As she pumped her hips, she desperately wished she had never taken him in after the car crash that had killed her daughter and her husband. He has always been a strange boy, and adolescence had only served to worsen the situation. She looked down into his face as she rode him, but there was, as usual, no signs of emotion – just that dead-eyed look and the vacant expression on his face that she’d grown to detest. Having regained her composure somewhat after her hysterical outburst when she’d guided his erection into her and lowered herself all the way onto him to achieve full penetration, she looked down at him, scanning his face for a sign of…well…anything – pleasure in the sex act, shame at what he was making her do – anything! But as always there was nothing there – just that awful absence.