then there was his wife , the mother of the boy , an imposing , presumptuous and judgmental lady of a portly figure , dressed in the finest of silk saris , a doting mother who could not hear a word spoken against the glory of her perfect son , her most prominent feature being her thick plush lips , currently coated in dark maroon lipstick , these were the sort of lips that suckled the life out of husbands all around the world on a regular basis , the poor chaps thought that they were getting kissed , but in fact they were getting their spirits sapped and their dreams crushed .