brooke stated. "Well I don't need to do anything illegal to liven up my day!" She thought of her actions before Garret had returned home. Laying on her son's bed, her hand in her underwear, masturbating to the thought of Garret in his new suit.
"Oh I'm not saying you'd do it Mom," Garret laughed. "You're much too straight and predictable."
"Am I now?" Brooke rose from the table, taking their now empty plates to the sink. Garret took a moment to admire her body from behind. Her long bare legs leading up to a short denim skirt. Her ass was large but definitely not fat and he could see her bra through the thin material of her top.
"Well did you predict what Mommy left on your pillow then Honey?" Brooke enquired over her shoulder.
Garret was taken aback. He'd not noticed anything when he returned home, dropping his phone and wallet off in his room without lingering. He suspected what she was hinting at and was immediately aroused. Sheepishly he rose from the table and moved towards his mother.
"Is it a blankie?" Garret asked cautiously.
Brooke smiled at her boy as she turned to face him. "I thought you might need it after a long day," she smoothed his hair away from his face and left a hand on his cheek. "Just to help my little man relax that's all."
Garret felt a stirring in his pants and was eager to get to his room. His face blushing, he smiled. "Thanks Mom. It's just to help me sleep!"
"I know Honey," she leaned in and kissed Garret on the mouth, her lips slightly parted leaving a drop of moisture behind on her son. "Now go on, off to bed. Let Mommy clean up in here."
Garret tried to refrain from racing to his room and when the door was closed behind him he was quick to remove his clothing and jump into bed. His mother's panties were cotton. Blue and white checks and wet at the crotch. He'd been home for an hour and yet their dampness remained. Had she taken them off just before he returned? With his erection growing and breathing in the scent of his mother's pussy on her underwear he wondered if he'd grow out of his need for the 'blankie?' Maybe, he thought; but as his hand encircled his swollen cock, he didn't see the need to stop right now.
