Seen Naked by a Parent in your Teens or Twenties

They practically seen me naked my entire life…i don't see why they would mind. After all they seen me naked since I was born so what's the problem. lol

I grew up in a house full of men. My dad and two older brothers. None of us pissed with the door closed. During the summer we would all just hang out in our underwear. My dad spanked me into my early twenties so he saw me naked during that as well.

The last time he saw me naked I was probably 30. We were camping, and we swam naked.

Until about the age of 12, I was often seen naked by both my parents and sisters. More precisely, not parents, but mother and stepfather. In my stepfather, I was not at all shy. I never walked naked around the house and was generally ashamed of being naked, but my family thought differently, for a long time considering me a small child. I was not allowed to lock myself in the bathroom, even when I washed my face or went to the toilet. Suddenly someone needs a washbasin. Bathroom and toilet were in the same room. But this is still nonsense. When I was given an enema for medical reasons, it was always done by a nurse. The family did not even think of creating some kind of privacy for me.On the contrary, the sisters actively helped. The sight of a naked boy did not bother them at all. For medical examinations, which were rather humiliating, I was taken not only by my mother, but also by my older sister. Slowly, everything began to change only from the age of 13. I don't remember having to undress after the age of 13, at least I didn't see it.

I became shy at 10-11 and since then I didn’t want my parents to see me naked. Only my grandma could see me when she helped me with washing and I was ok as I thought she was old enough. When I was 14 we had an injection of tuberculin at school and the nurse told us to avoid water to our forearms for 3 or 4 days until she reads the size of the papule. In the evening my dad told me to go and shower myself. I explained that I can’t because my forearm should not be in contact with water. He said it was nonsense but I was insisting. Then he said ok, I should go to the bathroom and he will help me to be washed. After a short dispute I had to agree as there was no point to argue with him. I was standing in the bath tube, my left hand up, of course naked, and he was washing me. I remember how it was embarrassing.

I was 13 years old and had gone to be 30 minutes early. Hormones raging I was of course, wacking off. Suddenly my door opened and my mom came in. No problem, my covers did a fined job of covering my throbbing member. She said there was a noise outside and she wanted me to go check it out. I told her I'd be out in just a moment. She insisted I come now. I said no. She grabbed my covers and pulled them down only to be greeted my my big hard cock. She paused for a moment, turned, and walked out saying "hurry up and go check out the noise".

I remember being quite shy around my parents by the time I entered my teenage years. However, there was an instance where my aunt saw me naked, and I must have been 14. I had been having occasional urinary tract infections, which are quite uncommon for men. My mother must have been discussing this with my Aunt who was a nurse, while she was staying over at our house. My aunt is the oldest and is a type of matriarchal figure amongst the family.

When I was showering that evening, there was a knock at the door and my aunt asked if she could come in. She entered and told me what has been discussed between her and my mother and asked if the could take a look after I finished up my shower. Our bathroom was quite large, with the shower in a little offshoot next to the toilet and sink. I quickly finished up my shower, dried off, wrapped myself in the towel and walked in to meet her. She was seated on the closed toilet, she spoke a bit about the discussion she had with my mother, then asked if she could see. I opened my towel to her, she had me turn a bit toward the light from the vanity, and took my penis in her fingers. She looked it over briefly, asking questions like if I let my penis touch the bowl of the toilet or washing habits. She lifted up to look at the underneath, then squeezed the tip, then said everything looks fine and just to be extra mindful when washing. Then she left and we never spoke of it again.

I opened my towel to her, she had me turn a bit toward the light from the vanity, and took my penis in her fingers. (...) Then she left and we never spoke of it again.

Were you very embarrassed that your aunt saw you naked and touched your penis? did you think to protest?

I would like to add one more thing. In my childhood, it was quite common for parents to see their children naked for a long time. Most of my peers were seen naked until the age of 14 or 15. I mean boys, because girls are a different matter. Children rarely saw their parents naked. Corporal punishment was usually applied to children up to this age. Usually it was done on bare buttocks.

Many of my classmates had younger sisters. It was usually the case that the boy was seen naked by this age not only by his parents, but also by his younger sister. Girls, on the other hand, stopped showing themselves naked to their brothers much earlier.

Were you very embarrassed that your aunt saw you naked and touched your penis? did you think to protest?

Mind you this was a long time ago, but no, I don’t remember being embarrassed. Maybe because she was a medical professional in her own right. Likewise I don’t think I would haven thought to protest, it wasn’t an option.

My parents took me to my grandparents in Albania for the summer. I was 17. one day I had severe pain in my lower abdomen. we decided to go to the hospital. my uncle took me and since I was a minor he had to go in with me. For the first vital signs checks everything was fine, I didn't undress. Then I was told to go to gynecology. my uncle came in here too. I was told to undress from the waist down and put everything on the chair. luckily the chair was right in front of the curtain where the bed was behind, so I had the examination in complete privacy from my uncle, who in any case saw me half naked for a few seconds. But certainly more embarrassing than undressing in front of him were the intimate gynecological questions. also the doctor was a man who examined me and for me it was the first time, since at my first gynecological visit I had a woman.

