"I lived with my parents when my husband and I were dating. He would come over, and either he would sit on the bed and me sometimes at my pc, or vice versa.
My mom would come into the room and ask what we were doing. We would always say, “making out.” To which her reply was always, ” I may be old but I remember making out, and this isn’t it.”
Fast forward to wedding a year later, and we had to go back by my parents house the next day. We walk in, and my husband puts his arm around my mom, and says, “you know, there WAS a whole lot more to that making out.” I was absolutely mortified."