My mother has never encouraged casual nudity in our household, but always insisted that I have nothing too be ashamed of if she felt it was in my best interest too be examined by her, or in front of her, in the nude, with my private parts on display. At 46 years of age, she had seen me nude when I had contaminated clothing, nothing too change into, and my groin area so inflamed, with no towels in the hotel room larger than a washcloth, too cover myself. Too exhausted too stay awake, I fell asleep above the covers while my hand washed clothes dried in the bathroom, waking up too see her looking in the closet for something too where, going into the bathroom too turn on the shower, bringing my folded clothes out too me too put on when I was ready, pretending that seeing her 46 year old son lying naked on his bed with morning wood, was not in the least bit strange or awkward, offering too by me coffee and a muffin at Starbucks when I was dressed. That morning, I continued too scrub my contaminated clothing in the bathroom sink, with nothing too conceal my inflamed private parts, and my medical insurance still pending, she did a thorough physical examination of my nude body, not appearing uncomfortable inspecting every part of my anatomy inside and out, or telling me too go ahead and scratch myself in front of her, feeling bad that I felt it necessarily too go into another room too scratch my penis and scrotal sack, because I thought it was disrespectful too do it in front of her. She didn't want me too feel guilty or ashamed of a situation that clearly wasn't my fault, and when my penis erected in front of her from the humiliation of scratching my inflamed private parts in front of her, she asked me not too feel embarressed, because I didn't have anything too be embarressed about. It was natural, normal, and healthy under the circumstances, and it was O.K. for me too experience an erecting of my penis in front of her because I was naked in front of a female, and being my mom, made it O.K. for her too see this happening too me. I was old enough too know she was right, and didn't object too her observing my erection as it continued too swell up, suggesting that it might be easier too examine this way, with me lying down next too the lamp, holding my legs up by the ankles, while she examined my skin irritation in better light. When I saw that she was not uncomfortable, I stopped being uncomfortable being naked in view of her. Has your parent examined you naked in your adult years?