Tito's late-night prowling yields an unexpected sight: his mother, bathed in the soft glow of her phone, lost in a world of her own. Her fingers work diligently, parting her tender folds, exploring her wetness as she reads, her moans barely audible. Her body tenses, her breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering gasp, she finds her release, her pussy clenching as she rides out her orgasm, her phone forgotten, her secret now discovered by her son.