Spank Bank found

Martin came home from work and went to his room as usual, confused to see his mother standing there, furious.

"Mom? What's wrong?" He blushed deeply when he saw the stack of girly magazines on the bed.

"I cannot believe you brought this filth into my house, Martin!" His mother had her serious face on. Martin shrank away a bit as she continued to scream at him. "Do you have any idea what these poor models go through? Imagine! Do you really think these beautiful women imagine a chubby little nerd who still lives with his mother when they take their photos?" His mother had a habit of undermining Martin's self image. He wasn't fat by any means, just still carrying around his baby weight.

"I know exactly what I need to do about you," his mother declared.