Some mothers are tooooooooooooooo sweet.
I don't know whether this is better or worse than that time I was a teenager and the used condom had been knotted off and put aside in the night, but hadn't made it across the bedroom into the bin by the door. His mother came in the next day, and started cleaning up his messy room. (Gawd, unliberated women and their unhousetrained sons.) She came across the full, used condom, squidgy with lube and my dried fluids on the outside, and picked it up with her bare fingers and put it in the bin. I didn't know whether I wanted to die on the spot or slap her for her improper crossing of personal boundaries and over subservience.