Paul was a foot tall, horny as hell, lying on top of the clothes in the hamper, jerking off furiously. He had been confident in his ability to cum pretty quickly, but it was taking longer than he expected. He was no longer as young as he once was, and repeat orgasms didn't happen as often anymore, no matter how aroused he was.
He was still jerking off when he heard the thuds of a giant approaching. Don's booming voice said, "Well, he's not here now, just his clothes. And why would he go out the back door without his clothes? Let me just put these in the hamper, and I'll look out back."
Oops, thought Paul. He tried to burrow down into the dirty clothes (one of his sons' pairs of underpants was on top, and the musky smell was making him hornier still), but before he could get too far, the top came off, flooding the wicker hamper with light.
Paul looked up with a mixture of arousal and mortification to see his son Don's massive head looking straight at him!