I was in 3rd grade when my Mom discovered my cache of Playboy magazines hidden in my backyard fort.
Next came my confession to her of how my buddy had stolen the mags from his Dad's stash to establish our backyard fort collection. Of course, she had to immediately get on the phone with that Dad and tell him what a horrible, perverted person he was to have such trash in his home.
I was in 7th grade when my Mom discovered my copy of "Everything you've ever wanted to know about sex, but were afraid to ask" stashed in my bedroom closet.
Next came my confession to her of how a friend of mine had stolen it from his parent's library and shared it with me. Of course, she had to immediately get on the phone with the parents and tell them what horrible, perverted people they were to have such trash in their home.
I didn't bring any of the girls that I dated in high school or college home to meet my Mom until I was pretty much already engaged. No sense in risking her making another phone call to the girl's parents!