The Mouse Story by Suzanne
The Mouse Story contains language not suitable for young children. Parental Discretion is Advised.
Chapter Sixteen
"But..... why would an adult want to have sex with a baby?," Morty Mouse asked innocently.
Mother Mouse sat there tapping her fingers nervously on the kitchen table, and every time she opened her mouth to speak, a giant lump seemed to form in her throat.
"Mother........ mother, are you okay?"
"No, Morty...... I'm.... I'm not okay. I'm angry.... soooooooooo angry," Mother Mouse said sadly. "Morty, when an adult hurts a child like that..... I mean..... sexually.... it doesn't have anything to do with sex."
"What?" Morty said, shaking his head. "That doesn't make any sense, Mother."
"Morty, do you remember when I talked to you about some humans having a hole in their heart.... and that they sometimes try to use drugs or alcohol to try and make that hurt go away?"
"Yes, I remember," Morty said, as he squirmed in his chair.
"Well," Mother Mouse continued. "Some people's hearts are hurt so badly.... that they sometimes do things that hurt other people's hearts too."
"I don't understand, Mother. If someone hurt them and made a hole in their heart... why would they ever want to do that to someone else?"
"It's hard to explain, Morty... but these people... the ones that have sex with babies and small children... they aren't doing this because they want sex. They're doing it for other reasons."
"What are you talking about?," Morty asked, looking confused. " Mother, you're not making much sense today at all."
"It's not about sex.... it's all about CONTROL," Mother Mouse continued. Morty... normal adults don't have any desire to have sex with children. Those people that do things like this... they're doing it because it makes them feel STRONG and POWERFUL.... because they NEED to be in control."
"I still don't get it!"
"I don't get it either, Morty," Mother Mouse said shaking her head. "But.... sometimes people that have been hurt when they were young... sometimes they grow up and hurt others. Usually they hurt animals or babies... because they're weak... and can't defend themselves."
The room became very quiet. Slowly, the minutes ticked away as Morty appeared to be lost somewhere in deep thought.
"Come on, maybe we should just call it a night and go get some sleep," Mother Mouse said, after a long awkward silence.
"I have a stomachache," Morty whined in a weak voice.
Mother Mouse leaned across the table and lifted up the end of Morty's shirt, exposing his chubby little belly. Then smiling, she planted a big kiss right in the center of his stomach.
Morty tried to smile, but it was a sick smile, one that resembled that of a mouse who had eaten far too many cookie crumbs.
"Son, tell me what's on your mind," Mother Mouse said, as she took Morty by the hand and led him over to the couch.
Morty immediately climbed up into her lap and buried his face into her shoulder. "How can we make them stop," he said sadly.
"We can't make them stop."
"So..... they're going to keep hurting him....and keep leaving him home alone.... and keep leaving him hungry in his bed all day...and nobody's ever going to come and help him?"
Mother Mouse, not knowing what to say next, gently began rocking her son in her arms as she caressed his back and shoulders.
"Mother.............," Morty said as he began to cry. "I wish that GOD would have given the baby a good mother.... just like you."
"Mother Mouse smiled through her tears, as she leaned down and kissed Morty on the cheek. Then she stood up and escorted Morty to his bedroom.
"Come on, son...... it's time for you to get some sleep now."
"My stomach is still hurting," Morty whined, as his mother tucked him into bed.
"I know," Mother Mouse said sadly. "My stomach is hurting tonight too."
