.all 13inches of it. :)When it's soft, it hangs at about 9inches, and is very uncomfortable encased in tight jocks. This has led me to only wear boxes...around the house, preferring to free ball in jeans when I go out.Mum has noticed my manhood hanging loose a few times, stealing glances when she can, but not wishing to be drawn into any thing sexual with a member of her own family. Let alone her son.....I'm sure she fantasises though....I tried my best to keep it discreet with Aunt Sue around,. ”I was stunned, the pretty and shapely sister-in-law that seemed like the perfect wife screwed around? Life must not be exactly like I thought it was. Then to top it off, my brother added, “Marty thinks you’re cute. Ask politely and you’d probably get a dip in some real good stuff.”Time to bid adieu, more in a turmoil than when I arrived. My cock was hard all the way home until I could beat it into limpness thinking about the revelations I’d received. Fortunately I remembered after the first. ‘The cabin behind me is free sir’ and with that he saluted and threw the door open. ‘Much appreciated’ Henry replied with a smug smile. The woman in his arms didn’t move, her eyes were still shut as if in a peaceful sleep. He entered the cabin which had a row of seats either side and an open window blowing in cool air. He placed her on the seat to the right, allowing her head the perfect position for the breeze to cool her. He then took the water decanted from around his waist and dripped some. It was blissful and heavenly. My son now removed his hands from my bottom and asked me to do it.I squirmed with unprecedented delight as I heard his words. It was what precisely I wanted to do. I wished to be the active agent in this pious act of curing my husband. I did not want my son to do any effort too. I knew , he was having sexual pleasure but even I doubted that he thought like me. It was a hoody cause and it was just a matter of chance that he was young and Virgin. I settled on my feet.