Yes by my mother (my dad didn’t live with us by then and opportunities to be seen naked were far more limited). Not at any examination, but I was still disciplined as a teen and that often involved various states of undress. In a non-disciplinary context, she saw me naked as a result of walking in on me when I was masturbating; in the morning sometimes if I’d been sleeping naked and the covers weren’t covering; also on one occasion when I came home drunk and she had to help me to bed - I don’t know whether she told me to undress or whether that was just what I did, but either way I have a hazy but too distinct image of me there with all of my clothes off. Also a few times when I was in my room naked for whatever reason and she walked in. I never had a lock for my bedroom door and she wasn’t great with privacy.

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When I was 23, a year after I got married, I had an inguinal hernia repaired. This was the olden days when the surgeon made a five-inch cut with the scalpel and split me wide open to make the repair. After four days in the hospital, I went home.

A week or two later, my wife and I went to my parents’ home to watch a movie together. I had noticed that the area around the incision was pink and puffy and, unbeknownst to me, I had a staff infection.

During the movie, I felt liquid by the surgical site so I stood up and looked down the inside of my pants. When I saw blood, I dropped my pants and underwear to my knees to keep them from getting soiled with the blood that was pouring out of a hole at the end of the incision. I cupped my right hand below the blood flow as my wife ran to get a towel.

I wasn’t naked, but my folks got a good look at my bits. They could easily see the rest of my body, nearly naked, at the swimming pool.

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Oh yeah. Never really had much modesty with my dad. When I would come visit in my 20s and stay at his house, at that point I was sleeping naked, so he would see me first thing in the morning. No big deal.

People. This isn't an enema thread, this is MedFet. The OP question is seen naked by a parent etc at an exam. I've removed several enema specific responses for being OT for this thread. Keep the enema discussion to the enema section please.

I doubt if my dad ever saw me naked pass the age of 5.

I was seen nude by mother throughout my teens into early 20s, despite being just the two of us in the house and room for privacy. When my teen exams started, I hadn't been seen nude for a few years. I was in for a shock when at my yearly around age 12ish, I was told to undress and put on a gown. It was awkward undressing as she watched, but even more so when the doctor removed the gown at the end of the exam and she continued to watch. I'm not sure whether she was treated as a chaperone, or if I just never spoke up about her presence, but she continued to be present for my visits through my teens. Acknowledging medfet is fairly new to me, but even back then I somewhat recognized the thrill of being exposed. As I became used to being exposed at exams, I also looked for the thrill at home too, being "accidentally" seen nude. Like passing between the bathroom and my room or leaving my door open. As time went on, I became more casual and open with that as well up until I moved out.

I was seen nude by mother throughout my teens into early 20s.. When my teen exams started, I hadn't been seen nude for a few years... but she continued to be present for my visits through my teens... As I became used to being exposed at exams, I also looked for the thrill at home too, being "accidentally" seen nude... As time went on, I became more casual and open with that as well up until I moved out.

@Jimmybobo do you think your mom also appreciated "accidentally" seeing you nude? My mom likewise kept tabs on my nude body into my early 20s.

Around my 17th birthday she scheduled physicals for my brother and me at the same time, where before they were always around our birthdays, his in the spring, and mine in the fall. Prior to that, her interest in my physicals could be explained by me being a late bloomer. But at the exam on my 16th birthday, she saw that I had "caught up," to use the doctor's phrase. She seemed genuinely annoyed at the staff that following year when they put me in an exam room by myself, with her being in a different exam room with my brother who was 14.5 (and not a late bloomer).

She made up for not seeing me nude at that exam by coming into the bathroom in the next week or so and saying we were late to go somewhere and demanding I get out of the shower immediately. After that, she continued to come into the bathroom while I was showering, pretending to be looking for something. I'd turn my back to her, since the shower curtain was clear, but I soon realized that she would keep "looking" for whatever fake thing until I turned around and faced her, at which point she'd "find" it. After that, I made sure to turn toward her whenever she came in, so she could see me naked, and she'd "find" whatever was "lost" rather quickly. This continued until I moved across the country on my 24th birthday.

My mom and dad when I was little of course. Then my mom off and on growing up And then my mom when she gave me an enema in my 40's

@spbb I think she did enjoy my "accidental" nudity and eventual intentional nudity. She never showed any signs of discomfort or said anything to deter me. As time went on, it was apparent that she was not avoiding my nudity either. Her being a bit overbearing and me being her only child, a part of me wondered if my small penis helped her still view me as her "little boy" and not face me growing up.

Little to no nudity in my family growing up. Very conservative. Didn't walk around in anything but fully clothed. The one time per year was my pediatric exam when my mother accompanied, through age 17.