Covert incest is when the parent treats their kid like a romantic partner or relies on them for emotional or psychological support. That is not what happens between my son and me. I've always treated him like the kid he is and he's always respected me as his parent. He's never even seen me cry because I've always wanted to be strong in front of him, has never known who I date or how often I date because I haven't wanted him to lose respect for me as his mother, and we only talk about things happening at work or with the family now because he's an adult already. I've never even required him to do normal kid stuff like doing household chores or anything like that, so there is zero dependency on my end towards him. In fact, if anything, I've raised him to be too dependent on me. I know what you're talking about, and that is not this. It's literally, I bathed him with me when he was a baby because that was quicker and easier than not being able to keep an eye on him while I was in the shower and since that had been happening since birth, when he started bathing on his own it didn't seem like a big deal to need to cover up because he was used to seeing me without clothes. I didn't want him to have these fucked up prehistoric ideas that nakedness in and of itself is shameful, or that there is an automatic correlation to sex because god and sinning and shit like that because I grew up in a backwards household that was super conservative that shit fucked me up from having a happy loving relationship that included healthy sex too, so I wanted to normalize the naked human form. I also didn't go prancing around the house naked all the time like op's mom seemed to do. It was more like not making a big deal about walking to my room naked if I didn't realize there were no more clean towels in the bathroom before I showered, or if I needed to go to the dryer for a particular outfit, or like I mentioned, if he needed to ask me about something while I was in the shower, etc. The times being caught masturbating were legitimate pure accidents that happen in families. It was a couple of times where he came into my room sometime in the middle of the night because he wasn't feeling well, or whatever. It's not like I was in the middle of the living room during daytime just to get caught. And in case people didn't know - parents masturbate too - shocker, I know. So basically, that ain't it.