My mom is an RN, who was suspiciously fond of giving me testicular exams. She had a little wicker stool she’d sit on, that left my cock and balls right at eye level. She’d make me pull down my jeans and tighty whites, then she’d stroke my shaft and feel my balls. She’d roll each carefully between her fingers, while she said she felt no unusual masses or lumps. I’d be at half mast by then, and she’d get a washcloth soapy with Phisoderm and wash my cock, taking special care to clean my schmeg and foreskin. She’d peel it back, making my purple glans pop out. That would usually make my cock rock hard and throbbing. Mom would comment that my erection was normal, and would get a tape measure out to record my length and girth. This would go on for an impossibly long time, until I was leaking pre-cum profusely and about to pass out. Then she’d just pat my cock unexpectedly, and tell me to pull my pants up. The exam was over. I’m fairly sure she rubbed one out the minute I left the room. I know I did.