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"Is that necessary?" I asked.

"Sir. Please, bear with me, this is standard procedure."

"Do you have to do that in front of everyone?"

He looked at me with his dumb, inbred, wreck he called a face. "Do what?"

"You know what! Can't you at least try to be discreet? This is-"

I felt Mom grab my elbow. She whispered, "Jake, stop it."

"Mom! He's doing it on purpose!"

She tilted her head back towards the store, "You're making a scene."

I turned around to see people staring at us, as they walked in and out of the store. I noticed a couple of guys who were standing chatting, stretch their necks to look at the bra on the table.

"You're making it worse!" Mom scolded me for trying to defend her.

Realizing she was more embarrassed by the added attention I was generating, I kept my head down, as Paul continued.

"Where was I? Oh yes. A thirty six triple D bra, check. Here is another, Thirty six triple D bra, this time lacey. A very sexy option for the husband, lucky guy." I clenched my fist as he held up each one of Mom's intimates and laid them out on table for all to see. There guys who were chatting amongst themselves had gotten closer, and were actively leering, whispering, and chuckling.

"What's this?" Paul took out the breast pump Mom had just bought, "A , Smoothflow BREAST PUMP! Hehe, back in my day, when men were men, their wives didn't need those.."

Mom stopped me, right as I started to lunge forward, "Don't. It's almost over." Mom grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards her.

I heard one of the onlooking pervs say, "Damn, no wonder her tits look so heavy!"

Another dumbass responded with, "Yeah, but if she were my wife, she wouldn't need no pump! Muah muah muah." It was the suckling sounds that really pissed me off. At the same time, some twisted and inexplicable feeling started to grow within me, as if I was enjoying the leering and embarrassment Mom was getting.

Mom pressed her small body into mine. I wrapped my arm around her and rotated her, to protect her from the leering eyes. Using my body to shield her away from those pervs worked. However, there was something about her gentle warmth, the feminine softness of her body pressed against mine, and the smell of her shampoo, that made my cock grow. I had to resist kissing her neck. I turned away to brush away the thought of my cock entering her glossy lips. I didn't know how much more I could stand, before my boner would start poking Mom.

Luckily, Paul seemed to be, finally, done. "So, are we good to go now?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Paul retorted. "I went through the entire receipt, but there's still one item left in your cart." He pointed at a small box in the cart.

"What's that?" Mom asked. I also didn't recognize the item in the back of the cart.

Paul picked it up and very loudly read the text on the box, "It's a Mandigo brand, model Extra Ribbed, Ultra Pleasure, Mini vibrator."

"That's not mine!" Mom said, as more men had gathered around, and they all burst out laughing. "I have no idea where that came from!"

"That's what they all say." Paul adjusted his belt as he set the box down. "I'm gonna have to report the incident as shoplifting."

"What? She never put that there, this is bullshit!"

"Everyone says, 'Oooh how did that get in my cart?" and, 'I don't know how that got there.' I heard it all before, kid."

"I'm not lying, though! I don't appreciate being treated like this."

"Listen, I call them like I see them." Paul looked at Mom from head to toe. "Seems to me like a classic case of the hot and desperate suburban housewife looking for a cheap thrill. She's too embarrassed to outright buy the fuck toy, so she tries to sneak it out."

"You're... disgusting," Mom gasped.

My mouth gaped open, I didn't know what I felt more, offended or pissed off, as I looked at the blubber on Paul's face jiggle with each word he said.

Mom looked at her phone, said, "UGH!" then rolled her eyes. "Just take the stupid thing and let us go," Mom said, walking towards the table with our items.

Paul stepped in front of Mom, "I can't let you do that. I have to follow store policy until we can settle this."

"I don't have time for this! I have a nine-month old baby at home I need to get back to. My husband just spilled the milk I left, and she'll be needing more, soon."

"Tell him to give him formula. Women shouldn't breastfeed, it ruins their-"

"No one asked you, Pig! And he can't, it'll upset her stomach. Just forget about this, and I won't report your sexist comments to your manager."

"Oh no! More allegations to add to the list," Paul said sarcastically.

Mom gasped, "I can't believe how unprofessional you are!"

Paul ignored Mom's comment. "Now, I can call my buddies at the station, or we can fix this in my office. I promise you that you'll be at the station overnight until your bail is set, but if you come with me and we can figure out how this got in your cart, then it will be much quicker.

I looked at the door and figured we could just book it out.

"If you even think about leaving the store, I'll have no option but to report it to the security officer. In case you didn't know, Sheriff Hicks is my cousin. He'll make sure to track you down."

"How long will you hold us up for?" Mom asked. "This better not take too long."

"Probably twenty minutes at most, assuming you're innocent. If not, well, then I'll call my cousin. There are cameras all over that can prove what happened."

"Okay, just try to make it quick."

Paul took us to his office. He booted up his screen and showed the camera feeds. He showed the moment we walked in and the moment I went off on my own, then when we checked out.

Paul followed Mom with the cameras. He pointed out the moment I left her. The camera cut off as Mom walked through the female health section. "This is where I believe you stole the vibrator, but the camera cuts out."

I look at Mom with a raised eyebrow, almost wanting to ask if she did steal the vibrator.

Mom must've read my mind; she shook her head. "Of course not!" she whispered.

Paul explained that he needed to talk to Mom alone, as I was no longer a suspect. He had no need to question me. Mom agreed, after he promised it would take a few more minutes at most, and that it was just standard procedure that he had to do before releasing his report.